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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[Two tone-deaf people walk into a bar--

This is certainly one of Ulquiorra's earliest moments dealing with a bar of any kind, jazz or not, so perhaps it's good the bar was already low (and how many more bar puns can I fit into one tag before I'm barred from writing, read on to find out), because he doesn't look especially impressed with the place or its habitants or its accoutrements.

He steps in incidentally while Rideaux is busy rifling his way through the establishment, and just sort of wanders to peruse the sheet music. Alas, neither of them can read music nor know nor care what a Stradivarius is.]

I see you're still rooting about. [his tone suggests that it's not a compliment] Or are you simply here to seek the bottom of a bottle?

[ In this moment, Rideaux has a serious internal debate about whether he'd rather have Ulquiorra or Cumore here, and he comes to the conclusion that this is the lesser of two evils -- so to speak -- if only because Ulquiorra talks a lot less and is easier to ignore. ]

If I were here for the latter, I'd be drinking right now.

[ Which he is decidedly not doing. He doesn't even have a bottle opened. (Although, yes, he does plan to do that when he's done looking around, which he is perfectly entitled to do, so fuck off.) ]

I imagine you wouldn't recognize the concept of doing something useful if it took corporeal form and hit you in the face, though.

WEEK 3

jazz bar investigator investigation

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