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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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oh yikes, this sure is a horrible doll, isn't it. time to toss it aside, there it goes!!]
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What the -
[glancing at this long line of people.]
Which one of you dropped this?
[he's throwing it back in that direction. Never trust Suzaku]
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[ He got beaned in the face with a doll. It's fine.
He'll accept that this is his lot in life as he took it off his face with a sigh and stared at it.
...He'll just toss the thing. ]
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HEY! [ The hat + doll comboed obscured his vision, but he's shouting anyway. And also tossing the doll tossing overhead and not looking back. ]
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Contrary to other people, he looks like he’s actually having fun. The doll is still weird though.]
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...he was pretty sure there was a garbage can over there. Maybe he should keep his throwing arm in order. Let him... wait, actually, he feels the ole...]
JUDGMENT IS PASSED!!!!
[AH, A CRIT......]
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!
The doll connects! Erik stumbles and falls! What the heck was that? He plucks it and himself up off the ground, takes a look at the line, and... ] Seriously? We're playing with dolls now?
[ This isn't any sort of treasure he wants to keep, so he immediately chucks it in another direction. Fly free, Aizen! ]
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He stares at the doll itself without expression for a moment or two, then at the line(??) of people flatly. You get the sense that he's displeased with all of you.]
What's the meaning of this?