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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Comments

[psychophant]

[reasons why he is so glad he never had to deal with siblings.........]

And yet you keep doing it...? How cruel.

[drydrown]

That is what younger siblings are for, if I'm not mistaken.

[psychophant]

I'll take your word for it.

[drydrown]

That doesn't surprise me, actually.

[psychophant]

Oh? I hadn't expected it to be that obvious.

[drydrown]

Slightly, but I won't hold it against you.

[psychophant]

Consider it appreciated, I suppose.

[drydrown]

You should appreciate it! I'm hardly this kind to everyone.

[psychophant]

I'm honored to be treated so kindly, then!

[He'll even bow, just to prove it!!]

[drydrown]

[You're an asshole. It gets him to laugh, anyway.]

See, this is why I like you.

[psychophant]

I'm pleased to see we share the same sense of humor. It's quite a refreshing change of pace.

[drydrown]

It is, isn't it. Though I suppose some around here are more tolerable than others.

[psychophant]

That's very true. I'm surprised there are so many who are actually halfway pleasant to be around.

[drydrown]

I wouldn't say there are that many of them.

[...cumore has it ever occurred to you that you're just unpleasant]

[psychophant]

So which ones do you consider acceptable?

[drydrown]

I can't imagine that matters.

[...Yep.]

[psychophant]

[gods, cumore, you're such a pain]

I was merely curious, but you're right, it doesn't.

[drydrown]

I didn't think so.

[...look he's kind of bad at getting along with people]

Any luck, clothing-wise?

[psychophant]

I've found a few things I may be able to work with.

[Mostly stuff he can wear under his stupid outfit so he doesn't freeze to death, from the look of it, but there are a few extra things in there that I will figure out when it isn't 1:30 in the morning.]

Your help has certainly been appreciated.

[even though we spent the majority of the time not actually doing anything halfway useful, it's fine!!]

[drydrown]

...I've appreciated the company.

[It's been nice, okay.]

not here

[puperoni]

:D