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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!]]
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Re: kitchen
[ But he supposed he could give it a whirl if the other really wanted. It didn't take too much to make cake at least... ]
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Haha, alright. Did you want them with jelly inside or just plain?
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[ He'll start making some pancakes and in a jiffy already have three for Pizza! ]
...Also, is your name really Pizza?
[ He saw it on the profiles but there's still some disbelief. ]
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[ Wow you should work in a restaurant Rean. He takes the plate and just admires it for a bit, leaning in and breathing in the aroma. ]
Yeah, of course it is! You don't have Food Souls where you come from either, do you?
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And wow, Pizza...he was kind of happy to see someone already seemed so pleased at something he made. ]
No, not really. I'm not sure what 'Food Souls' are either. Can you explain it to me?
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Mmhmm we're [ Monch ] spirits created from the souls of food. Our job is to fight Fahhnen Anguls. [ That's probably 'Fallen Angels' but talking while chewing is hard. ]
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You can probably wait to swallow your food before you talk, though.
[ Goddess Pizza, were you raised in a barn? ]
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I'm almost done! [ In a castle, actually. ] Sometimes you have to eat and do other things, and I've gotten pretty good at it.
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[ Tsk tsk, but oh well. ]
Can you tell me why you're fighting against Fallen Angels?
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Because they want to destroy the world, and we Food Souls won't let that happen.
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[ He'd ask what was the point, but he's sure there was a reason. ]
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[ Because world destruction is Bad, folks. ]
Thank you for sharing this with me, Pizza.
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