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Good morning.

Or perhaps it might be more appropriate to say good evening instead, considering how it is moonlight that will rouse you into consciousness. And what a bright moon it is, half-full and clear without contest in the sky as it outshines the stars and galaxies in the backdrop. But it’s all the better to emphasize that the buildings that speckle the landscape before you are all completely devoid of any light. And by the way—do you always sleep outside?

The lack of light can be something to deal with later though, at least when you've properly gotten up from the cold, unyielding stone below you. And that chill down your spine—no doubt that probably has something to do with combination of cool temperatures and poor sleeping conditions, but it’s odd how it seems to linger.

Checking your person for any items that should be in your possession yields disappointing results, but it seems you're not empty handed (or pocketed) because you are now the proud owner of one (1) small bundle of black cloth. Unwrapping it reveals a key imprinted with a roman numeral, along with a simple note.

“Come at 6PM to the place circled on this map:”

“Don’t be tardy, dear Survivors, that’d be a bad first impression. If you don’t want your stay here to be more unpleasant than it’ll already be, you’ll want to avoid seeming careless or disrespectful. You’ll want to listen to my opening speech~!”

Finally, after an empty space that may be simulating an intense pause, there’s one last line:

“I know what you’re thinking, so I’ll say it straight: if you don’t come, you’re as good as dead.”

The news likely isn't welcome, but it's a start. And it seems you're not alone in your plight, though whether company is within arm's length or a stone’s throw away is up to fortune’s whims. For now, you're free to explore the town square and the surrounding areas as best you can in the dim light.

For some reason or another, Krakow, Poland is now your new home. That much is clear from the sign posts that you can inexplicably read, as red and white flag posts with "Święto Niepodległości" flutter lightly in the wind. While the storefronts are dark, the street lamps that scatter the town provide some measure of light, providing some solace against the layer of fog that's begun to creep in.

( OOC: Welcome to Antumbra! This intro log occurs ICly Sunday. Your MM's will be around at 6pm EST to hear your complaints. )

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[notbymyside]

[Well. This sure is a thing.

Ango, being the methodical person he is, takes some time to think through his predicament while staying in his room. He's in an unknown location, That trio of Bad Decisions isn't with him, and he doesn't seem to have access to his ability anymore. His first thought is that Fyodor actually succeeded in his bullshit plan, but Ango quickly realizes that isn't the case. This isn't the 'world without abilities' that Fyodor desires, so it can't be a future that man has written.

This certainly will throw a wrench in Dazai's plans, though. Hopefully Dazai has precautions in place for something like this.

When he finally does exit his room, he'll start off by checking the other doors on the floor. He doesn't just barge in though, he'll knock politely on them. After all, if they're occupied then he doesn't want to storm right in.

But after searching that building, he will go ahead and head right for the opera house. The note said they didn't have to be there until 6 pm, but Ango isn't taking any chances. Plus he's hopeful that he can find their 'host' there early.]

[wishuponazoi]

[Sirius' door is still slightly ajar. He's still not used to the concept of having his own room, really. So he turns with a curious eyebrow raised at Ango.]

Are you seeking a particular someone?

[notbymyside]

[...hm.]

I am, yes. You haven't seen a red-haired girl with long braids recently, have you?

[He's not going to describe Atsushi or Kyouka at this point. They're wanted criminals. Lucy is both more visually striking and not wanted by the cops, so she gets to be the one Ango actively looks for.]

[wishuponazoi]

I'm afraid I haven't seen anyone close to that description. Is she someone important to you? [And that gets him thinking, about whether Kathleen could be here, somewhere, in distress and needing his protection. He hopes not. This place can't be that large, after all.]

[notbymyside]

In a way. She is a minor and I am in charge of her right now. It would reflect poorly on me if she got lost or hurt while I was supposed to be watching her.

That said, she is also very loud, so if she actually were hurt I am sure everyone would know.

Opera House

[noellemadic]

[There's someone already hanging out at the opera house. When Ango enters, she looks up, ready to yell, and takes a good look at Ango]

...are you the one who wrote the note?

[Looks like she's standing around to try to see the captor -- or captors -- before 6PM]

[notbymyside]

[Oh good, someone else had the same idea he did.]

I am not, no. And since you are asking me, then I assume you aren't the one who wrote it either.

[noellemadic]

[Noelle sighs. She seems rather anxious -- waiting in silence didn't help her nerves at all]

No. Why's there a note in the first place? Why couldn't they be straightforward? It's like someone is toying with us.

[And that makes her so damn upset. Why can't things be normal and okay for once?!]

[notbymyside]

To be fair, they probably are toying with us.

[He says that so plainly though, like this is just a normal Tuesday for him.]

Opera House

[indulgently]

How utterly delightful--

[Someone else had the idea to visit the opera house early. But from his tone it would seem that it was for a different reason.

Or maybe he's just always like this.]

I wonder if they'll put on a performance during our stay.

