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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.]]

art studio / portraits
Ulquiorra has no real use for a place like this; Hollows can build, and Hollows can even create, but most of what they need comes from their being already. The need to create for the sake of creation -- is much more a type of madness, or something much more human.
Unnecessary.
That's the critical eye with which he encounters the portraits of the deceased, a lingering, unimpressed stare before he dismisses them.]
Is that your preferred subject?
no subject
[ He glances over for a moment. ] No, actually. My best work is functional as well as beautiful.
[ He doesn't have carpentry listed as one of his skills for nothing. ]
I'm simply working with what we have to spite our captors.
no subject
[Handiwork indeed -- they all know that their hosts are ultimately responsible for throwing them under several buses and gleefully eliminating them, so Ulquiorra is just sort of glancing between art and artist with sort of like. Are we really doing this. We are, huh.
He remembers the profiles and their details, but if you ain't a creator of giant furniture it probably doesn't matter. He pauses for a moment to let everything sink in.]
I wonder what you think of as your best work, then.