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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[reanbeans]

Haha, maybe I should be grateful that you'd readily provide your assistance.

[ He'll smile a little. Even if he was joking a little, it was nice to have some light-hearted banter back. ]

[deadlygoals]

I'm something like an expert at drawing over people's pictures.

[ Is he really? Who even knows. ]

Did you take a look at them yet?

[reanbeans]

Well, yes. I did get a chance to look at the profiles earlier in the morning.

[ Like. Ass crack of dawn, even. ]

[deadlygoals]

It looks like we have all sorts here, huh? Did anything jump out at you?

[reanbeans]

We really do.

Well...there was a lot. Especially one profile that had 'destroying worlds' as a skill, which I don't think I can actually believe.

[deadlygoals]

[ He already knows who he's talking about just from that. ]

Oh him? He said it's a job. I don't think he's lying.

[reanbeans]

[ ... ]

I'll keep that in mind.

[ Rean can't help but have some doubts anyway. ]

[deadlygoals]

There's also someone who doesn't want anyone to know how old he is or that he has a daughter.

[ Someone save Seteth ]

[reanbeans]

...That would be Seteth, wouldn't it?

[ The green-haired man who seemed like a fairly reasonable person. ]

Well, I'm sure he has his reasons.

[deadlygoals]

He needs to relax a bit. No one would even blink if he didn't react.

[ His is hardly the strangest. ]

What about mine? Did you take a peek?

[reanbeans]

Probably not, but he's likely not used to that information being out there.

[ He wouldn't be surprised... ]

...Maybe, maybe not.

[ Rean smiled a little. He could tease too. ]

[deadlygoals]

Yeah, true.

[ It's still a little fun to poke at. ]

Oh~ So you might know my measurements. How embarrassing.