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WELCOME
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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He does have some questions to ask, but given that they can't see very far in front of them, it's probably prudent to keep quiet for now in case there's anything they could be hearing.
He's really not new to this kind of thing. ]
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until they hit the bottom of the stairs. raven holds her candle out, surveying the area as much as she can. chairs. the smell of coffee. ]
...A cafe.
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Well, I can safely say that isn't what I would have expected to find in a dark basement.
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[ for you know...hidden keys, stuff like that. investigation time? ]
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[ Since they haven't actually established why they're down here yet.
But yes, that's what he intends to do. All the years of searching for the unknown forms of divergence catalysts in alternate worlds have at least given him some useful experience in this regard.
Now that they're done with the stairs, he'll walk a few steps ahead rather than following behind, though he isn't going to stray too far from the candlelight. His eyes have somewhat adjusted to the dark, but not that much, and he has no intention of tripping over things like an asshole here. ]
mods: investigation!!!
[ and she's assuming that he is, too, since he's looking thoroughly just like raven is. she's not going to bother putting things she's misplaced back where they belong; leaving an area wide open like this makes it Free Real Estate, after all.
raven's going to check around the coffee area for anything that might immediately look off. any luck? ]
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Anyways, unless Raven is super interested in picking up some specialty blends as a souvenir, there's nothing much to find beyond coffee beans, a bean grinder and some fancy pour-over kettle. Maybe you can make a cold brew?]
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to rideaux: ]
Nothing over here.
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[ Anyway, he can take her word for whatever she says she sees; he's not that invested in this... investigation.
How about the cafe seating area? Are there any signs that anyone was here any time recently, or is everything perfectly straightened up? ]
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If this place is really abandoned, it doesn't look like that's been the case for long. This place seems tidier than some of the cafes in my own city. No settled dust or anything.
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[ at the mention of dust, she wipes her hand across one of the tables.
he's right. it's absolutely spotless. ]
Odd. Admittedly, I'm not sure what else to make of this.
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Aside from that, it seems that either they didn't leave in too much of a hurry, or someone stayed behind to clean up afterward.
[ Somehow it seems hard to imagine that their mystery captors would have personally gone around the city to wipe down all the surfaces, but what does he know. Not a damn thing about them, at least.
Anyway, there doesn't seem to be much else that stands out in this spot, so... Hm. Well, the cafe itself doesn't seem to occupy this entire floor, so let's go over in the vague direction of that stage that he can't see yet. ]
Bring the light over this way?
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but she does, at least, walk over towards him with her candle. the stage is at least somewhat visible now, so rideaux can do some snooping if he'd like. ]
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Other than that, there's nothing noteworthy here on the stage!]
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They had entertainment here sometimes, from the looks of it.
[ Here, Raven, have a pamphlet. ]
BOGO deal, if you're interested in holding onto it for a potential grand reopening in the future.
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[ she takes the pamphlet anyway, looks down at it...and recognizes that this was a language she hadn't known before, and yet...she can understand all of it. just like the brochure she found in the post office. her eyes narrow and she looks up at rideaux. deciding not to go along with his joke, she holds out the pamphlet, sort of...shoving it towards him. a little. holding it up. ]
Does this language look familiar to you?
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Not in the least. The characters are all so ridiculously simple that the words hardly even look real.
[ Elympion writing is a fucking nightmare; his full name is 94 strokes. ]
The language I'm speaking isn't familiar either, though. And yet here we are, understanding both.
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I'm going back upstairs.
[ if she sounds agitated, it's because she sure is. welp. she turns around and starts walking towards the stairwell. she stops at the bottom, at least, and turns around slightly to make sure he's following her. ]
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And yeah, he notices the agitation, which is fair, honestly. The obvious implication here is that someone tampered with their thinking somehow, which he certainly doesn't love, but... ]
It does seem like we've covered most of it.
[ So, sure, he's following. Tripping up the stairs in the dark is only marginally preferable to tripping down. ]