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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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[She pauses, taking a deep breath. This isn’t exactly the easiest topic to talk about.]
When I was a small child - a baby, really - my family aided House Hyrm in their attempt to defect to the Alliance from the Empire. As a result, we were targeted by those who slither in the dark. They performed experiments on all of the children of House Ordelia, trying to find a way to implant a second Crest into a person.
...that’s why I got so upset last night, during the meeting, at the thought of being called survivor. It was an unwelcome reminder that I was the only child that survived those experiments.
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I... goodness, Lysithea, that's... well, horrible doesn't even start to describe it.
[...even though. well. hm.
Hm. He kind of gets it, actually.......]
...I'm not surprised it reminded you of that, though it... certainly makes me wonder if that's why we have that designation. I know we have abilities we did not have before we arrived here, and our captors seem as morally bankrupt as the sort of people who would experiment on children just to see what happens.
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[She pauses, taking a deep breath.
But yeah. With that kind of thing there to be asked about? I don’t intend to go prying into anyone else’s life stories more than I have to.
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[rude as hell and potentially unburying old trauma??]
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[And speaking of trauma.]
...I had to do something between a laugh and a cry when I realized my regular magic was gone after all that, replaced with some godawful blood magic.