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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[tokihanate]

[ Earlier in the day, he's gone back to make more vicious comments via graffiti but later, he'll go to the milk bar and make himself at home. And maybe scrunge something to eat. Because he hasn't thought about food in a long time, but now that he was here. Why not.

Even later, he'll just be standing outside, maybe near the church? He's not paying attention to it, just standing at the moon in a melancholic mood.]

Milk Bar

[deadlygoals]

[ At the moment, he's dressed up as the phantom in the opera. Ornate tuxedo, cape, and half a mask. There's even a rubber sword at his side.

He's there to investigate what the kitchen has when he spots him. ]

I recommend the beat juice.

[tokihanate]

[ He swirls his cup of plain milk and smiles, ignoring the comment. ]

Are you out to steal something, phantom?

[deadlygoals]

I'm all out of Angels of Music, so I'm looking for some supplies instead.

[ Namely, he's snagging table clothes from the tables. ]

[tokihanate]

Right. [ He's pretty done questioning what people are talking about. ] What're you making?

[deadlygoals]

Bandages.

[ Pulling up his sleeve to show he is wrapped up from his wrists and beyond. ]

And something to help disperse light better.

[tokihanate]

[ He tilts his head. Bandages would've been nice awhile ago. He doesn't get up to help at all though. ]

A mummy cosplaying a phantom, huh?

[deadlygoals]

You got it. It looks classy, right?

[ He'll give a little turn for him. Then he'll just pile up the table cloths on to one table. ]

[tokihanate]

That's.. a word for it. [ But he's used up all his snark for earlier coming up with insulting things to write under chairs and back of buildings and etc. ]

[deadlygoals]

There's a bunch like it in the opera house. I could grab something like it for you.

[ Moving behind the counter and towards the kitchen to peek around there. He'll come out with...

a metal colander on his head. ]

This will do.

[tokihanate]

I can pick out my own costumes when I need them, thank you.

[ ..... ]

I'm not completely certain, but are you just trying to get a reaction out of me?

[deadlygoals]

Hmm? Why would I do that?

[ Now he's behind the counter again to grab some glasses. ]

[tokihanate]

Because what you're doing doesn't make much sense. [ And he knows a bit about trolling people. ]

[deadlygoals]

I can't hold all the supplies in my arms.

[ He'll place the glasses in the middle of the clothes to start wrapping them up. Still wearing the colander. ]

[tokihanate]

Well. I'm sure you've got it handled, whatever it is you're making. [ Smiles super unhelpfully. ] Just carry it separately.

[deadlygoals]

Knowing my luck someone would take it.

[ And the glass is safely wrapped. He'll finish folding the remainder of the table clothes. ]

You'll just have to find out later~

[tokihanate]

Just leave your name on it. [ He slides over some paper and a pen from this morning's excursion. ]

I'm not sure I want to know, really. Feels like a hassle to me.

[deadlygoals]

Oh, I could do that.

[ Taking the pin and writing...

Sakaguchi Ango ]

[tokihanate]

[ He peeks, because of course he's gonna. And smiles. Well, well. ]

I'm sure it'll be very safe.

this was buried under trial

[deadlygoals]

I'm sure I'm sure. I'll be back later for it.

[ He doesn't move the thing off his head, but does gather what he can carry of the table clothes and glass. ]

[tokihanate]

[ You're tempting him to put his leg out and trip you, but he'll be good. ]

Or you can make your friend come get it for you. Whichever.

[deadlygoals]

[ Why be good when you can go- oh wait. ]

I'm sure he's busy being a nerd.

[tokihanate]

[ Because for some reason, he instinctively thinks he should avoid you. Something about the other that he feels off. Or something similar to himself? Something. ]

Hm. Nerds have to have fun sometimes too.

[deadlygoals]

[ Definitely something. ]

That's why he keeps me around.

[tokihanate]

I bet you're the life of the party.

[ It feels like a battle of the fake ^_^ around here. ]