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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[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.

[umbralant]

[Hurray, light! Now I don't have to awkwardly describe items in a vague and obtuse manner.

Anyway, as it turns out, Erik is groping at one end of a clothing rack. It's not just any clothing though, most of this stuff is pretty elaborate and well-made, obviously meant more for theatrical performances and the like rather than dime-a-dozen t-shirts. They will probably not bite Erik in two.

Also it's a dinky candle so this is all you guys can really see right now, but there's definitely more space in the back.]

[bawcock]

[ Boo, no more vague and obtuse descriptions with wildly inaccurate guesses! And 1 specific player writing lightswitches when thinking about gas lamps with a valve.

When Rean comes near, he blinks in surprise before giving him a small smile. ] Thanks, but are you sure you should be here?

[ You had a meeting and this is kind of like, not important?? Also, wow these are nice clothes. He's just gonna stay here and Rean can handle other things by candlelight. ]

[reanbeans]

It's alright, I'll be back in a moment.

[ He's sure everyone can keep it together without going nuts for five minutes. He'll head over to the space that's not lit up to see if there's something that could be revealed by illuminating the area. ]

[umbralant]

[Well, beyond more racks of clothes placed along the walls, there are some of the larger props set about on the ground, including some statues of random deities, fake trees and set pieces designed to emulate parts of buildings like columns and such. Oh yeah, there are also some pots lying around.

Besides that, there are a couple of tables with other props like a treasure chest, fake weapons (including swords! but no tachi), a giant ass wedding cake and other fake food. Needless to say, there's a good amount of miscellaneous shit about.]

[reanbeans]

It doesn't look like there's anything that sticks out here, so I think I'll be heading back now.

[ Alas no tachi!!

He'll just also take some clothes with him too - he needed more than priestly garb, and maybe he'll find something he liked. If he didn't, he'll give it to like, someone else?? ]

[bawcock]

[ ...???

???

Nothing sticks out? What is he, blind? Erik emerges from his spot in the darkness to stand next to Rean. Sure enough, now that he's closer to the light there are certainly some things that stick out here. ] Are you sure you wanna head back so soon?

[reanbeans]

I'm sure. But, if you want to look around, you can take this.

[ He'll hand the candle off if the other wants to take it, if not, he'll just go.

There's no threat either so, he's sure Erik will be fine. Bye. ]

[bawcock]

[ He takes it and watches Rean go off. ]

What a weird guy...

[ And then he picks up one of the pots and smashes it. Anything inside? ]

[umbralant]

[Erik what did that pot do to you. But what pops out of the pot is... a small rubber fish. Yeah. No mini medals for you, sadly!]

[bawcock]

[ Look, it always works for the Luminary!! He's just following in his buddy's footsteps.

With... less impressive results. ] A rubber fish? Don't think I ever saw him pick up one of those.

I must've done something wrong. [ Yes, that's totally what it was. But since he's done with the pots (probably), he'll give the room one last look around before calling it. Anything in any dark corners? ]

[umbralant]

[That is a perfectly okay rubber fish. But he can leave it with all the other smaller props on that table if he doesn't want it. Maybe someone will think it's treasure. Otherwise, there aren't any weird monsters or shiny things in dark corners!]

[bawcock]

[ It ain't glittery so it ain't treasure!!

But all right, that's it for this room. Time to go back and tell everyone about this. ]