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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[deadlygoals]

[ Indeed there is. Just pouring it into both glasses without a pause. Pushing a glass over towards Ango. ]

Let's toast.

[ Since who knows when they can do this again. ]

[notbymyside]

[Ango picks up his glass too, though he leaves the third sitting between them.]

What should we toast to?

[deadlygoals]

[ Looking at Odasaku's glass, as the corner of his mouth lifts up. There's something warm in his expression. ]

To the stray dogs.

[ Time to clink Oda's glass before raising it to Ango's. ]

[notbymyside]

...to the stray dogs.

[He'll do the same thing too and tap Odasaku's glass before holding his up to tap Dazai's.]

[deadlygoals]

[ Tapping Ango's and then taking a drink. ]

You know, I don't even like dogs.

[notbymyside]

[He takes a drink too.]

You did always seem like more of a cat person.

[deadlygoals]

[ The only cat he knows is Sensei and well...that's Sensei ]

Cats are better. I don't see myself ever owning any pets though.

[ He really shouldn't be in charge of anything living ]

[notbymyside]

...

[...]

Would it surprise you to know that you have a cat in your charge four years in the future? I wouldn't call it 'owning', but he does rely on you for a lot.

[deadlygoals]

[ There's a pause at that, his eyes widen. There's a feeling akin to what he felt when he saw the picture Ango received as motivation from the Lady. A cat relying on him that he's in charge of.

The expression is gone after a moment as he focuses on the drink in front of him. ]

How unfortunate for the cat.

[ His world is usually submerged in darkness. There's little flashes of warmth when he spends time with Odasaku and Ango- the Ango from his time. The Dazai in the photo was different from himself. That's another Osamu Dazai that this Ango is looking at. ]

[notbymyside]

The cat seems to like it. He's always following after you.

[It was cute, the handful of times Ango actually got to see it. But thinking about it now makes his chest tighten.]

[deadlygoals]

[ Watching him over the rim of his glass, before downing the rest of the amber liquid inside. ]

It sounds like you want a cat of your own.