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.

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[The fact that he doesn't know what they want doesn't help. He's not really that brave of a person, and he's tempted to turn tail and run. But if he runs they'll chase him, won't they?

He wishes he had his power from home. If he did, then he would know their intentions right away.

Instead of running or freaking out, Ango tries something to hopefully get them to calm down a bit: he holds out his hand in the universal signal for 'stop', to see if it gets them to stop crowding the window.]

[Well, uh. The gesture certainly does something, it's just that it's probably something that Ango wasn't really going for. Namely, the things happen to get even more agitated, pressing themselves against the glass further with the occasional loud thump from some particularly persistent ones in the back.

They're very excited to see you, Ango!!]

[...hmm.

Time to see if these strange creatures can read.

He's going to write "Please do not push on the glass" on one of the pieces of paper he found and hold it up for the creatures to read.

He's also only going to keep this up until the glass starts cracking. The moment there's damage, he's running the fuck away.]

[A valiant effort, but alas, one doomed to end in inconclusive results. Because the closer he gets to the glass, the more insistent they are and the more often they bang on the window, blinking at him with their bright, bright eyes.

So yeah. It's going to start to crack long before he gets any understanding of how literate these things are, so it might be good to take advantage of the fact that you have legs and hoof it.]

[YEAH UH

TIME TO GET THE FUCK OUT

Bye ghost people, plz to not be chasing him!

(also for reference will the glass still be cracked if he comes back later with other people?)]

[It's fine, you have legs! The odds are probably in your favor!!

But if Ango comes back, the glass will still be cracked, yes!]

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