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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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But it's okay, I believe you Iago.
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Well. Good. You should! I have no reason to lie to you.
[this is just embarrassing...]
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So did you read mine, huh? Did you?
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[iago don't be rude????]
Tell me about this princess.
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Kind, smart, beautiful, gentle to everyone....
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[ No one said she was alive. ]
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[uh, hang on, give him a sec, that is sort of the last thing he was expecting here—]
I see. I'm sorry for your loss?
[THAT SOUNDS LIKE A QUESTION.......... look iago's bad at this, okay.]
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Thanks. I'm no good at being serious or sad... so let's talk about something else, okay? Ask me another question, like what my favorite food is.
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[It's far easier to move on, and thankfully Pizza's on the same page there.]
What is your favorite food?
[...is it whatever "pizza" is..........]
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I bet you thought it was cake, didn't you? [ He's talked cake with so many people. ]
But it's actually spaghetti! ★
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[i don't know if they have spaghetti in nohr but they do now]
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[That sounds like a terrible idea?????]
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[ ...he might actually try this now if he can find someone who will indulge him. ]
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Well, if you do find the means to make it here, let me know how that goes.
[this is really not something he should be encouraging, so naturally...]
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