WEEK 3

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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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[bawcock]

Most likely.

[ Not like it'll be subtle, tbh. Anyway, anyway. ]

Hey. I'm not keeping you from your breakfast, am I? If you need to eat...

[reanbeans]

Oh, well. That's fine.

[ He'll look sheepish.

Rean couldn't believe he almost forgot to eat. That was kind of embarrassing...but he'll grab a plate for himself. ]

I don't mind getting wrapped up a little in conversation, since I figured I'd remember to grab something by the end of it, but thanks for the reminder.

[bawcock]

No problem. I figured you'd remember eventually, but I also figured it'd be cold by the time you finally got around to eating. This way, you can still enjoy it while it's warm.

[ A beat. Then, he awkwardly picks up a plate. ]

... mostly warm. [ Lukewarm at most. ]

[reanbeans]

...Haha, well, somewhat warm was better than it being cold.

[ Erik tried and that's what really mattered, so he could still say he appreciated the thoughtfulness.

Rean will be about to dig in, but... ]

Let me know how it tastes, alright?

[bawcock]

Sure, as long as you don't expect much from my review.

I've tried it all—hot or cold, burnt or frozen, even seasoned with dirt—but all I've gotten out of it is a terrible palate. [ It isn't, like, Zangetsu bad? Probably. But as long as it's mostly edible, he'll deal. These days, he might deal even if it isn't tbqh. ]

[reanbeans]

...I actually would've never guessed. But—wait, are you being serious about the 'seasoned with dirt' part?

[ Or was that tongue-in-cheek.

Either way, Rean supposed there was no way to tell of someone's palate just by talking to them... ]

[bawcock]

And here I thought my hood, dagger, and profile gave me away. Guess I need to try harder to act the part of a proper scoundrel.

[ 'cause only low-tier crooks and beggars eat that badly. Anyway, anyway, not gonna answer the question. ]

[reanbeans]

I think you act fine just as you are.

[ Rean looked a little concerned, because Erik didn't even attempt to play it off in regards to his question, so it's giving him some thoughts. ]

[bawcock]

[ Uh, wow? He wasn't expecting a random compliment here, he's kind of embarrassed?? Turning to his side and rubbing his head with his left hand. ] I've always thought so. But... sheesh, you don't hold back, do you?

I bet that habit of saying whatever pops into your head's gotten you into trouble on more than one occasion.

[reanbeans]

[ At that sort of reaction, Rean couldn't help but smile. ]

Haha, I just see no reason to keep myself from saying what's true. At least, not this time.

[ He'll at least look sheepish himself at those other words...but something about this felt welcomingly familiar. ]

...Maybe a little.