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WEEK 4
WEEK 4
Last week could probably only be summed up as a mess. Three people died, one was turned to currency and the hotel pool remains in a general state of unusability unless swimming in pulpy mush is someone’s idea of a good time. And that’s not even counting the haunted morse code T-Rex. At least the greenhouse is as relaxing as ever, even if someone seems to have made off with a number of succulents and cacti.
But with the new week comes a new set of locations to explore as the fog retreats to reveal another portion of the city. The half moon wanes to a new moon this week, leaving streets even dimmer this week -- hopefully you have some other portable sources of light available if you plan on straying too far beyond the reach of the lampposts in the new areas.
[[Welcome to Week 4! Note that new areas have been added, and can be found under the Week 4 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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So here's Wonderwall, staring holes through the pages like he's here to just memorize everything, flatly and without reserve -- he probably is -- and in the meantime anyone coming up including present company is barely getting the time of day.]
This seems even more pointless than the rest of the gatherings. Save for the one where Rembrandt Meijer attended.
[He didn't even bother to walk into that meeting in the first place.]
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He felt his mood instantly sour, and it took an herculean effort for his expression not to be as immediately dour to match. ]
This gathering is hardly pointless. I think most people here really needed something like this after learning what we did last trial.
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Given that he's normally surrounded by colleagues wearing some degree of displeased to maniacal to downright murderous, a little frown is kind of like a spring breeze. That is to say, Ulquiorra looks right past it when he deigns to give Rean and his bad mood a glance.]
That the woman is experimenting on us, using our beings for her own ends, and has changed and will mutilate fundamental aspects of what we are?
[It's ask-stated so flatly you could probably balance the Leaning Tower of
PizzaPisa on it.]It's hardly new knowledge. Certainly nothing to make such a fuss about.