WEEK 3

[umbralant]

WEEK 3

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Another week, another set of bodies to add to the pile. Two lured in by The Lady's machinations, and another two done in by misfortune; six of your number are dead already. Who knows who it will be the next time? And for what reason? Nevertheless, there’s no choice but to keep pushing on in your own way; whether that means barricading yourself inside your room for the rest of your stay, leaving artwork of your fellow Survivors around the housing area, or eating all the raw meat in the vicinity… well, everyone deals with things differently.

Either way, you understand the drill by now, yes? Another portion of the city reveals itself as the fog retreats yet again, lampposts lighting the way to the new areas as usual. The full moon wanes to half this week too, so make the most of it.

[[Welcome to Week 3! Note that new areas have been added, and can be found under the Week 3 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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[reanbeans]

[ ...He. He tried. ]

That's fair, I suppose. I also should've expected one of them would want to start attending these meetings at some point.

[psychophant]

I'm certainly not surprised. Rembrandt likely enjoys our company, why wouldn't he want to meet with all of us?

[reanbeans]

...I suppose that makes sense.

[ Though he can't help but think Rem would enjoy their company for all the wrong reasons. ]

[dominioned]

While you're quite right, I wouldn't have intruded but for the fact that I was specifically invited.

[ He has manners ok. ]

[psychophant]

...Who invited you?

[deadlygoals]

[ Raises hand. ]

I did. He wanted to know how we were all getting along.

[psychophant]

[dazai. dazai please. why are you like this.]

...I see.

[HE DOES NOT SEE.]

[deadlygoals]

Oh yeah, I still have to show you those fossils. I'll grab them after the meeting to show you.

[ Let's talk later ]

[psychophant]

I am very curious to see them; I'd appreciate that.

[Sounds good!!]

[reanbeans]

[ ... ]

You couldn't have told me that?

[deadlygoals]

[ This is why Rean deserves better. There's a pause before he'll hold out a hand for one of those notebooks. ]

Hand me a notebook and pencil.

[reanbeans]

[ He'll look confused, especially since he's not sure what the other will do with it, but will do so. ]

[deadlygoals]

[ He'll stand beside Rean to write in the notebook, letting him see the words on the page. ]

Sorry.

[ Might be the only apology from Dazai in existence. Then he'll hand it back over to Rean. ]

Let's meet for dinner later.

[dominioned]

[ He's mostly concerned with the fruit tart and the other chatter, but this whole exchange hardly goes unnoticed. ]

Now, now, as the saying goes—care to share with the class? [ With a snap of his fingers, one of the flames from the candlelight jumps to the notebook burning the page. Might want to stop drop and roll the whole notebook though. At least the message was short so Rean probably saw it anyway! ]

[reanbeans]

[ Yeah it's fine he saw it. ]

...Nothing worth sharing, actually.

[ He'll put it out tho

He's still mad though not as if that makes it any better. ]

[deadlygoals]

[ Welp. Just dropping the notebook. How rude. There's a beat before he's all smiles again. ]

Just a lovers argument. Nothing to worry about.

[inordertobelieve]

You're a complete fool.

[ He's so tired. Of course the enemy on their side would conspire with the enemy not on their side. This sucks. ]

[dominioned]

[ Smiles and gestures over to Dazai with a gloved hand. ]

I was as surprised as you are.

[psychophant]

I'm certainly not complaining about your presence here, but it is a bit strange to have a discussion with you out in the open like this.

[dominioned]

That it is. I would say carry on as usual, but I imagine that would be difficult.

[ He reaches over and grabs a fruit tart, inspecting it closely. ]

All of that being said, whether I report my findings here to the Lady isn't set in stone.

[psychophant]

[Now that is interesting, isn't it.]

Oh? Wouldn't she be interested in this as well?

[...not that we're actually doing anything today, but.]

[dominioned]

She would. But that doesn't mean I have to tell her.

[ Holding the tart up to one of the candles lit in the room, his inspection continues. ]

[psychophant]

And I imagine you'll ask us a few questions to ensure your silence?

[It's a joke, unless Rembrandt takes it seriously and then it isn't a joke!!

...But uh...]

What are you looking for?

[reanbeans]

...Oh, really? Thank you for telling me that at least.

[ He'll just keep that mind, considering. ]

[dominioned]

Of course. Observing etiquette when the situation calls for it is very important to me.