[notbymyside]

[Part of Ango wants to point out that seeing an opera should be the least of their concerns when they have been transported to this place from other locations and are at risk of death if the note is accurate. But the other part of him notices how Olivier is dressed and immediately thinks he's either a European noble or some kind of otaku in a cosplay, and neither group is particularly known for their ability to make grounded decisions in the face of a potential crisis. So he just sits on that and goes another route instead.]

You could ask our host when they speak to us later.

[indulgently]

Ah yes, our "host".

[Olivert wears a different kind of smile at the mention of the meeting. One that actually hints at something beyond his earlier foolishness.]

There are many things I'd like to ask them. I'll just have to add that to my list.

[notbymyside]

[Internally, Ango makes note of that. Externally, however, he doesn't change at all and keeps talking pleasantly.]

Do you plan on waiting here until the appointed time? I was hoping our host would be here early, but I think that may have been wishful thinking.

Clergy Housing

[inordertobelieve]

[ Door XVII is closed firmly shut, but will yield an answer. A stern male voice. ]

What is it?

[ Mikami has very little motivation to unlock his door as long as he doesn't know who or what is calling. ]

[notbymyside]

[That definitely is not the voice of any of the teenagers Ango is supposed to be looking after.]

I apologize for disturbing you, but I am trying to locate a lost girl. Have you seen one recently? She has rather distinctive red hair, so she would stand out in a crowd.

[inordertobelieve]

[ A lost girl...? Mikami's interest is piqued enough that he actually goes to the door and opens it a sliver. He's already wearing the stupid priest outfit. ]

I haven't, I'm afraid. Are the two of you from this town?

[notbymyside]

I am not, and I believe it would not be familiar to the girl I was traveling with. This isn't your home either, then?

[The priest clothes make him think it might be, but then again maybe Mikami just likes those clothes.]

housing

[ortion]

[Dist still isn't sure what to make of this situation, but at least he has a decent enough space to call his own and collect his thoughts, even if the room is hideous.

When Ango knocks, he'll hear the door unlock and a gaudily-dressed man appear on the other side of it when it opens.]

Yes?

[He sounds absolutely annoyed, but it's hard to say if that's over Ango's knocking or frustration over...well, everything.]

[notbymyside]

[Ango is silently glad that he has worked alongside some real weirdos in the past. Those experiences help steel his mind and prevent him from reacting visibly to Dist's colorful appearance.]

Pardon the intrusion, but the situations right now is rather...troubling, and I was checking to see if there was anybody nearby who had some answers. You wouldn't have to be a local, would you?

[ortion]

"Troubling" is putting it lightly. I am not a local, no, and I would be shocked to discover if any were left.

[He leans against the door frame, arms crossed.]

This entire housing area seems to be for we "survivors".

[notbymyside]

So it seems. But what did we survive, exactly? I certainly don't remember being in any immediate danger.

[deadlygoals]

[ Surprise, Ango, you're actually Scrooge and standing in the halls of the Church is the ghost of Christmas Past.

Dazai is there in a black suit looking both shorter and more covered in bandages from when Ango last saw him. His eyes are serious for a moment before they close as he gives a grin towards his friend. It's an expression from the past and missing any hint of a hidden motive. His body language is loose and his eyes still hold a certain spark there. There is a slight pause, as he takes in Ango's appearance. ]

You're here, too? I wonder what our kidnappers are thinking, hmm?

[notbymyside]

[Seeing Dazai in general isn't unexpected. This is trouble, and Dazai tends to be at the center of any trouble. And given everything that has been happening recently, Ango would have been more concerned if Dazai hadn't been present.

But this. This is entirely unexpected.]

Dazai-kun...?

[The 'kun' hasn't been used in years, but seeing Dazai like that makes it slip out. He can't see that particular look without thinking of a certain time four years ago, back when the world was a simpler place.

At first Ango thinks Dazai is playing a cruel trick on him, but then he gets closer and realizes that Dazai is actually shorter than him. And that hasn't been the case for years, not since Dazai was a teenager.

Besides that, there's no denying that spark in Dazai's eyes. Dazai hasn't looked at him like that in years, and even a cruel joke would be missing that warmth.]

This- something isn't right here.

[He's not even going to bother explaining. Just as Dazai looks four years too young to his eyes, he's sure he looks four years too old to Dazai's.]

[deadlygoals]

[ Something isn't right here barely covers it really. Between Ango's words and his expression, Dazai already knows something much different is wrong here. At first, he thought maybe it was someone's ability that made Ango appear that much older, but now he's being pushed towards a different conclusion. A conclusion that should be impossible.

The pause from Dazai is long, before he responds. ]

You really should relax. The stress is really aging you. Oh, I've come up with a recipe recently that'll do the trick.

[ He already knows he'll be shut down, but he's moving in closer to Ango. Lowering his voice as his expression turns to business. ]

How long has it been?

[notbymyside]

I'm not even sure how you can cook anything with no power.

[Yeah, it's shut down. But that familiarity makes a painful smile tug at the corner of his mouth. He missed this.]

It depends. What do you remember happening just before this?

[Sorry Dazai but you kept the same wardrobe for like three years, he needs some Yokohama events to get a timeline down. Given that Dazai is actually talking to him he assumes it's before 'That Incident', but beyond that he's not sure.]