antumbrac | 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.

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What we survived was something different. Some commonality between us all.

Just looking at us, it's hard to spot any.

[ For one, half the people here are medieval. Also a lot of them seem unlawful. There's really nothing Mikami associates himself with. ]

Potentially it was experiments performed after we were already taken as part of a larger sample body of people.

I hate to say it, but it does seem likely. [ Thinking it over for a minute and then,s shuddering. ]

Ugh, gives me the heebie-jeebies just thinking about it! Really don't wanna imagine being on the receiving end of some crazed mystery experiment.

What the heck are these goons even after? Why go this far? [ He doesn't expect a real answer here given they, uh, kinda don't really know but hey. ]

Once we figure that out we might have a degree of leverage. I absolutely loathe the idea of negotiating with scum like them, however.

[ He'd do it... or try to do it... in the name of survival of the decent people in the group, but ugh. It grosses him out to imagine. ]

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