WEEK 6

[umbralant]

WEEK 6

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Five weeks. It's been five weeks, and twenty-seven has now dwindled down to eleven. And while only two passed this week, this trial may have been the most devastating in its own way, as threads of patience frayed and fragments of trust fractured. Nevertheless, if The Lady is to be believed, that may very well have been the final set of sacrifices that she was waiting for, so perhaps the end is in sight.

Of course, the fact that everyone is still stuck in Krakow means that it's not over yet, and who even knows what's happening over in the Twilight?

And so, some more changes are in store for this week, even if it may not be the same ones that you've gotten used to. For one thing, the fog stays put and no new areas of the city are revealed under the light of the lampposts. Secondly, The Lady is nowhere to be found in the city, with her bookstore office vacated and abandoned with nary a trace as to where she went. And third, the clock tower will no longer operate, which-- well. Actually that's not new at all, but it certainly may make it difficult to keep up with the facade of passing days. At least the moon still serves as a reminder of that, gibbous phase waxing into something fuller over the course of the week even if the color looks a bit off.

It may not be a fresh new start, but it's not time to give up yet, is it? After all, you are all Survivors.

[[Welcome to Week 6! Note that there are no new locations this week, but feel free to make top levels at your discretion, and remember to note it in your header if you plan on investigating any locations. As alluded above, The Lady will be unavailable, while Rembrandt will still be around on Monday and Tuesday before disappearing for the rest of the week.]]

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[reanbeans]

[ Rean will be in the candle shop, in the early afternoon, using a table to have some of people's here, and for the last item, he'll be heading to the autoshop.

Because he figured that this was Dist's. He had the remaining walkie-talkie with him this time. ]

...It looks like I've received something of yours, Dist. I wanted to let you know I'll hold onto it for you, though if you'd like I could give it to Iago to do that instead.

[umbralant]

[The walkie-talkie seems tobe functioning like normal, but there's no response. Not even static, or any kind of noise]

[reanbeans]

[ He'll bite his lip a little, worried. ]

Additional Stuff

[deadlygoals]

[ Just going to add on to Rean's pile.

A short outfit for a lone wolf.

A music box in pieces: The casing is made of bone, but the lid’s snapped off. Allegedly the joints were so warped it fell apart on its own.

A set of vials with cork stoppers, shiny and well taken care of.

Lute: A lovely stringed instrument that has been used many a time to serenade unfortunate souls.

The Second Best Seashell, a pretty seashell, but slight imperfections.

A beige blazer type high school uniform with a plaid tie and red glasses that are very cracked, likely in extreme hatred.

Devicer outfit - A bodysuit-like outfit worn in Knightmare cockpits. The shoulder pads inflate for some reason... ]

[reanbeans]

[ He'll just take the lute, thanks. ]

[bawcock]

[ Passing by and that lone wolf outfit catches his eye. Oh boy, is that—

Yeah, that sure is the outfit he used to wear. Why is it here?? He's... going to grab it anyway because having more clothes is always a good thing! Looking around for a second before finding whoever is closest to the table. ] Thanks.

autoshop

[psychophant]

[It's probably not a surprise to see Iago come in here with his own walkie talkie (because it's his now, sorry Dazai) and he hesitates when he hears Rean.]

What did you receive?

[reanbeans]

[ RIP Dazai's ownership of the other walkie talkie. ]

Oh, it's this. I figured giving the people mentioned on here, Dist might want it safely kept.

...I did try to contact with him, but there was no response. Kyousuke did say that after we wouldn't be able to talk, though I had forgotten.

[ That said... ]

Since Dist's not here to answer did you want to hold onto it? I think it's really important to him.

[psychophant]

I did as well. I've been keeping in close contact with Dist since this method was discovered.

[when did they stop responding?? idk!!!]

I trust them. If they were certain this method would work, then I won't worry about them.

[He says that, but... well, it'd be really hard not to worry considering how badly he broke after Dist died. Still...]

Of course I'll hold onto it for him; I'll return it the moment he's back with us.

[reanbeans]

[ D'aw... ]

...Yeah, you're right. I have faith in all of them.

