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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's not an official position........]
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I am convinced that she crafted the profiles this way purely to spite us like this. As if being forced to participate in this outrageous game wasn't terrible enough.
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Oh, agreed. I wouldn't be surprised if several of these were specifically crafted to make us sound dreadful to encourage murder.
[Not that it's likely someone will kill just because one of them is a terrible person, but you never know.]
...Though I suppose irritating her really did me no favors.
[listen sometimes u just gotta shitpost..........]
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[He totally gets authority on title-making okay.]
But...yes. My interaction with her was less than stellar as well. She made it sound like she is desperate to recruit me for my engineering skills...
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While I can certainly agree that your skills are incredible and should be coveted, [can he just take you back to nohr with him??] I found her attempts to persuade you to be downright abhorrent and insulting. You have every right to be furious for how she was treating you.
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[She was definitely taking advantage of his love for validation. You know, the flaw he won't admit to.
He utters a low growl and crosses his arms.]
And now she thinks I'm going to just happily accept another offer when we're through with this. She really should have known better if she claims to know me so well.
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[you know, assuming we don't all die horribly.]
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[Because he fully intends to survive, damn it!]
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[Well, all of us that are left, anyway.]
I'm certainly looking forward to that day.