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[As the sky ticks over to morning, you only get a few moments before an earth shaking rumble overtakes the whole city, tumbling the contents of the small inn.

As it subsides, those of you who made it outside, or simply slept there, may be treated to the sight of the sky turning and... lifted away. Above, an enormous pair of hands holding a marionette's cross set both tools down to the side, somewhere out of sight. Above you see a giant's workshop, rafters and stone walls bigger than cities and greying out into the sheer distance of the structures.

Suddenly you feel... somehow a bit lighter, a bit stronger for it.]


[The doll from earlier, still missing one arm, and one eye stares upwards at the display.]



Why this experiment is ending so soon? Did they find what they needed?


[She walks over to one of the gates. It opens at her touch, leading to darkness. Her smile ticks a few notches higher.]

Would you like to go home?
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[For many, the feverish tugs of curiosity have reached a certain, impressive pitch, tugging the mind in every which way, with a litany of "Why?" like a particularly annoying two year old.

It may be why you notice her, moving into town. Dressed in the dirty rags of what looks to be a school teacher's dress, a one-armed woman is leaning down, petting what appears to be several strange, twitchy, clockwork cats.]

[But more interesting, may be the fact that when she's nearby, that feverish urge... settles in your mind. Around her, the townspeople start to take little steps nodding or waving to her as she passes. They only make it a few steps before shuddering to a halt again...]

What's wrong with you? Why are you like this? Why don't you go back to the way you should be? Have you seen my eye?
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[To the south, there are new ruins to the housing complex, via the idle frustrations of a certain cyborg... everywhere else, a certain empty calm has taken the air, and remained there.

It's gotten hard to concentrate on simple things... like food... like thoughts of home... instead, for most the thoughts rushing through your head. It's a bit like caffeine for the first time, shaky, exuberant and sharp.

The day clicks over to noon and you might realize that you haven't done very much at all, somehow.]

((OOC: This post will be open until Sunday, at which point Nishi will be running A Thing.))
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[As Jack runs around the accessible zone every hour or so, hopping on and off roofs, looking for any indistinguishable little changes he may have missed on his radar, feeling the urges to stalk the shit out of particular people build while also needing to find what he is missing --]

RRRRRGH!!! GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!!!


[SUDDENLY, quite a few blocks from the inns... 3 houses in a row and everything in them, in the space of 6 seconds, fall into 562 pieces.]
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[The morning clicks over.

You awaken having had a series of odd dreams last night. You feel wide awake this morning, your brain alive and awake. But your thoughts keep drifting to someone in particular....]




((OOC NOTE: For most of you, you will be taken by an absolute, ferocious fascination with the people you dreamt about. However your curiosity engages... do you want to know their backstory? Do you want to know alllllll about their love lives? You want nothing more than to be around them and learn...

On the other hand, if you feel like you are MISSING SOMETHING since the fight with the ooze monster... you feel that same fascination, but you also have this solid knowledge that they have or know something you NEED.

This event will be going all week. The event to settle this will be coming later, so sit back and ENJOY :D.))
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[ In ones and twos and groups of a few more, the cheerily victorious and the creature's not so cheery victims make it back to the central square and the inns there.

A few in particular are well-splashed with black slime. ]

Baths, baths~ ♪

So, whose place are we going to?
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[Written into the ground alongside one of the houses to the south of town tonight are a series of strange letters, forming a rough circle near the wall. A figure of approximately Loki's build, not there during the day's exploration, leans against the wall at the corner. The door to the house is open.]

[Some hours after the sudden switch from day to night, Loki stands in front of the door, a candle before him, a kitchen knife in one hand and a spoon in the other. He checks the mirror set carefully in the darkness, nothing yet visible in its surface. Then he strikes the knife with the spoon's handle, and he holds his breath - and he waits.]
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[So, after a hard morning of adventuring, our heroes are having a much needed rest back at the inns with their prizes. Some people may be busily chatting over the different robot parts that were found scattered across the city, but the turtles have bigger fish to fry.

Literally.

The kitchen of the Sword, Shield, and Spear is a flurry of activity and delicious smells in between Rapunzel flitting about and Mikey and Raph following after her to give basic instructions. The construction of pizza is an art after all.]

It's real easy! I mean—I don't get the dough, but the important thing to remember is dough, sauce, toppings. The dough's just to hold everything else together.
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[A great commotion takes the early morning, as the guards are attacked, and take their sacrifice of the weapons used.