[ Fair, Iago. And even though Rean said that, he's still going to be the biggest worrywart this side of Poland.

And he's just going to hold it out for Iago to take, then. ]

Then, here. I'm sure he'll appreciate you being the one to hand it back to him too.

[psychophant]

[He nods and accepts the notes, flipping through a few pages to get an idea of what he's looking at here. His expression darkens and his one visible eye narrows, but he ends up pausing more on the name "Saphir Wyon Neis" more than anything else.]

...You have my thanks for this. [He finally looks up then.] Could you keep the contents of these notes between the two of us? This isn't something Dist would want anyone to know about.

[Rean might not have read them at all, but if he's even half as nosy as Iago is, he definitely looked through a bit of it. It's not really a problem for Rean to know, but it isn't something he wants shared.]

These are... [were?] very important to Dist.

[reanbeans]

[ ...Can confirm that Rean was probably as nosy as Iago was. Not one of his strong suits, to be sure.

But, he'll nod. ]

I promise to not say anything to anyone else about these—I'm awfully good at keeping mum, too. So there's really no need to worry about that.

[ He hadn't planned on telling anyone regardless, but he could see why Iago would ask. Reassurances would probably help, at the least. ]

[psychophant]

I appreciate it. It was... very difficult for him to discuss this with me.

[It feels like that was so long ago, somehow.]

As I said, I'll keep them safe for him. Thank you again, Rean. I'm pleased you got them and not... anyone else, really...

[Everyone else would have read them and that would've been terrible??? At least Rean knows when to let things be and not be an asshole, damn.]

[reanbeans]

[ He could at least imagine, a little. ]

Haha, it's really no problem. I figure it's the least I can do; I'd say anyone else would've done the same...but I guess I wouldn't know that.

[ Rean would like to say that no one else would make a big deal out of these. But he couldn't have known that for sure. ]

[psychophant]

You know as well as I do that everyone else here would have made a big deal of it.

[It's more exasperated than actually angry, at least. It's a good thing these notes didn't drop any earlier...]

[reanbeans]

...I guess you're right. I had been trying to think maybe there'd be one other person who wouldn't, but...

[ He realized he was coming up with nothing.

If they did drop earlier, how much more of a clusterfuck would the trial (and Iago???) have been...? ]

[psychophant]

...Well, maybe Seteth would've had the decency to keep his mouth shut if asked. But otherwise, no.

[You two are the only good guys here.........

And it would've been bad!!!! Mostly for Dist. He didn't need to have any more breakdowns, okay.]

Anyway, thank you again. Were you trying to communicate with him?

[He gestures to the walkie talkie.]

[reanbeans]

Yeah, he'd definitely would. Seteth's nice enough to do that, at least.

[ ...Rean actually still couldn't believe he got this far, but that's another thought for another day.

Also, fair. ]

I'm just glad to help, really. And yes, I was.

Though, as you can see...that didn't really work out for the moment.

[drydrown]

[...Well. This is confusing. Just...going to be turning that weird stuffed toy around in his hands because why...]

You received this from the postal service...?

[reanbeans]

[ That sure is a thing. Congratulations, Cumore, you now have a stuffed Phaeroh! ]

Yeah, I did.

[ ... ]

I'm guessing it's yours?

[drydrown]

[That's 100% more Phaeroh than he ended up with in canon.]

...Not exactly. It's...

[...Mnngh.]

It's something I was assigned to hunt down by the Commandant. I don't know why there's a...doll of it here.

[reanbeans]

Oh.

[ Rean chalked it up to maybe the Lady being involved somehow. It would fit, considering. ]

What was it, exactly? A special bird back on your world?

candle shop

[baitless]

[ah, just the person he wanted to see, actually!]

Ah, Rean. I believe I received a photograph of yours from the post office, for... whatever reason.

[I mean, it's pretty obviously his, right...]

[reanbeans]

[ Oh no...his cherished photo.

Rean will just smile at the sight. ]

...Thank you, Seteth, I really do appreciate you coming to find me with this. It means a lot to me.

[baitless]

It's nothing, really. I figured you would definitely want it back, and it was easy enough to find the owner. I know I would want the same, if I had anything like that.