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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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He never actually thought someone would make him feel like a spring chicken, but boy, he kind of does now...]
...that is... entirely fair, actually, but it is still the principle of the thing.
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[.........................SIGH... he’ll stop scribbling, looking a little defeated.]
No, it’s likely best not to spend much time fighting it now that it’s out there, is it...
[goddess, Lysithea has probably already seen it, hasn’t she...]
I’m simply glad one of my colleagues isn’t here, as I would absolutely never hear the end of it.
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I imagine it would be quite a bit of a shock.
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I do so hate to be rude, [that's a lie, he doesn't] but I am curious. You aren't human, are you?
[unless you found a way to live that long, in which case please tell him]
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[SO NO, BUT UH... he’s not going to be specific here.]
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[This is definitely something he shouldn't press on, but he's curious!!]
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[yeah he shouldn’t be asking that!! But now that it’s out there, he needs to figure out how to deal with this outside of, well, Lysithea, who is at least a decent person who likely would not endanger anyone close to him. Would making it a bigger deal make things more suspicious?
...hm...]
Not particularly, I suppose. It is merely force of habit at this point.
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[Fine, fine, he'll back off on it...]
I doubt many of us would find it strange. Once again, Sirius is here and if we can handle the giant person with wings, we can handle anything.
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[...like he has a few Concerns, but even then, that involved magic. This is just... pure technology, it seems.]
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[He's somewhere between "that's witchcraft and I hate it" and "that's witchcraft and I want to study it" so. You know. The usual.]
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