antumbrac | 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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[ Ugh. Well, you can bet your ass Rideaux's not about to wear this Dry Clean Only suit out in the rain without cover, so he's got a priest robe thrown on over his usual clothes today, and has smartly left his feather boa in his room so as to avoid ending up smelling like a wet Bog Chirpee.

Like pretty much everyone else today, he eventually ends up at the opera house, specifically because everyone is going there and he wants to see what all the fuss is about.

Oh, that's a good photo of him. And the profile seems accurate enough, too, even if he's a little flustered by the whole world-destroying thing being laid out in the open like that. ]

Well, so much for classified information.

[ Well, whatever; if the department's secrets have already been breached, then it's not on him to bother trying to keep them anymore.

That aside, he's definitely paying attention to everyone else's details, too -- and should anyone come in whose name he doesn't know already, he'll quickly look to their profile to match the names and faces.

(And speaking of names, he is very weirded out by how his looks in this language???)

...At some point late in the evening, if you happen to be in the housing hallway, you might see him crossing from the bathroom to room II, in a priest robe again because it's hilariously the closest thing he has to a bathrobe here, with his hair wrapped up in a towel and looking decidedly displeased. He'd already accepted that he'd have to do without a blow dryer here, but come on. ]

...Did something happen?

[ Rideaux looked like the opposite of the cat who ate the canary. ]

I take it you haven't seen any shampoo around this place either.

[ Is that just a general comment on its availability or an insult? Who knows. ]

[ Regardless of which one it was, Rean will take it as a general comment... ]

No, not really. If anything, I can see one of those two hoarding something like that.

Maybe sometime you could ask them, though I'm not sure how that'll go.

[ Given their general annoying everything. But he supposed it was one avenue to try. Not that he had to worry much about shampoo and such himself. His hair's short and easy to deal with. ]

[ Who, Cumore and Dist? (But no, he gets you.) ]

It does seem appropriately petty and stupid.

[ Sigh. ]

Anyway, I'm not that desperate. [ y e t ] But do keep an eye out.

I understand.

[ He didn't see himself so desperate to ask their two masterminds for anything yet either so he at least understood that. ]

Don't worry, I will. Oh and which room is yours? In case I can't find you around town and I've somehow found some shampoo?

[ Since their names aren't written on the walls or doors - the other seemed to be heading towards Room II, but he also wasn't about to assume. ]

[ you're in luck because that assumption made an ass out of no one ]

II, right over there.

[ It's close enough that he can just kind of vaguely nod toward the door, though the motion makes the towel on his head slip a little, and he has to reach up and adjust it to make sure it's not going anywhere.

Ahem. ]

That will be much appreciated.

Haha, alright.

[ *Confetti pops with cheers in the background* ]

Of course, and it's no problem. I figure we should at least be able to live like normal people here, even if we've been brought against our will.

[ And he believed it was unreasonable to take away a simple comfort. Like really, he could get a bottle of shampoo for 50 Mira back in his world... ]

[ These profiles are a lot to take in. Yuzuru would be annoyed, but it's not like his classmates are here. Or some nosy senior who's into danger. Just act casual. ]

I see that we have a medical expert.

[ Curtains man is a doctor. That feels like it's easy to associate. Now he just has to be careful about getting hurt. ]

[ wow he's not a privacy curtain?? ]

You do.

[ He smiles; he's not going to get anything out of being modest here, so why argue?

Taking a quick look at this person's profile... He's tempted to roll his eyes at that "greatest desire", but at least they can agree on some dislikes? Frankly, he's always found shared enemies to be a better basis for getting along with someone than anything else anyway. ]

Let's just hope you don't have need of one.

[...he's finally kind of given up on trying to hide his age and family relations because it's........ not working really...... so he'll just commiserate with someone else.......]

How did they even find any of this out?

[...he's trying not to judge on things given that he doesn't have context. not too hard. "destroying worlds" is kind of a what the fuck thing, though.]

Don't ask me.

[ ...Though honestly anyone who managed to hack into Spirius's computer system and access his personnel file would probably be able to get all the info that's up there on him. ]

What age were you pretending to be, anyway?

...

I tried to avoid the subject, but people usually assumed I was in my twenties, so I just went along with it...

Are you serious?

...

People generally don't ask twice if you give them the right look. Most people, anyway.

No offense, but I would have put you at thirty at a minimum. Do you honestly think you look three years younger than me?

[ choose your words carefully ]

...I am extremely bad at human ages. If I did not have your age in front of me I likely would have presumed you were... twenty...

[...he pauses, mulling it over a bit...]

...five? Twenty-five. Maybe twenty-three.

Hm. Well, I'll take either of those.

[ well done ]

So what sort of non-human are you?

What sorts of non-humans are you familiar with that you can actually communicate with easily?

[It's a bit of a deflection, but he's also kind of curious...]

Spirits.

[ You know. One of the things under "Dislikes" up there on his profile. ]

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