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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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Finally, she comments aloud:]
This world is...so normal. Like it doesn't have anything special in it.
[She's not sure if she should be relieved or not.
Later she's at the opera house, having stumbled upon the profiles for the first time. When she sees them, she blinks, reading her, then hurries away. When she returns she's bringing a few candles. Without stopping for a moment to consider if she should be doing this, she starts smashing the candles on her profile, smearing them back and forth, like she's trying to obscure the glass. She wants to block her profile no matter what. That information, that image, she wants all of it to be gone.
By the time you find her, she has smeared the wax of a couple candles already and is on the third one. The glass is cloudy, the text barely readable. Her face is contorted in an expression of despair, but she's not stopping at all. Yeah, she's not...she's not okay]
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[ sitting at a different corner from her, but totally eavesdropping. which is also the norm for him. ]
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