WEEK 4

[umbralant]

WEEK 4

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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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[pr159]

[ In contrast to Mikami, Rideaux is always down for a party as long as there's alcohol involved... though honestly, his own memories of some of the post-mission parties the agents used to have together when they were younger are all tinged with some bitterness now too. There's a distinct line in those memories between when Julius was there and when he wasn't, and he hates both sides of that dividing line for different reasons.

But Julius isn't here either, so fuck thinking about him.

That aside, he's here in a new black pinstripe suit with a dress shirt in a slightly darker shade of lime green than his usual, with his hair looking absolutely terrific. And he is calmly but forcefully making his way to those potato croquettes to make sure he gets a few on his plate before anyone else can get to them and take them all.

He's also going to be peering over the shoulder of anyone writing down personal facts, hoping to come across at least something juicy. ]

[reanbeans]

[ Dear Aidios, Rideaux sure was going to town on those potato croquettes!

Well, Rean had helped with making those, so he was happy to see someone so excited about them. ]

Haha, you must really like those, don't you?

[ Rean had just finished writing some thing about Olivert too, but also he wrote a little about his hometown he came from. If Rideaux took a glance at that, he'd notice it said that it was a place called 'Ymir' and it was in a snowy and mountainous region. ]

[pr159]

[ Wow he's not eating THAT many, he just wanted to make sure he got some before they ran out??? Now he's just feeling weirdly defensive. ]

They've always been a favorite, yes.

[ They're warm and filling, which were his two main criteria for a long time, so.

Also, sorry, he's not here to read about snowy mountain villages. What's the part about Olivert say? ]

[reanbeans]

I'm glad. I made those, so I'm happy to know someone enjoys them.

[ Rean was really just happy someone was eating them...

It talks about Olivert being one of the two Princes of Erebonia, and that he helped with the establishment of Class VII. Also that he helped with fronting the construction of the Courageous, and that he was played an important role in bringing Erebonia together during the civil war.

Also, that he was a good friend. ]

[pr159]

Oh? Well, you didn't do a bad job.

[ Please keep making these instead of tomato stuff. ]

If you're taking recommendations for what to serve at the next meeting, these have my vote.

[ Okay, sorry, that's not that interesting either!!! He'll stop looking over his shoulder then. Sigh. ]

[reanbeans]

Thank you.

[ But tomatoes... :( ]

...Oh really? Then I'll definitely bring them to the next meeting.

[ Rean really had no idea what to write on there whoops. ]

?

[umbralant]

[ Whenever Rideaux leaves the party and heads back to clergy housing (or wherever his destination is), he'll get the distinct feeling he's being watched. Unpleasant, but even more so when there's no one behind him, at least until he looks down at the ground.

Following him in a not so discrete matter is a very small shadow blob with blue eyes. ]

[pr159]

[ Hm. Don't love that.

Does it stop when he stops? ]

[umbralant]

[ Yes, but it doesn't say statically in place, trying to duck behind whatever is available: side walk curbs, fire hydrants, etc. ]

[pr159]

[ What the fuck... ]

I do know you're there, you know.

[ Do these things even still understand words, what is he doing ]

[umbralant]

[ The blob starts to inch closer. ]

[pr159]

[ Looking around to make sure no else is within earshot because he feels like a fucking idiot talking to this thing. ]

Can I help you?

[ HE DOESN'T KNOW IF IT'S CAPABLE OF MOVING FASTER THAN THIS, so it seems prudent to be non-threatening right now, and also to maybe get ready to take that leftover croquette out of his pocket to throw at it, but like.

It's small enough that he can probably crush it under his heel if needed, right. ]

[umbralant]

[ The size of this blob is indeed heel crushing size, so it isn't very threatening on it's own. As before the blob doesn't answer, but it does start to pick up speed from a crawl to something resembling a glide. ]

[pr159]

[ ...

Takes out croquette and breaks it in half. ]

[umbralant]

[ Jaws theme plays. The blob is now almost within striking distance... ]

[pr159]

[ Welp. Throws half-croquette toward it. But like, slightly over somewhere not directly in front of him. ]

[umbralant]

[ It completely ignores the croquette, quivers and then leaps right at Rideaux. ]

[pr159]

[ Sidesteps it, hopefully????

But also EXCUSE ME AREN'T YOU SHADOW ASSHOLES SUPPOSED TO BE HUNGRY??? he just wasted half a croquette for nothing are you kidding him ]

[umbralant]

[ Maybe it doesn't like croquettes, gosh. The blob just misses, but is quickly rallying for strike #2. ]

[pr159]

[ who doesn't like croquettes

but ok pal try that again he will kick you like you're an eight year old girl into next week ]

[umbralant]

[ Blobs, obviously.

And hell yeah it's trying again! The kick connects, the blob goes flying and then disintegrates midair in a small burst of shadow. An object falls to the floor where mr./mrs does not like croquettes was. ]

[pr159]

[ ......................Well, that was weird.

Let's see what landed here. ]

[umbralant]

[ Congratulations Rideaux, you've acquired a pair of sunglasses that look awfully familiar. Maybe they're worth 1/2 of a croquette? ]

1/2

[pr159]

[ what the fuck ]

[pr159]

[ ...



well ok ]