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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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I've explained this to a few of you already, but my world's matter is comprised of elemental particles known as fonons. Fonons can be channeled as magic and used in fonic artes, or augmented into technology called fonic technology- or fontech.
I can confirm that the Lady is not from my world, as she herself is not familiar with fonons. She is not from this world, but she seems to be from one similar to it.
[He crosses his arms, tapping his fingers against them in an irritated manner. He hates when he doesn't turn up with as much as he had intended to.]
She claimed that the electricity in this town is...flawed. That it cannot be channeled even when by all cases it should. This I can unfortunately confirm, as I have attempted to repair several electrical devices to no avail. I intend to investigate the town further for a reason behind this disturbance.
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[ "Cannot be channeled"... Hm. He doesn't really have any ideas, but he's curious. ]
Let me know when you plan to carry out that investigation. I'd like to learn more about the way the power works here -- or is supposed to work -- myself.
[ He hasn't done enough exploring yet anyway. (Though to be fair, it was raining all day yesterday.) ]
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[He makes a vague gesture of "surprise, it was fucking nothing".]
But yes, I will make sure to ask you along when I am ready. [He doesn't mind Rideaux so far, so...] I believe we need to push further into the fog to really progress, though.
In the meantime, if anyone finds any interesting devices or something that might be related to electricity, allow me to take a look at it. As far as I am aware, I am the only engineer here? Barring our host, of course.