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WEEK 1
WEEK 1
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!]]
Breakfast
What you're making right now smells quite good enough.
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[ He figured he should ask and because the other is...rather a good size, he believed he should probably prepare four for him. Four large pancakes. ]
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[ Didn't it just.
He'll go to make some pancakes with jelly in them. And as he's going about doing so... ]
Did you see what was put up in the opera house?
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[ At least by now the pancakes cook pretty fast since he's been at it for awhile, so he's already got one on the plate after adding in the jelly. ]
But, it looks like they've got profiles of us up, for whatever reason.
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You can see it for yourself later, but they really do have everyone here up with some information.
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Are you sure you don't need a fork for that?
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Yes, you do. It'll keep things from getting messy.
[ He'll nab a fork and hold it out to him, thinking maybe there was just a misunderstanding. He couldn't imagine someone being unable to use a fork, here. ]
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I suppose that makes sense, if you'd mind your hands getting sticky.
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Haha, yeah. You're not used to using them?
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The food I had when I was previously in mortal form didn't need such utensils to be savored in the first place.
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[ Either way, Rean didn't judge. ]
Thank you for telling me that...Sirius, right? That was your name on the profiles I saw.
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