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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[drydrown]

If you've a problem with it, that's hardly any concern of mine.

[It's spoken through sharply gritted teeth; he's apparently not here for anything today has decided to be.]

If it troubles you, take it elsewhere.

[raventhaw]

I'm here for food from the milk bar specifically. I didn't come here asking to be met with someone else's temper tantrum.

[ who let these two talk. ]

[drydrown]

Unless I'm mistaken, I was here before you were...?

[this is off to the best start.]

[raventhaw]

That doesn't make this your territory.

[ thanks she hates it. ]

[drydrown]

And will you look at that - it isn't yours, either.

[raventhaw]

Then let's compromise.

You hold off on your yelling for five -- just five minutes -- while I grab my food, and once I'm gone, you're free to continue throwing your little tantrum.