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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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He definitely doesn't show any signs of even considering it.]
The color... doesn't matter. I don't need your help getting dressed, Dazai Osamu.
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Maybe something blue.
[ To hide his smurfy interior that's leaking out. Pulling out this]
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This time he doesn't even bother to glance at the garment.]
As always, you show your unique brand of idiocy in the strangest moments. Dazai Osamu. Why are you here?
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I'm here for my own curiosity. [ Also hearing them discuss the whole locking him up in gay baby jail for a night... ] You know, it'll be quieter for you if you stay in your room for the night.
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Meanwhile his expression has flattened to a truly impressive degree. But hey, he's still here, so maybe that counts for something. Very maybe.]
Vulture. [it sounds like it's something he'd like to apply to more people but Dazai's getting the brunt of it, congrat] The housing unit is one of the noisiest places in the city.
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It won't be noisy tonight.
[ One could say it might be deathly quiet. ]
They won't feel the need to check up on you all night~ Or keep you company.
[ This time he'll find an eggplant colored thing to hold it up. Inspecting it while looking up at Ulqui's face ]
This will bring out your eyes.
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I imagine your standards for noisiness aren't to be trusted.
[Given his everything. Please. Also smh y'all a fast food is dead!! Even if it's backdated!! The next statement is apparently both for the cajoling and the trying to turn him into an eggplant--]
Just like your optimism.
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Hmm... this time, he'll find something muted to offer over. ]
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Sometimes he's quite the contrary not-so-winged mammal.]
I hadn't taken you for being as obsessed with clothing as the rest of them.
[Probably because his fashion statement is literally just mummification.]
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[ He'll leave the muted one near by because he actually did look at it. ]
Unless you prefer the ripped up and covered in his blood look?