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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[promittere]

[There's no saying there's going to be a repeat of last week, but given the prize offered by the Lady...he's not holding his breath. Instead, he's going to make his way to the milk bar, rifling through everything available there as he gets to work making something out of nothing. The ingredients aren't wholly familiar to him, but it's enough to make something that sort of resembles a familiar pastry. Pleased with himself, he heads back to the housing, pastries in tow.]

Would you like to try something?

[He's can also be found in the square or the art studio, though he doesn't seem quite inclined to actually make art. He's just keeping himself busy.]

housing

[baitless]

[...you know, maybe he should be more suspicious, but. whatever. he'll probably be fine.]

Certainly. I'm not completely fond of sweets, but there's no harm in indulging every once in a while.

Re: housing

[promittere]

[It’s fine, Ignis wouldn’t hurt a fly. Probably.

He offers a pastry to Seteth, head bobbing.]

I feel as if most of us deserve some sort of treat.

[baitless]

[unless that fly was named ardyn, probably

Seteth lets out a long suffering sigh and takes the pastry, then.]

We certainly do. It's certainly been a time of things...

[He'll finish talking before taking a bite, and...]

...ah, this is good.

[promittere]

[We don't need to talk about Ardyn.]

It has been.

[Ignis is visibly pleased, though he doesn't quite preen.]

I'm glad it's to your liking.

[baitless]

It’s the little things that help get you through situations like this, I think. A nice snack isn’t going to patch everything up, but it makes the difficulties a bit easier to bear.

housing

[pr159]

[ unsure... it looks pretty good, actually, but ]

What's in it?

[promittere]

Berries and sweet potato - though they’re a different variety than I’m used to.

[So if it’s bad it’s not his fault.]

[pr159]

[ well, okay, the sweet potato part sells it pretty well. ]

You already tried them yourself, right? So I would assume you'd know if the difference in ingredients had negatively affected anything.

[promittere]

It’s different, but not so different to be unpalatable.

[Shrug!]

And certainly not poisoned.

[pr159]

It is always extra convincing when someone says that.

[ but the fact that "not poisoned" kind of seemed to be an afterthought is probably good.

still. ]

Well. I'll take one for later, unless that's a problem for some reason.

[ LOOK THE WEEK IS ALMOST OVER SO HE JUST WANTS TO SEE SOMEONE ELSE EAT ONE WITHOUT DYING FIRST... ]

housing even though this hurts me

[galrarm]

Sure. If you're offering, how can I refuse?

[ He takes one and looks it over. ]

What is it?

:)

[promittere]

Easily, I’m sure.

[Try it, it’s delicious.]

It’s a traditional Tenebraen pastry made of ulwaat berries and sweet potato.

[galrarm]

[ try the pastry it's delicious

And as Shiro takes a bite, it really is. See that smile? It's probably the realest, downright happiest one he's given the whole time he's been here. ]

After trying that? I don't think I could ever turn down anything you make. It's delicious.

[promittere]

[wow that’s fuckin gay

There’s also the slightest bit of being flustered over a genuine compliment, but Ignis manages to retain his composure because he’s not useless.]

Perhaps some day I’ll be able to make you something better than a simple pastry, though our options are... Limited.

[galrarm]

I don't know--sometimes simple is the best. Besides, you made something pretty amazing with what we have.

[deadlygoals]

[ Just going to grab one and pop it in his mouth. ]

Oh yum! That's pretty good.

[ Yeah, not even questioning it. ]

[promittere]

[Bless your heart and hope that doesn’t kill you some day.]

Your compliments are appreciated- it’s not a recipe I’ve made much.

[deadlygoals]

[ It's because Ignis has a passion about cooking, so he figures that the last thing he would disgrace with murder. ]

Oh? What inspired you to make it today?

[promittere]

[Honestly, fair.]

I suppose you could say I’m feeling restless. I wouldn’t call myself a stress baker, but... Circumstances are what they are.

[deadlygoals]

It's the wait and the unknown, right? It's hard to sit still when you're used to fighting almost every day.

art studio

[raventhaw]

A chef and an artist. I'm impressed.

[ she can do neither, so!!! raven approaches him from the entrance but keeps her distance, opting to stand a few feet away from him with her hand on her hip. ]

[promittere]

It’s something to pass the time.

[It’s a much better use than thinking about, you know, everything else that’s going on.]

[raventhaw]

Dare I ask what you're drawing?

[promittere]

Nothing in particular, for now.

[He tilts the canvas at her - it's all abstract swirls and swooshes, and it's rather colorful.]