WEEK 1

[umbralant]

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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[reanbeans]

...Probably to a locked door.

[ Because that sure is a key. He's eyeing the "2" though, hm. ]

Or a locked container.

[ Like a treasure box, etc. ]

[bawcock]

Could be, but I can't really tell from the shape.

Who knows? Maybe it's to a locker, or even a mailbox.

[ Post office seems too easy but also, maybe? ]

[reanbeans]

A mailbox? We do have a post office, so why don't we give it a try there?

[ Occam's razor. ]

MODS

[bawcock]

I suppose we could. Not like much is happening here anyway.

[ Seems kind of rude to leave the meeting even if it's to check something but, ok?? The meeting holder basically gave him permission to leave.

Gonna just slip out and away to check around the post office for someplace to use the key he found. Hopefully this time he won't break something. ]

[reanbeans]

[ Oops

It's his first group meeting here okay be gentle but also ganba Erik. ]

[bawcock]

[ cant be gentle, 2 busy leaving rean behind ]

[reanbeans]

[ Then all the ganbas!! ]

[bawcock]

[ ty ty ]

[umbralant]

[Well, there is a red postbox outside of the post office, first of all. Secondly, inside the post office there is a locked door behind the service counter. Are they just going to jam the key willy-nilly into anything remotely keyhole-shaped or what?]

[bawcock]

[ Jam makes it sound so indelicate!!

He can start with the red postbox because. It's red? That seems relevant. But if the key doesn't wanna turn or go in, he won't force it. ]

[umbralant]

[Wow maybe Erik's just mailing it in, you never know

Anyway, the key definitely doesn't fit the back of the postbox; the shape's pretty different so it won't go in even a little.]

[bawcock]

[ The red was a lie. ]

Well, that figures.

[ Okay, how about the locked door behind the service counter? Any more luck there? Also, does he need to actually investigate this place. ]

[umbralant]

[The key breaks-- okay no, that would probably make some people go postal tbh. But needless to say, the locked door behind the service counter stays locked and useless.

He can investigate the place if he wants, ain't nothing stopping him!! But if he's only looking for places to key, then that's it.]

[bawcock]

Damn. It's a dead-end after all.

[ But he's already here so... whatever?? Let's investigate the post office and hopefully break some actual pots this time!! If he looks around, what can his thieving eyes see and does any of it look valuable? ]

[umbralant]

[Well, it's safe to say that there are no pots in here, so Erik's vandalism streak will be broken unless he decides to break some other stuff. But honestly, it's mostly just a lot of pamphlets, envelopes and completely wrecked maps, but nothing really valuable unless he enjoys collecting a bunch of paper or is curious about the price of shipping to Wrocław on weekdays and holidays.]

[bawcock]

[ What is wrong with this world? Do they have no market for pottery or something? How is anyone supposed to find mini-medals like this, the absolute madmen!

But it sounds like there's nothing that'll catch his eye so it's probably time to get back to the meeting. Bye Post Office! ]

[umbralant]

[The postbox waves back-- okay no it doesn't. Until next time?!]

[bawcock]

[ Next time comes Real Fast because Seteth suggested checking the locked door in the opera house.

How bad a fit is it? ]

[umbralant]

[Wow yeah, that was pretty fast. Which locked door are we talking about, the one in the restaurant or the one in auditorium?]

[bawcock]

[ Let's start with the one in the auditorium and then when it inevitably doesn't work, assume Erik tried to open Every Door in this place to see if there was another locked one.

And then try the restaurant one. ]

[umbralant]

[Erik please. Perhaps it's mercy from whatever gods or goddesses rule this place, but he gets it right the first time and the door in the auditorium unlocks.

Congrats and welcome to the backstage, it's still dark as fuck so watch your step.]

[bawcock]

Would you look at that.

[ It opens!! Good job Seteth (not that he knows your name), you did it. It's... another dark room, but that's fine. He's managed once before in darkness and he can do it again.

Time to fumble around for a lightswitch or just, y'know, fumble around. ]

[umbralant]

[Oh my god, Erik, get a candle or something!! He might brush up against a light switch or whatever but even if he flicks it, nothing happens because there's no electricity anyways. If he continues fumbling forwards he'll probably hit like... something metal with a bunch soft fabric along it. It may also be on wheels, so don't tumble forwards or anything.]

[bawcock]

[ Candles are for people who don't sneak around in the dark!! If somebody wants to save him and bring a candle though, they are welcome to.

Until then, bumbling part 2! ] Guess they didn't expect someone to make their way here so soon.

Or at all. [ 'cause the switch doesn't work. Figures they wouldn't make it that easy!! But okay, soft fabric and metal. This is probably...

Actually, what is he feeling? A mannequin? A table?? Props?? A metal monstrosity that's going to bite him in two??? ]

[reanbeans]

[ Well, hope you like that there's suddenly candle light, because someone didn't want Erik bumbling around in the dark and alone considering what Ango experienced.

It's dangerous to go alone, take this, etc. ]

...Probably not.