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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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It's where I come from—you haven't been? I guess it is pretty far from Sakurajima. It's full of grassy hills and mountains, and it doesn't look anywhere like here.
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I would suspect a plane more than a boat, considering the great distances.
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How far is "great distances"?
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[ ... now, does this person know what miles are? That's the real question Mikami is beginning to ask himself here. ]
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[ That's fair. But it's also fair that Pizza may be picking up on context clues more than actually knowing how far a mile is. ]
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[ Mikami does not have the greatest amount of patience for other people and he is beginning to feel sincerely exasperated. ]
You seem incredibly unconcerned with the situation.
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No, that's not true. I don't know where we are, and I don't have Cassata and Cheese with me like I should. But I can't just get sad and give up. I can't.
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I agree with that. Though displaying some outward concern would be considered normal, giving up won't serve us well. Whoever brought us here has been operating on such a large scale, it is hard to imagine there won't be loopholes that can get us out of here.
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It's my job to be cheerful for everyone, that's what my—[ He reaches for something behind his back but finds nothing. ]
Ahh, I need to find my flag too.... [ He coughs. ]
Loopholes like to get out of a contract?
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[ And then they'll be stuck in Poland. That's... another issue. ]
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When you figure it out, just tell me where to go! If you call my name I'll be sure to hear it! [ Wait a second, he forgot something important. ]
...aha, I didn't tell you my name yet right? I'm Pizza!
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That's... a nickname, right?
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[ Politeness suggests he introduce himself here, but he can't get over this. It's too much. Being kidnapped to a strange place, yes, sure, but... pizza? Really? Really now? He doesn't understand the youths anymore. He feels old. What is going on? ]
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... I see. [ He doesn't and it's plain on his face. ]
I'm Teru Mikami. Just calling me Mikami is fine.
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