WEEK 1

[umbralant]

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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[drydrown]

Exactly.

[...]

I do have my questions about the man she's with, but those can wait until another time.

[psychophant]

He seems much more interesting. I'm curious how he ended up working for her.

[sometimes that's just how it goes, the super attractive and intelligent underling is just so much better than their boss...]

[drydrown]

[...Not that you'd know much about that first qualifier there. Ugh, you really need to do something about your hair.]

Perhaps I'll ask eventually. Assuming I have nothing better to do with my time.

[psychophant]

[leave his hair out of this????]

Of course. For now, there's still plenty to explore.

[drydrown]

Have you gotten very far with that, through curiosity?

[psychophant]

Not yet. Admittedly, I did end up getting distracted in the bookstore and— Oh, and now these have distracted me as well.

[waves a hand at the profiles!!]

Well, I'm sure I'll find something.

[eventually. maybe.]

[drydrown]

When? When you stumble directly into it?

[psychophant]

Yes, of course, that is precisely what I have in mind.

[eyeroll!!]

Do you have any more witty remarks or shall I be on my way?

[drydrown]

[it's hardly his fault you're distracted by goddamn everything- ]

Do as you please, it hardly concerns me. Best of luck on your explorations.

[oh god you can practically hear the little passive-aggressive heart on the end of that can't you]