WEEK 1

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WEEK 1

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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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pre-motive

[tokihanate]

[ Having slept a lot the day before, Hyoubu wakes up early and restlessly. So he wanders in the wee hours of the morning. He makes a stop at the bookstore to gather up some essentials. Sets of pens and pencils and highlighters, paper, scissors, tape, glue. He hums some old japanese tune while he wanders around looking to wreak havoc.

First stop is the opera house from where they'd been before. The signs catch his eyes and so he proceeds to use the makeshift supplies to vandalize some of them. Including his own. After awhile he gets tired, since cutting up and taping and pasting and all that is a lot of work, especially someone not so artistically inclined. If he was Patty, this would probably be very different kind of defacing. He dusts off his hands after he's all done and continues to wander around.

Unfortunately there wasn't any markers so Hyoubu will just have to do his best with the writing implements as he goes all over town to the spaces available to them to deface surfaces with various things, of which here is a sample of. He'll write them under tables, on mirrors, on nice vast walls, on the sidewalks, etc. Easily visibly or very hidden. When pens are out he'll probably end up scratching them with the dried out tool. When he's run out of insults and random drawings, sometimes he pulls from his own petty annoyances. Maybe he'll surprise a person or two by popping from under the table where they probably didn't notice him. Or stared at as he makes his way to the most random of places. It would've been much, much easier if he could fly or teleport. The thought of which is both infuriating and slightly sad. But it makes him all the more determined to vindictively insult the masterminds. ]

Opera house

[wishuponazoi]

...what are you doing?

[tokihanate]

Having some fun. [ He holds a pen out.] Want to try?

[wishuponazoi]

Certainly not. [A highly raised eyebrow.] What entertainment is there to gain from defacing others' images?

[tokihanate]

[ Have one raised eyebrow back. ] Because it's ridiculous.

[wishuponazoi]

And that...amuses you? [He supposes he can sort of understand the psychology behind that...it's still pretty strange to him nonetheless.]

[tokihanate]

Yes. [ A pause. ] It'd be more fun if it was people I actually knew though. [ Ah, the things he'd draw on Minamoto or Sakaki's dumb faces. ]

[wishuponazoi]

Because...you'd know better what kind of design was most appropriate for them?

opera house

[contrabandit]

[ claps! ]

Good artistic vision. I don't suppose you could beautify this guy, too? [ he gestures to alfyn. horrible, horrible person. enemy of all not-tall people everywhere! ]

[tokihanate]

Feel free to use anything I brought over. [ What a good boy you are Elliot. He grins mischievously. ] what do you have in mind?

[contrabandit]

I was thinking of something to visualize the inner workings of his black heart. Perhaps buckteeth! And very small squinty eyes.

[tokihanate]

Ooh good start. How about long lashes to go with it?

[contrabandit]

As long as they’re the most unflattering, I approve.

[tokihanate]

Like really bad mascara.

[contrabandit]

He has weirdly long eyelashes, have you noticed? I think if we don't emphasize them, nobody will recognize him.

ALL OVER TOWN

[twoasone]

[ Well. Shin has had some rest. Yesterday was an eventful one, but perhaps he can proceed through today as calmly as possible-

Wait. Is that someone drawing obscenities on the windows of the candle shop!?

Good job, you got the local craftsman running over and yelling. ]

WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING TO THE SHOP WINDOWS?!

[tokihanate]

Decorating. [ He finishes off a sloppy drawing of... A dog? A bird? Who knows.]

[twoasone]

You call this decorating?! It looks like you're ruining a perfectly good shop window to me!

[tokihanate]

Is this shop window that dear to you? [ He looks back and forth between the other person and the window and whispers with a wide grin. ] Should I leave you and the window alone?

[twoasone]

[ FROWNING ] Yes, I would appreciate it if you stop ruining any part of the shop!

Don't you have anything better to do than deface public property?

[tokihanate]

Not really. It's pretty boring around here, don't you think? [ He could smash the windows. That'd probably be less to your liking. It's tempting honestly. ]

Is it your shop?

opera house

[p_q]

[He enters the opera house early in the morning -- there's not much happening in the day-to-day, but that's fairly normal for a resident of Hueco Mundo anyway. Las Noches was more of a new normal; higher-level Hollows like him typically didn't congregate so much, and so Krakow itself is already too crowded for comfort.

Of course, he walks in in the middle of Hyoubu's graffiti art extravaganza, so maybe this is another new normal; Ulquiorra doesn't remark on it at first, simply staring before doing a quick sweep of the profiles and grounds. Even beneath the veneer of abandonment the place is constantly changing. Finally:]

Have you nothing better to waste your time? Or is this distraction just a means of self-comfort as well?

[He seems to just deadeye his own modified portrait, but then he's always deadeyed anyway--]

[tokihanate]

Is there anything better to do here? Or perhaps you want to suggest more additions to your lovely portrait. [ He tilts his head in a smile full of mirth.]

[p_q]

If you can't think of a single better thing to do in this situation, then perhaps the best you can do is avert your eyes.

[He states it blandly. Why yes, this is the first time they've actually technically met and talked. And yes, this is pretty much his way of saying hi. RIP.

Flat green eyes track the ridiculous squiggles and lines over his own portrait without really blinking.]

... Add any more and it will be unrecognizable.

[He does not sound like he's dissuading him.]

[tokihanate]

Why? That's boring.

[ Oh he's used to scolding from Magi and the rest. Why can't people just let an old man live his best life? ]

I was thinking sunglasses, but it would definitely be too much.