WEEK 2

[umbralant]

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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[bawcock]

[ Wow. ]

I ended up seeing one up close. I didn't get too good a look, but those scales definitely look familiar. They're not too friendly, so I don't recommend getting as close as I did.

[twoasone]

[ Oh! Now he's kind of jealous! ]

So you did? Was there any semblance of humanity at all, or is there no trace of it? Could you coax it out into the light?

[bawcock]

Not one that I noticed. It was a pretty dark space, after all.

[ He tries to think back and hmm... Not really? ] Light was... I dunno if I'd say it reacted specifically to light. Though it wasn't too fond of being stabbed.

[psychophant]

...What happened, exactly?

[bawcock]

I definitely stabbed it, I know that much. I'm not sure if there was blood, it recoiled too fast for me to tell.

[ Tightening his crossed arms here. ] After that, Rembrandt showed up and pulled me away from it. He seemed kind of angry that I was "intruding."

His eyes did something strange too. For a second, it looked like they turned red.

[psychophant]

Where did you find this in the first place? It sounds as if you ended up somewhere Rembrandt wasn't expecting.

[bawcock]

The mail chute.

[psychophant]

The... The mail chute.

[you know what, fair.]

...What was that thing doing in the mail chute?

[THE MORE HE THINKS ABOUT THIS, THE LESS SENSE IT MAKES???]

[bawcock]

Protecting it, I think. Rembrandt said something about it and the employee areas beyond being "our territory." I don't know if he meant him and the Lady or him and ol' blue-eyes, but either way it can't be good.

[psychophant]

Their territory... Well, I suppose it isn't just an ordinary mail chute, then. I wonder what they're hiding... I doubt Rembrandt would be willing to discuss it, unfortunately.

[bawcock]

Wish I could tell you. After all that hassle, I couldn't even get it to the damn thing.

[psychophant]

I'm a bit surprised you survived an encounter with that thing, especially after stabbing it.

[bawcock]

You could say I got lucky. He pulled me out before much more could happen. [ So did Alfyn but he's not about to say he went in there twice!! ]

[psychophant]

[ERIK..............]

I would imagine that was intentional. The Lady would probably be furious if any of us were killed by one of those things.

[bawcock]

Yeah, that's more or less what he said.

[psychophant]

Did you learn anything else from that?

[bawcock]

[ Thinking it all over again. ]

Something else he said struck me as odd, yeah. I don't know what he meant by it yet, I think it's something I'll have to ask him about later.

[psychophant]

[Hmm...]

Well, do tell us if you're able to learn anything more from him.

[bawcock]

Sure, I have nothing to gain by hiding whatever it is anyway.

[reanbeans]

...You didn't get hurt, did you?

[ Like, he's not bleeding but he wanted to be sure. ]

[bawcock]

[ How do you know he's not bleeding!! What if he's been spurting blood this whole time and nobody noticed, huh!!

Okay, no, he hasn't. While there aren't any signs of blood on him, he is wearing bandages on his right hand. He's got his usual glove on over them and the way he's crossed his arms is obscuring most of his hand. ] Nah, or at least not badly enough to mention.

Anyway, it looks like this time around everyone's got something to contribute. If everyone keeps up, I'll start thinking this ragtag group of villains and curs might not bad so bad after all! And it's all thanks to you setting this meeting up.

[reanbeans]

...Alright.

[ He'll frown for a second, because he's always been a worrywart, and so he'll keep it in mind if he happened to see the other having problems later on...like limping or something. Even if the wound wasn't visible. ]

Haha, I think the real credit should go to everyone else—without them, I don't think I'd easily have a meeting of substance.