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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.
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Church
Ah, you're a man of the cloth.
[ He did see the profiles so he doesn't sound surprised, more like he's recalling the less strange bits of it. ]
I suppose I am feeling troubled, so may I confide in you?
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[He’ll head to one of the pews and sit down, scooting over a bit so Yuzuru has a place to sit as well.]
So you may certainly confide in me if you wish.
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[ But anyway, he sits down with Seteth, trying to relax. It is hard so hopefully talking about will help. ]
I wish to be skeptical of gracious hosts about being "survivors" and how congratulatory they speak of it, yet I am still bereft of the place at my young master's side. It has not been long hopefully, but it leaves me uneasy for us both.
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[sorry Seiros, though, he's probably going to be spreading the gospel of St. Cethleann instead.
...his expression definitely falters a bit as Yuzuru speaks, though.]
...actually, I understand how you feel. There are several people back home who I am concerned for, my...
[...sigh, the fuckin profiles blew it wide open anyway.]
...daughter in particular. We are not often apart, so this has been difficult even without the uncertainty hanging over our heads.
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I'm actually relieved that it's not an isolated concern. Hoping they are safe, or perhaps that they are not getting themselves into trouble...
[ He's trying to smile. ]
I wonder if we are missed... I doubt it in my case.
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Goodness, I'm definitely concerned about Flayn getting into trouble. I trust most of our allies deeply, but some of them have certain... personality defects that make me want to keep them a mile away from her at all times.
[...though, hm. mmmmm.]
Well, if you are close, I presume you are missed. Sometimes people get on each other's nerves, but that doesn't mean they dislike each other.