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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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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.]
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[ 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?? ]
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???
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?
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[ 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. ]
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What a weird guy...
[ And then he picks up one of the pots and smashes it. Anything inside? ]
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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? ]
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But all right, that's it for this room. Time to go back and tell everyone about this. ]