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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[pr159]

With knives.

[contrabandit]

How else?

[pr159]

[ just kind of rolls his eyes as he turns away to go pick up his own knife... ]

Outside of the kitchen, I think the two are often seen as mutually exclusive, actually.

[contrabandit]

You think, but are you sure? It's not so black and white as finding a picture of a knife under the definition of violence! Also: where would that leave box cutters? That's a type of knife, too. Stop being prejudice against box cutters.

[ he throws another knife in the opposite direction, deliberately away from knife-throwing crazy dudes. ]

There's no need for violence anywhere! In any world!

[pr159]

Truly spoken like someone grown-up enough to be trusted with sharp objects.

[contrabandit]

Thank you! Validation from a guy who doesn't know how to dye his hair properly is what I was looking for.

[pr159]

Honestly, that kind of insult from someone who looks like you is probably a compliment.

[ glancing back to the Discount Knife Bin ]

Well. If you're that intent on keeping this up, then I'll look forward to hearing what happens when you actually hit someone with one of those.

[ doctor of the year right here ]

[contrabandit]

Hey, I'm not going to hit anyone. Why would anyone stay near a guy throwing knives? It would be common sense to run. [ a pause. ] And I would run from you, but I picked this spot for strategic reasons.

[pr159]

And your strategy was what, exactly?