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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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[pr159]

[ Well, if you're not going to go any further inside, then he's just going to waltz right into the middle of the room to get a better look for himself then. Don't mind him as his boa feathers brush against you.

He swipes a gloved finger over the top of the desk -- honestly, it's not even dusty. ]

It's certainly drab, and too cramped for my liking, but it's hardly that bad. Don't tell me these are the worst conditions you've ever had to sleep in.

[drydrown]

I've had worse, but that hardly means I should be content with such a lack of effort.

[Like. He isn't sure that "well at least we're no longer outside on the ground" is the high praise that this place clearly aspires to.]

[pr159]

[ "What, you mean outside just now?" is exactly what he's thinking. ]

And how much did you pay for this room, again?

[drydrown]

[Eh, he's dealt with sleeping outdoors, but setting people out on stone like that is just tacky.]

I'm going to assume you simply like being pointlessly contrary...?

[pr159]

[ He shrugs, walking back to the doorway. ]

Not really. [ I mean, he does, but. ] I'm just not fond of people who think they're entitled to things they didn't work for.

[drydrown]

And if I'd come here willingly on some sort of holiday, maybe you would have half of a very tenuous point. As it is, I've been spirited off to wherever we are and taken from the things I have been working for.

So I think I'm allowed my displeasure.

[pr159]

Then so am I.

[ he's stuck in a building with you, we're all making sacrifices here ]

You'll be joining everyone at the meeting later?

[drydrown]

Yes, of course. I see no reason not to.

[pr159]

[ That's a shame; he would have liked to see what happened to whoever decided not to show, and it seems like it might have been especially satisfying if this had been the man to take on that role. He does seem like someone who would never turn down the chance to complain to a manager, though, so it's to be expected.

(Yes, he's also that type of person himself, what of it.) ]

Then I suppose I shall see you then, Mr. ...?

[ give him a name so he can talk about you behind your back, please ]

[drydrown]

[wow rude]

...Cumore. And yourself?

[pr159]

Rideaux. Director at the Spirius Corporation.

[ Even though that name probably doesn't mean anything to a single person here, and even though Spirius can go fuck itself at this point. It's a pride thing.

He gives a slight bow, along with a smile that makes it very clear that this is an Ironic Bow. ]

Until then.

[ and he was already in the doorway, so

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