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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[p_q]

[Well, he didn't rat you out (not that he would bother even if he were on better terms with the management; it's much more useful to let these sorts experiment with themselves), and he didn't close or mess with the mail chute, so honestly. That counts as helping. Be grateful.

And honestly he doesn't have much interest in the literature in the first place, please also see: his entirely uninspired reaction to the art studio. Too bad.]

Did you think you were being discreet?

[bawcock]

[ Oh wow, that changes everything! How blessed is he. He's very (not) grateful for your (not) help, Ulquiorra! ]

Well... no, not exactly. But I didn't hear that many people walk right by me either.

[p_q]

[Since he has no interest in whatever expressions are crossing Erik's face, Ulquiorra is totally taking this hypothetical gratitude at face-value. That is to say, absolutely nothing has changed other than his judgment continuing to make itself felt. How's the ol' blue-eyes wrangling? Any visible markings from the escapade?]

Hm. I'll wager you were paying more attention to whatever it was you were digging for, and much less attention to what was behind you.

[Great way to get ambushed, sure, which is another reason he should be grateful?? Obviously.]

[bawcock]

[ Ulquiorra, learn to care about reading people better!! Let these hypotheticals open your mind to the power of Friendship. And the ol' blue-eyes wrangling sure did happen.

Erik's got a bandage on his right hand (and he's wearing his glove over it), which is clenched into an awkward fist. Looks like he's trying to shield that side of himself from view, but there's no natural way to do it completely. The best he can manage is half-facing Ulquiorra and half-not. ]

You'd wager right. Can't say I enjoy being snuck up on, but it isn't like you did anything wrong. And I don't expect everyone around here to announce themselves.