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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[reanbeans]

[ Regardless of intentional or not, Rean apprieciated that she was being so thoughtful in the first place.

It helped that what she just said right now? Was actually a good point. ]

That's true. I'd already knew I couldn't necessarily believe everything other people say. But, in a situation like this, where we're not the ones holding all the chips...it never hurts to have a reminder.

[ He'll rest a hand briefly against his chest, remembering when that man just spilled out his title aloud like that. But now that he thought about it, he came to his own solution. Partly in thanks to her. ]

...Though, I'll take the wait and see approach when the time the meeting comes instead. It's really for the best if I hear everyone out first before even making a judgement at all.

[raventhaw]

I can hardly blame you for doing that. Jumping to conclusions too quickly would end disastrously.

[ she looks down at her tea for a moment before she looks up at rean. seems like she was considering something for a moment, but whatever it was, she says nothing of it. ]

Especially knowing this group.

[reanbeans]

[ He waited patiently, knowing it was impolite to interrupt. When she didn't say what was on her mind, though, he didn't prod. He believed she'd say—if ever—when she was ready. ]

Haha, yeah. We've got so many different personalities and people from a variety of backgrounds, so we need to be careful about how we perceive others.

[ He'll smile a little, there. ]

Still, you've been rather thoughtful ever since we've first spoke, and I think it's time to say that I really do appreciate that.

[raventhaw]

I'll admit, I'm impressed. I thought you'd be the kind of person who'd just blindly believe whatever was laid out in front of him.

[ a small shrug. ]

Clearly, I was wrong.

[reanbeans]

...Really? [ ... ] Well, it's true I used to be more susceptible to that when I was younger, but experience has made me more prepared.

[ It was only natural that people who were younger were more naive. Though, even now there were some things that hadn't changed for him with age. ]

You know how it is.

[raventhaw]

Sure, age is a factor, but that wasn't what gave me that impression.

[ age hardly has anything to do with it. sure, raven's seen a lot during her 38 years of being alive; but she acknowledges that rean is capable of thinking for himself. and that he's actually heeding her advice is...impressive. ]

I took you for a blind optimist. I'm glad at least part of that isn't true.

[reanbeans]

[ He'll look a little sheepish there. He can't say he was surprised, given the kind of personality he had. ]

Haha, well, I'm glad the misunderstanding was cleared up sooner rather than later. I'd also ask what gave you that impression...but I think I can guess how you read me like that.

[ Rean knew he was outwardly positive in a situation like this, which was difficult, and how that might look to other people, among other things. ]

[raventhaw]

I'm sure you can.

[ said as she takes another sip of her tea. ]

Information sharing in itself isn't the most terrible of ideas; I'm more wary of the possibility that the Lady and Rembrandt will be watching.

[reanbeans]

[ Judging by the look on his face, he didn't even disagree with the possibility at all. ]

I'm wary of that too, but I also think we're at the stage that if they have their eyes and ears on us, it's not something that we can avoid.

[raventhaw]

You have a point. Chances are they've already started keeping surveillance on us.

[ she'd ask how, but they haven't revealed all of their capabilities. and with power so great, so surmountable... it seems like anything's possible. ]

[reanbeans]

I wouldn't doubt it at all. They seemed like they were doing their best to have all of this go as they plan.

[ He's still not over how eager they appeared to want them to kill each other. It was insane, and creepy, to be frank. ]