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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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It does seem appropriately petty and stupid.
[ Sigh. ]
Anyway, I'm not that desperate. [ y e t ] But do keep an eye out.
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[ 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. ]
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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.
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[ *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... ]