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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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[ Perhaps another time. This man looks ready to run.
... He glances to the ceiling, listening to the pouring rain outside. ]
Do you think that storm will let up anytime soon?
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I certainly hope so. It would be nice if it would warm up as well, but I suspect it won't.
[he's going to be spending the whole game in these priest's robes, isn't he...]
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I doubt it... Though I really wish I knew what month it is right now.
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I suppose this world is running on its own calendar... I hadn't considered that before.
[...oh no, it's winter, isn't it...]
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... Neither have I. I simply assumed it was using the Georgian calendar like in my world, but...
[ If it was winter, there would be more snow... But now he's worried about randomly time traveling. ]
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Georgian calendar— No, never mind. I'm not going to get into a conversation about calendars and the differences in time between worlds.
[He's already struggling to deal with the idea of different worlds, he's not going this to himself!!]
Tell me about yourself instead. Shin, correct?
[He tips his head to indicate the profile.]
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Yes? What is it?
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[One-name wonders are obviously fine, he sure as hell doesn't have a last name, but yours is in quotes and that's suspicious.]
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That's a good question. I've been wondering the same thing myself.
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[or maybe there's a deeper meaning in it!!! who knows.]