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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[inordertobelieve]

[ He notices that look and he will pointedly wait a little longer to insert himself into the conversation. ]

I hadn't been sure if the feeling I'd been getting was merely paranoia from the overload of foreign impressions here. But yes, I do get a... kind of a sense... that I have some ability as well.

[ There, look, he's not duplicitous! ]

[notbymyside]

[good job Mikami!]

And you had no powers before, correct?

[inordertobelieve]

None. As far as I know, magic in my world isn't real. Any rare occurrences that might be considered supernatural were divine in nature.

[ Because this... makes a difference? ]

[notbymyside]

That actually raises an interesting point: there might be magic in your world but you're just not aware of it. That is the case where I am from, people with special abilities are so rare that most people will go their entire lives without ever meeting one. Combine that with a code of secrecy, and most people never find out about special abilities.

[inordertobelieve]

[ Mikami goes quiet for a moment. Special abilities... magic, possibly to incur memory loss... There's a lot that would be explained by this, and he hates it. ]

... it's not a possibility I can exclude, even if I loathe the thought of a world unknown to me existing in even my very home universe.

[notbymyside]

Most people feel the same way.

[It's honestly what he's come to expect, so he won't hold it against Mikami.]

But regardless, this is an entirely different situation anyway. Here, we all have powers. We're on relatively equal footing.