antumbrac | WEEK 2

WEEK 2

The first week is over, and two of your number are gone. Everything related to the case has been cleaned up, with nary a knife left at the Main Square nor a trace of the mud shapes that once painted the clock tower walls, although some stray graffiti still dots some storefronts.

However you may feel about the entire debacle on Friday, there’s no doubt that something has changed about the atmosphere, although whether it’s something tangible or just a trick of the mind is hard to say. Maybe it’s nothing. Either way, there are more palpable changes to the city, with some of the fog retreating away from a few of the surrounding areas, uncovering new buildings and streets along the way. The night, however, remains unchanged as always save for the slow waxing of the moon, leaving it bright and full as early as Thursday night. Regardless of if you take it as an omen or not, at least that means the streets will be lit up fairly well for the week, provided some inconvenient cloud cover doesn’t slide right in.

[[Welcome to Week 2! Note that new areas have been added, and can be found under the Week 2 tab on our Locations page. Once again, 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 privately contact The Lady or Rembrandt.]]

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[ This may be a murdercity, but sometimes you need to take initiative for the possibility of ever escaping and thereafter becoming a rich Polish noble. The early bird gets the worm and the cash, but there's still the moldy sandwiches left. And they're... not even that bad, honestly?

About a week old give or take, there might even be some salvageable bits if rations run low. ]

[ Well, that's definitely interesting. Are they, like, peanut butter or something, or is this unrefrigerated meat here, though?

Old sandwiches aside, is there anything else to be found if he digs through all of these for personal items? Any IDs? Makeup? Drugs? ]

[ The sandwiches are an assortment of kanapki and zapiekanka—the ones with mayonnaise, ketchup, mushroom and cheese you probably don't want to touch but there are ones with cheese and pickles that are a whole lot less offensive. A couple of them are cold cuts too, which are also of questionable quality based on the meats (salami is probably much preferable to a fattier meat like bologna).

The rest of personal belongings yields the following: one tube of eyeliner, opened but not empty (is beauty worth risking an eye infection?), and a couple of tubes of chapstick. The belongings seem to mostly have belonged to men, so there's no veritable cache of makeup unfortunately, and there's not even a single tablet of aspirin. Reaching into the inside pocket of the bag to grab the eyeliner however does yield a different sort of texture than the rest of the bag—looks like something was sewn into the pocket. ]

[ ...Yikes at those sandwiches tbh.

He will take that eyeliner though, because look, you never know when you're going to really need a good cat eye. And let's see what that is we're feeling in the pocket. ]

[ Get your cat eye on! For player reference, the eyeliner is black the most versatile color of them all. Onward to the pocket, it appears to be a patch of some sort. It's impossible to yank out of the pocket considering it's sewn in, without tools at least. ]

[ Good because I was definitely going to ask. Black is exactly what he would have hoped for.

Also, he just so happens to have three knives in his pocket, so! If he can set aside whatever nasty-ass sandwich was in this bag and turn it inside out at all, he'll try to get a look at the patch that way. And if that doesn't work he'll take a knife and rip that sucker out of there. ]

[ Because it's pretty dark in here even if you're fumbling with candle light, ripping it out is the way to go. It's a cute heart patch with the initials KC. Hopefully whoever this belonged to didn't have a middle name that started with an F. ]

[ Ah yes, ripping out hearts, right up his alley.

Thanks for the eyeliner, KC. Since he is sadly lacking in knowledge of Earth's fried chicken chains, the thought about the middle initial does not occur to him, and he instead defaults to thinking "Kresnik Clan", even though he's sure there's no way that's what it stands for.

Anyway, he'll take it in case it somehow becomes relevant later.

Is there anything to be gained by looking further in any of these other lockers or is that it? ]

[ Nope, that's it! Enjoy your eyeliner and the knowledge of where to find food that will surely give people food poisoning, Rideaux. ]

[ Oh, he will.

Is there an employee restroom or anything back here? ]

[ There is, but there's nothing interesting to find except some fancy hand soap in the womens washroom. Considering the premium on toiletries here, it may also be a somewhat significant find. ]

[ Okay, good, because the smell of those sandwiches is kind of catching up with him, actually. Give him a few minutes.

He will totally take the soap afterward. ]

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mild emeto warning i guess??