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WEEK 5

Was what happened on Friday yet another tragedy in a string of them or just a complete shitshow? Well, regardless of which line of thought you subscribe to, the reality of it is that another three of your number are no longer in this realm with you. At least the remains of what had happened last week have been neatly cleaned up as always, even if that might not change what’s been etched in your memories. The drum set in the jazz bar remains busted though, because the masterminds aren't that generous. At least the tarot shop and boutique remain fine even if the vanished crystals and women's clothing aren't going to be restocked.

But either way, it’s a new week, and that means new locations to explore as the fog gives way to more of the city and its lamplit streets. The new moon waxes to half this week, appearing as a crescent moon for most of the week. It's far from optimistic, but maybe the brightening is a sign that this will be over soon...? Or maybe it just means the worst is yet to come, it's hard to say.

[[Welcome to Week 5! Note that new areas have been added, and can be found under the Week 5 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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[ One more push to success, the Lady had said. One more? Is this really the last...? That seems a little hard to believe, Mikami doesn't want to be so optimistic. But it is greatly motivating. If things are going to come to an end one way or another, they'll have to hurry up if they want to gain the upper hand.

After the motive, Mikami doesn't show again for an hour or two, but you'll eventually find him making lunch in the clergy housing kitchen. Lunch is heated canned food, because of course it is. Mikami can be found staring at the cans (or more squinting at them through candlelight) and sighing deeply. ]

What I wouldn't give to have access to a proper supermarket again...

[ He's thoroughly tired of Krawkow.

Later, in the early afternoon, Mikami can be found at the auto shop. He's ignoring the big projects and mostly digging through the small metal parts, weighing them between his fingers thoughtfully.

He's in the gym earlier than usual today, at around 6pm. Someone seems to be intending to attend the party? Huh. What's also odd is that he's not solely focusing on weightlifting and instead hitting a punching back with some concentration - which does not make up for his bad form, he is clearly no martial artist. ]

[ Peeking over at the cans. ]

Have you tried looking at what they have in the Opera House Kitchen?

[ You know, where they have fresh stuff. ]

Tried, yes. But that place has stopped feeling very appetizing and hygienic lately.

[ You know, with all the dead and the dying. At least this kitchen was only used to eat rats. Which is bad enough. God. ]

And you don't trust the Milk Bar?

[ Since you know...there's good soup there and no one has died. ]

.....

[ This is the body language of a man who has been caught. ]

I forgot about the Milk Bar.

[ He's gotten so caught up in his canned veggie habit... ]

[ Dazai isn't going to hold it against him, but he will slowly push the cans away from from Mikami. ]

Then let's go over there instead. The soup is pretty good!

[ He's just watching this can removable with a skeptical glance! That's his miserable cans of scheduled life! ]

Why are you making such an effort to treat me amiably? I've never done the same for you.

[ The can is canned. ]

Might as well considering the limited time we have left here.

[ It's either they both gonna die or both go back to their own worlds. ]

Come on.

[ raven enters the auto shop for no reason other than to see what's inside. gotta know your surroundings and what they hold for when the next murder inevitably happens, right?

she sees mikami digging through some parts. she's content to let him do what he wants in silence, but he seems to be in thought about something. she glances over. ]

Have you found something interesting?

I wish I had.

[ And that's just the constant mood in this horrible midnight town, but that's another matter entirely. ]

No, I'm thinking about whether or not it'd be possible to melt some of this down to create our own ammunition.

That's right. You'd mentioned firearms to me last week.

[ making one's own ammunition isn't unheard of, but she can't say she's ever done it herself. ]

Is this a sign that you haven't given up?

Yes, certainly. What comes after this place is its own question, but for as long as we are here, I fully intend to survive and see to it that the Lady is stopped one way or another.

[ And at this point if the 'another' involves many many bullets? That'd be fine too, like... it just would need to work. ]

Good. I'll admit, I wasn't sure after your admission at the previous trial.

[ how sad is that, to have nothing to return to? nothing to go back home to? ]

Normally I wouldn't say this, but we really do need as large of an arsenal as we can get. The more people left standing at the end of this the better.

My personal circumstances are fairly irrelevant to the threat we're facing here. I may have said and meant that I don't have anything left in my world, but that doesn't mean that I feel any less duty-bound here.

It's those convictions all of you keep harping on.

I've kept my mouth shut about those for quite a while, now. There's no point in provocation when we already have a bunch of self-sacrificial idiots stepping up to the plate to take these hints.

[ she says it with bitterness, a bit of resentment. it's clear she's not happy about it for one reason or another. ]

As long as your convictions are continuing to make you stay relevant and helpful, I couldn't care less about what they are anymore.

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