WEEK 1

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WEEK 1

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Your hosts have come and gone, and have left you with nothing but more questions and a key. Regardless of how you reacted or what you decided to do soon after that, it’s a fact that the day must end eventually.

And so it does, with the striking of the clock. As the twelve gongs reverberate and disappear into the night, the rest of the city is left silent save for a chilly wind that skims the streets. Those who have retired to their assigned rooms will find that the furnishings are decent enough to get a good night’s sleep, while those who wander the city will only continue to see empty streets and fog. But regardless of how you spend the night, eventually it will become readily apparent that dawn will not be coming any time soon as the waxing moon continues to hang in the sky even as the clock strikes six or seven or eight.

No one’s stopping you from wallowing in bed or holing up in a building during this perpetual night, but there’s a whole city out there to check out and some interesting additions to the Opera House decor; don’t forget though, a cage is a cage and every good cage needs its bars. While a portion of the streets and buildings are clear, any intrepid explorers won’t find themselves able to get very far through the fog that surrounds them; anyone who tries to venture through will end up getting turned around and end up right back where they started. Still, there’s plenty of other places to check, even if the fog-shrouded buildings are more or less off limits. Fortune favors the bold, after all.

[[Welcome to Week 1! Feel free to make top levels at your discretion, and remember to note it in your header if you plan on investigating any locations. You can also now privately contact The Lady or Rembrandt at your leisure!]]

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[bawcock]

That's right. I'm guessing you got that little nugget from those flyers, but it's pretty impressive you managed to remember it. [ Not sure he likes having his information put out there like that. Or at least, this information.

Being wanted is one thing but having people put down his personal desires like that is just uncomfortable. ]

How many of them did you memorize, anyway? I can't imagine mine was the only one you read.

[baitless]

Ah, I mostly just tried to make sure I could put names to faces, really. I didn't focus too much on the rest, since I thought it was all a bit invasive.

[GODDESS KNOWS HIS JUST PUT ALL HIS SECRETS ON FUCKIN BLAST...]

[bawcock]

[ Right, why's it gotta be like this!! Can't a couple of dudes and like three ladies keep their deep, dark secrets in a bottomless well where they belong??? ]

So there are some decent guys here after all. [ Okay, so he already thought this guy was decent but it still warrants saying. ] More than a bit if you ask me, but that's how guys like this operate.

They probably wanted to scare us by showing off just how much they knew about us.