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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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Wait. Those are places around Krakow. He takes a closer look at the pictures, keeping an eye out for landmarks he hasn't seen yet.]
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Also there's a lot of churches too. So many.]
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The churches, though... Funny how they remind him of what he's been forced to leave behind. He had just found that place he truly belonged... Only just damned his own flesh and blood for the chance. Why couldn't the reverend accept them both? Wasn't there some way he could-
The wheels in his head are turning, flickering back to the instinct in the back of his mind. He has a power, now. Perhaps...
He shoves that thought to the back of his mind, but it still lingers there as he goes to investigate the store further. For all he knows, this is merely a storefront, but perhaps he might be lucky enough to find tools of the trade? Wax, wicks, ovens?]
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Ain't nothing stopping him from gathering a bunch of candles and melting them down one day with a flaming trombone though.]
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Anything else in this shop that might catch his eye?]
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Note to self: Melt down the urinal cake candles into something more useful and/or sane.Well. If there is no more to be seen, then Shin will be left to his thoughts.
And when he's left to his thoughts, he thinks of his immediate past.
And when he thinks of his immediate past, he gets kind of lonely.
And when he gets kind of lonely, he uses that power he was given.
And when he uses that power he was given, he realizes he can only make a self aware clone.
And when he realizes he can only make a self aware clone, he ends up making himself depressed.
Don't end up making yourself depressed, folks.]