WEEK 2

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WEEK 2

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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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[inordertobelieve]

[ Mikami can't quite believe he's showing up here. He never wanted his life to come to this. He's never even been a vain man at all. But he does have medium length hair that is not feeling at all like it should and the difference is making him antsy. Any difference makes him antsy. At least his body should feel like his.

So, knocking on Cumore's door it is. Cumore, of all people. Mikami does not want to think about this for too long or he'll lose respect for himself and that's already an iffy affair lately. ]

Mr. Cumore. What are your price rates, out of interest.

[drydrown]

[Oh, he sort of loves this already. Hi, Mikami, he's pleased to see you and that's never a good sign.]

For you? Three questions. Each to be asked at any time I want, to be answered as truthfully as possible. In exchange I promise you that your hair won't continue to be hideous for the rest of our time here. Or until one of us dies, whichever happens first.

[inordertobelieve]

[ This is painful. Is it more or less painful than his horridly non-smooth hair? The thought of cutting it had briefly occurred to Mikami and then immediately gotten tossed out. He's had this haircut since he was 7. A new one would drive him insane.

So, is his truth worth this? Well, he doesn't remember a lot of the most questionable of his life, so that's... arguably safe, even from his own code of honor.

Mikami takes a deep breath. ]

That's fine. My honesty is guaranteed to you.

[drydrown]

[Oh, good, this is in no way going to be a shitshow later.]

Perfect. Are there any scents you prefer, or am I going to have to guess?

[inordertobelieve]

Please do not guess. Scent-free is perfectly fine by me, but if it has to be perfumed then make it unobtrusive.

[ Yeah, he's... boring. Not sure what you expected. ]

[drydrown]

I suppose I should have expected precisely that, but hope springs eternal. It wouldn't be anywhere near what I usually do for myself, anyhow - I imagined that wouldn't be appreciated.

[...He likes his florals because that is what everyone should be expecting from him at this point, let's be honest with ourselves.]