antumbrac | 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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[ It's knife to see you again, Elliot.

The knife goes flying past him, nicking him in the cheek. ]

You should try aiming lower.

[ Your favorite fail thief is here ]

[ uh, who?? he never saw your face -- a-ahHHH WHY.

he immediately drops his next knife and starts speaking very quickly. he's definitely panicking. panicking, he is. muchly!!! ]

Oh my GOD, what are you doing?! Are you okay? Are you dying - pleasedon'tdie.

[ rushing over to try and slap a hand on this FOOL OF FOOL'S face, right over the wound. ]

[ For a moment, there was a lack of light in his eye. At the panic and the slap however, he'll start laughing. It looks like it hit the bottom edge of the bandages covering his right eye, which probably took most of the damage. ]

It's fine. I'm not dying. It's just a scratch, see?

[ He pushes the bandages up a tiny bit. It's just a tiny scratch. ]

[ shrilly: ] You're not a health expert! Unless you are - I didn't read any of the profiles because, honestly, why?

[ he pats the scratch couple more times. ]

I will give you all of my extra sheets if you promise not to die. [ that was a lie. ] Okay, I will give you one of my extra sheets.

[ plz understand he can't be parted with them all. he'll die of a chill. ]

[ OMG HES A SOFT. Still a brat, but actually soft. This is strange for Dazai. ]

I'm not going to die from this. It didn't hit anything vital, see?

[ It's just his cheek. He does look pale though, but it's probably normal. ]

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