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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WEATHER

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[Today's forecast until this afternoon is intermittent rain, with some wind.
High: 46°F (7°C)
Low: 34°F (1°C)]

A LITTLE SOMETHING

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[Anyone who passes by the front door of the housing area will find a couple bottles of whisky on a table! Jolly!

There's also a note there, written with nondescript handwriting:

'help yourself'

Wonderful news, don't you think?]

[pr159]

[ WELL YOU DON'T HAVE TO TELL HIM TWICE

is anyone going to notice if he just takes a whole fucking bottle ]

[deadlygoals]

[ FUCK YEAH

Ganking the other bottle ]

[pr159]

[ cool he'll hold off on trying his until he sees if you die or not ]

booze investigation

[deadlygoals]

[ Dazai will pour himself a glass of it. Despite his age, he's actually well versed in alcohol and what it should look, and smell like. Checking it out. Does the color look the same? Does it smell the same? Does it act like whiskey should when swirled around? ]

[umbralant]

[The moment Dazai moves the glass it explodes and kills him because it was volalite nitroglycerin in a bottle. What a clever murder trap! So, the places for this investigation will be--okay, no.

It does act like whiskey should! The smell and color hint this is a superb kind of whisky. You don't get this kind of booze unless you are loaded with cash]

[deadlygoals]

[ He would have loved that.

He also loves this. He definitely is loaded with cash suck it rideaux so he's used to this quality of booze.

Just going to take a sip. ]

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[ The aroma is sweet and spicy, hints of toffee apples, brown sugar, cinnamon and aniseed coming through with a note of citrus and vanilla. The taste is smooth like syrup, fruit, dark chocolate and raisins blending in harmony.

...it's a really damn good bottle of whiskey. ]

[deadlygoals]

[ NICE. Bone apple tea. ]

[notbymyside]

[It's also a bottle that Ango is totally reaching for. Share, Dazai.]

I thought I told you to pick up a caffeine habit.

[deadlygoals]

[ Wow. He's going to grab the bottle. ]

Who said I'm sharing?

[ He probably will since it's Ango, but still ]

[notbymyside]

What, you're not going to share with a friend?

[He does let Dazai take the bottle back though. That's some Good Shit and it needs to not get dropped.]

[deadlygoals]

Maybe if you say the magic word~

[ He does grab a second glass to pour the whiskey in it. ]

[notbymyside]

Pretty please, Dazai-kun?

[There, have your magic words. And grab a third glass too, because there's a third person to pour a drink for.]

[deadlygoals]

[ Indeed there is. Just pouring it into both glasses without a pause. Pushing a glass over towards Ango. ]

Let's toast.

[ Since who knows when they can do this again. ]

[notbymyside]

[Ango picks up his glass too, though he leaves the third sitting between them.]

What should we toast to?

[deadlygoals]

[ Looking at Odasaku's glass, as the corner of his mouth lifts up. There's something warm in his expression. ]

To the stray dogs.

[ Time to clink Oda's glass before raising it to Ango's. ]

[notbymyside]

...to the stray dogs.

[He'll do the same thing too and tap Odasaku's glass before holding his up to tap Dazai's.]

[deadlygoals]

[ Tapping Ango's and then taking a drink. ]

You know, I don't even like dogs.

[notbymyside]

[He takes a drink too.]

You did always seem like more of a cat person.

[apothecares]

[ time to press doubt!!!

Alfyn will still collect one. Even if it's not actually whiskey, if it's alcoholic at all it'll be a good disinfectant.]

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[Brilliant idea, Alfyn. It's truly a brilliant idea to use this £10,000 rare bottle of Glenlivet from the 1880s AS DISINFECTANT

THIS MOD THINKS INSTEAD THIS SHOULD HAVE BEEN CORN MOONSHINE FROM THE BAYOU BECAUSE SERIOUSLY, ALFYN.

Hah!]

[apothecares]

[Clearly, Alfyn has the more refined pallet, if he's only willing to use the best as disinfectant. Imagine the kind he chooses to drink]

[baitless]

[...ugh. he's going to examine the booze a bit, then sigh and leave.

...

then he'll come back and pour himself a glass because fuck it he's still worrying like hell about flayn. maybe it'll work. who fucking knows]