antumbrac | WEEK 3

WEEK 3

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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[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.]

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. ]

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?

Indeed.

[ #not a joke tm. ]

Ah, I was wondering if it was poisoned or laced with a sedative. Far be it from me to assume that I would be invited to a meeting without some kind of ploy involved.

[ And then he just eats the tart, frowning slightly. ]

[........probably not a joke, but he'll leave that alone for now.]

I don't believe any of us would be stupid enough to try to poison you.

[YOU GUYS BETTER NOT PROVE HIM WRONG]

[ He's not saying anything either way because it's a little funny Rem suspects the tarts. ]

[ After he's done chewing because he's not Pizza and he has manners! ]

You can never be too certain. But it appears to be fine, if not lacking sugar and a pinch of salt. [ All smiles here. ]

[thank you, rembrandt!!]

As I said, I don't believe anyone here is stupid enough to attempt to poison you. So everything should be fine.

[...not that he's going to be eating, but you know. it's fine.]

I suppose it isn't strictly against the rules, though.

[ Nonchalantly, like he's chatting about the weather. ]

It's starting to sound like you want someone to poison you.

[ Get better hobbies. ]

It's happened before.

[ He's a masochist ok. ]

Seriously? You don't mean here, do you?

[ A petty one too, the worst kind!! ]

Not here, you certainly would have heard about it if that were the case.

... You do seem the type to broadcast that kinda thing.

[ So, fair. ]

But, huh. I knew you'd make a terrible priest, but I didn't know you were so bad someone would poison you over it. What did you even do?

[ He is yup. ]

Ah, this was before that time.

Huh. I didn't realize there was a "before." I guess I thought you were raised into it—or would it be born into it?

[ Same thing, probs? Shrug. ] As much as I wanna hear this story, I'll spare you and avoid asking. Some things are best left unsaid, anyway.

Best left unsaid and too long.

[ He smiles. ]

[ It sure always seems like Rembrandt's having a good time. He'll just say this one last thing and let that be that. Be free, Remmy! ]

Then it's a good thing I'm letting you off the hook. Anyhow, I think you have somewhere to be.

Edited (in your heart, you knew this was coming) 2020-01-24 17:54 (UTC)