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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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Noelle's enthusiasm only made him ever the more convinced that this was a good idea, though. Also a little amused, which made be visible in his tone slightly, but certainly nothing off-putting. ]
No, really, it's fine. I did offer, remember?
[ He'll get right to making a batch. ]
Would you like plain pancakes or ones filled with jelly?
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[The thought of having that is just so...so nice! When was the last time she had pancakes?]
Are you good at cooking? [...she shouldn't be asking it like that when he is cooking right in front of her, so she amends the question] What I mean is if you have been cooking for long.
[Maybe Rean learned years ago how to cook, she thinks]
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[ Omg, Noelle...how did she live being deprived of the wonderful goodness of pancakes?!
That aside, he didn't take the question badly and nodded at her amended inquiry. ]
I've been cooking since I was young. But, I've my family and people I have met to thank for all the recipes I've been able to learn, though.
[ Also, he had a hard time cooking things just for himself, so it's good others have been so receptive to him doing this. Really. ]