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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investigation and some other things

[notbymyside]

[Well. If they are free to do as they will, then he is going to make use of that.

First things first, he goes to the bookstore in search of materials. Ango is a very methodical person, and if he's going to be investigating then he's going to be taking copious notes as he does so. He's totally raiding the stationary section and picking up a few pens as well. It's not quite a notebook, but it's better than nothing.

Next, he goes to the Opera House and starts a search of the place that will likely take a few hours. If he still had his ability then this would be a piece of cake, but without it he can only rely on his investigative senses, which makes it take longer. He does have a peculiar habit of reaching out and touching objects from time to time, only to seem disappointed or slightly miffed shortly after. Hm. How strange.

He does also linger by the profiles for a while, letting out an irritated huff as he looks over his own. But Dazai's profile, that's the one that gets his attention the most. He almost looks sad as he gazes at that picture.]

Dazai-kun... you won't be happy to see this, will you?

[After losing nearly 20 minutes of daytime to a poster, he finally moves on.

His next stop of the day is the tram station, and he's actually going to try walking along the tracks if he can. Will he be able to go anywhere just walking along the tracks, or will fog turn him back around?]

profiles

[puperoni]

[ Pizza is also here to gaze at all these profiles, though his is more a look of admiration. ]

Oh, is he your friend?

[notbymyside]

...something like that.

[Knives. Right into his heart.]

Where is yours? I'm curious now.

[puperoni]

[ He tilts his head but doesn't push the issue. He's spent enough time with Cassata to know some people are just like that. ]

Over here! [ Bouncing on over to his profile and posing right beside. ]

They did a pretty good job ★.

[notbymyside]

[Someone certainly is proud of their profile.]

They did get a good picture of you. Though I'm curious: what's wrong with whiskey?

[He means the drink, not the food soul.]

[puperoni]

[ No complaints, there's really only one unpleasant thing on there and— His countenance falls, his smile more rigid. ]

The food soul. Not the drink, if that's what you're thinking of.

bookstore

[twoasone]

[Oho! A fellow bookstore raider! Shin's come here for a sketchbook and some pencils, but he's happy to help.]

If you're looking for a journal, you might find them over there. [Points at the shelf where he found the sketchbook.]

[notbymyside]

Is that so?

[Time to go look on that shelf then!]

That would be useful. I wasn't looking forward to having to find a way to bind all these pages.

[twoasone]

Happy to help!

[May as well follow along and strike up some conversation.]

Are you a writer, perchance? Or are you simply taking notes on any clues you come across?

[notbymyside]

[For a moment there, the corner of his mouth turns downward slightly. Unpleasant memories of the past seem to be attacking him more than usual in this place.

But it's only for a moment, and soon he has a politely neutral look on his face again as he sorts through the books.]

I wouldn't call myself a writer, I just prefer to collect my thoughts on paper so I can organize them later.

[twoasone]

[That mouth did not go unnoticed.]

Fair enough. I do something like that myself.

[He drums his fingers on the spine of his sketchbook.

opera/profiles

[p_q]

[Well, at least he has a fellow loiterer at the profiling area -- Ulquiorra only moves a minimal distance each time, methodically perusing the different profiles, and doesn't appear to be paying any attention to any others in the vicinity. But if Ango is paying attention, he can probably sense his watchful attention from time to time when he decides to fondle miscellaneous objects.

Far be it from him to care what people do in their spare time, even if he does have way too much free time now and is using it all for judgment. But -- eventually he'll arrive at Dazai's flowery mugshot too.]

Hmph. So there are more here who were taken with others of their kind.

[Whatever. That means. It probably means what it says on the tin but is he going to be unnecessarily cryptic about it. Perks of being a fucking cryptid, yes.]

[notbymyside]

...pardon?

[Honestly Ango hasn't gotten to Ulquiorra's profile yet, he's going alphabetically. He totally thought Ulqui's everything was #Aesthetic too, so.]

[p_q]

Is this profile that fascinating to you?

[He's just assuming he was so Dazaistruck he wasn't listening.]

[notbymyside]

'Fascinating' isn't quite the word I would use. It's an interesting read though.

[And mildly horrifying but details. ]

[p_q]

[There are many things about their lives and the setting that are mildly horrifying. Nothing wrong with a little fridge horror to start your day.]

To me it simply looks like a human with little consistency or resolve. Someone who is either well-suited for this, or not well-suited at all.

[He doesn't need to meet this riffraff to judge him?? I've written the word judge so many times in the past two days what's a good synonym. He's dragging him across the Polish countryside, sure.]

investigation

[umbralant]

[ Once Ango takes more than a few steps into the fog, he'll find himself turned around. However, he might notice that there are some storefronts and buildings with a thin layer of fog comparatively. They're locked and dark (as are many buildings in this place), but there's nothing to stop him from peering in the windows or getting more adventurous. ]

[notbymyside]

[Well let's start that adventure by peering in the windows. ]

[umbralant]

[It's dark! Which is probably along the lines of what would be expected by now considering the state of the city, but it is what it is. Either way, Ango won't be able to see much of what's inside beyond whatever bare bit of light the lampposts provide, but maybe, just maybe he might see the tiny flicker of glowing blue moving about in there.]

[notbymyside]

[Now that is interesting! Ango will go ahead and tap on the window. If something is in there, maybe he can get its attention.]

[umbralant]

[At the tap, the blue glow halts instantly. There's a half a second pause before there isn't just one glow anymore, it's two. And then four. Six. Eight. And even more than that; it becomes difficult to count. But regardless, the multiplying lights blink erratically in pairs for a good 30 seconds before they blur, surging towards Ango--

Only to meet the glass with a loud and audible thump as whatever the hell clamors and struggles against the window, making it tremble and strain. Glowing blue eyes blink at Ango.

Well, what now?]

opera house

[moonfang]

[have a horned teenager wearing a black garbage bag like a poncho, Ango. He looks positively miserable as he peeks over Ango's shoulder]

What the hell... I don't remember writin' this.

[notbymyside]

[Wow what a fukken nerd.]

I think the idea is that The Lady wrote them about us.

[moonfang]

[yes but he is a dry nerd]

Mine is written like I wrote it. Yours.... hm. Yours could go either way. Oooh, unagi. That's tasty.

[notbymyside]

I didn't write mine. I wouldn't put 'espionage' on my skills list if I had.