WEEK 1

[umbralant]

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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[umbralant]

[ In that case! When she gets to the second to last car and is digging around in the seat cushions she'll find... a zloty. It's not that exciting. But in her endeavor to reach the Zloty, she can see the underside of a wooden armrest that's uneven and a bit jagged. There's a few wood chippings on the floor.

It's a bit hard to tell from this distance what exactly is going on here, and way too dark unless she has a source of light with her. ]

[raventhaw]

[ either way, it seems like something happened here. she'll make note of that.

and yes! she does have a candle on her, so she's going to inspect this jagged armrest some more. ]

[umbralant]

[ Under close inspection and with a source of light, it's clear that the jaggedness isn't haphazard. The marks are long and deliberate, and spell out one word:

GLODNY

Even if the Survivors here hadn't been granted fluency in Polish, it's not an uncommon word thankfully. "HUNGRY". ]

[raventhaw]

[ THAT'S FINE. THAT'S ABSOLUTELY FINE.

raven squints at the wording and feels a chill run down her spine. this wasn't what she was expecting when she came here, but hey, at least it wasn't a fruitless search.

okay. she's going to check the armrests of the other seats nearby. what do those look like? ]

[umbralant]

[ Perfectly fine.

There's similar signs of jaggedness on this row of armrests, but none of them seem coherent in any way. The one closest to the window however, has particularly deep gashes in it and if she squints closely some dried blood. ]

[raventhaw]

[ welp. raven will remember this.

anything under the seats, on the windows, railings...? ]

[umbralant]

[ Nope. In fact you might say everything else is too clean, like the rest of the tram cars actually.

Hm. ]