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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[bawcock]

A demon, huh? It's as good a theory as any, I guess. [ He has no better ideas so hey, why not. ]

I bet if someone asks him about it up front, he'll answer. Why not give it a try?

[moonfang]

I called him that the other day when I talked ta him, but he just kind of laughed. I'm angry at him, you go ask!

[bawcock]

Hey, I'm not exactly on good terms with him right now either. Last time he—

[ Know what, nevermind. Sighing hard and then shrugging. ] Nevermind, it doesn't matter anyway. I'll ask him, but I don't expect him to answer too many more of my questions.

[moonfang]

Oi, no. No "nevermind". What were ya gonna say?

[bawcock]

Does it really matter?

[moonfang]

Yeaaaah. You got me all curious, now! Spill it!

[bawcock]

You need to work on your persuasion skills, friend.

[ And yet. He shrugs again and starts to talk. ] Fine, I'll tell you. If only to get you off my back.

Last time we spoke, he wasn't too thrilled with me. He had to drag me out of a mail chute and spent the next few minutes sitting around watching me to make sure I didn't go back in.

[moonfang]

[well he does do a good job of literally breathing down Erik's neck...]

A mail chute? What the hell was so important about something like that?

[bawcock]

Search me. For whatever reason though, he wasn't too keen on letting me back in.

[ Probs because of the whole "that thing'll probs kill you and that's a hassle" thing. ]

[moonfang]

Weird...

[bawcock]

In case you haven't noticed, he's a pretty weird guy.