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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!]]
breakfast
That said, he is... perched... on the counter top, watching Rean like a particularly strange hawk. Or, maybe, given his color scheme, a large horned snowy owl.]
What is it?
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What was more surprising is the other not recognizing pancakes. ]
It's pancakes, and some eggs if you'd like to have those too.
If you've never had pancakes I'd recommend to give them a try.
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[Japanese pancakes tend to be pretty tall and fluffy, after all. He leans forward and sniffs the air -- it definitely smells good, and his stomach rumbles loudly]
Are they sweet?
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[ He could try to make them fluffier, he supposed, and yeah, he sure heard that stomach rumble. ]
They are if you put syrup on top. Though, I can even add some jelly inside the actual pancakes to make them sweeter, if you want.
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... And then quickly eats the whole thing, and reaches for another]
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Zangetsu...he'll just let him take the next pancake, and make more. ]
I'm glad you seem to like them, but how many more would you like?
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Then pauses, then holds up four fingers
Wait. No. Five. Five pancakes.
Nodnodnodnod]
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You have a really big appetite, don't you?
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Ever since I got here I've been real hungry. It's probably because I'm separated from my master.
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...? Why does being separated from your master make you so hungry?
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[ Because the other mentioned a sun which was something he knew existed before he came here. ]
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[ What is advanced tech...and yet having mecha. ]
A nuclear reactor is like that? It sounds rather powerful.
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[ To...put it lightly. ]
Can you tell me what Ichigo is like? I'm curious to know about the person you're serving.
[ Besides how strong he was, since he got an idea of that one. ]
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...Haha, really?
You don't sound like you mind him much though, despite that.
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