In the mean time, the two guards that once guarded the south gate, leave their post as the way opens. They finally settle, guarding the tower door now.]


[At the behest of a reincarnated trickster god, a nun uses her loudness to the benefit of all.]

RISE AND SHINE PEOPLE!

GET OUT HERE!



((OOC: MINGLE FOR RIGHT NOW, we're restarting officially in a couple hours to get our moontimers in.))
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[You are woken from your dreams by that cacophonous ticking. Louder, and louder it swells, before the sky jerks and then snaps to daylight, bright and full.

For those of you who didn't make it into the houses, you awaken to much the same scene as you slept to. All around, the others who fell to the cobblestones rouse themselves, joined, perhaps, by those who saw the night from their beds.

Little has changed, except this morning, the guttersweep's fingers are broken, his broom resting against the inn wall behind him. His clothes are not quite the way they were for the very VERY observant and a note rests on the cobblestone in front of him. The grate he was stooped to examine is now pried open several inches.

And a new figure has taken to the edges of the square. A young paperboy in a sideworn hat stands on tiptoe. A bundle of papers are tucked under his arm, and one held aloft to gather business.]
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[Something begins to tick, coming from all around you at once. It gains in volume slowly, first something just at the edge of your hearing and then rises up above even the conversations.

A first, awkward, off-key note is struck, and then another. The tone is delicate and disjointed, as if a melody was torn out of the middle and played on just the few last keys...




You begin to feel tired. In fact, some of you might begin to feel really, really tired.]


((OOC: goodnight groddle Lullaby posting! The super sleepy is up to you whether you want to play out or not, it is otherwise random and doesn't happen with the same severity ever night, unless you want it to.))

Day 1 Night

Apr. 7th, 2013 11:58 am
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[ Over the murmur of conversations, explorations and violent attempts at escape, there comes a sound tick tick tick tick tick.............. CLICK.... The sky above snaps across the dome from blue to black... and everything goes dark.

A glow comes from the front door of each of the inns and one by one, you can see street lanterns begin to light up steadily past each of the gates.

The only flickering, organic light comes from above in the tower, spluttering high, high above everyone, through the slats of the closed shutters. After a moment, it's gone. ]
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[ There is a loud click coming from the direction of the foyer. The first time you looked, there had been a bar blocking the door. But it is gone now, and light shines in softly through the door’s window. There is a commotion coming from outside the main doors. Just one voice, old and wheezing. He’s yelling, ranting, and there is no reply. ]

How could th- . . . blasted, filching little- . . . how, HOW! Damn th- . . .

[ You do the only narratively sensible thing and open that door. ]

[Stepping through you find yourself in an enourmous town square, sitting in a large octagon around a tall tower with a blue roof and small, distant shutters.

All around are strange faced people locked in mid motion. They had been strolling along side each other. Some with shopping bags or baskets in hand. One little girl stands in the middle of a group, exchanging a bright red flower for a matronly woman's coin.

A young man had paused in sweeping the pristine gutters to look at something in a drainpipe. A busker's fiddle is silent, the jar in front of her painted with coins.

On each side of the square another inn sits, each with brightly colored signposts. Between each of those - four total - four gates sit, all of them closed and guarded on either side by stern faced soldiers.]

??? Day 1

Apr. 6th, 2013 04:55 pm
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[You blink and find yourself somewhere else. You feel stiff and tired, disoriented... and not at all what you were just doing a moment ago.]

[A large round card table sits in this room. It's rich dark wood has been polished to a shine. Two decks of cards sit on top of the green mat. Three paintings hang on the walls of depicting a set of crossed swords, a shield and a sole, raised pike. Five padded arm chairs have been pulled up around the table. A dartboard hangs on one of the walls, and a small bar sits along another. Glasses, coasters and towels sit in front of barstools, but no beverages.]

??? Day 1

Apr. 6th, 2013 04:54 pm
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[You blink and find yourself somewhere else. You feel stiff and tired, disoriented... and not at all what you were just doing a moment ago.]

[The kitchen area might be one of the biggest rooms yet. It sports two wall ovens, and a few piles of wood next to them. Two long counters stretch across the expanse of the room and the walls are filled with cabinets and shelves. Two enormous sinks are set into each of the counters in the middle.]

??? Day 1

Apr. 6th, 2013 04:53 pm
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[You blink and find yourself somewhere else. You feel stiff and tired, disoriented... and not at all what you were just doing a moment ago.]

[This room has an enormous, long rectangular table, seated with twenty high back chairs. A white table cloth covers the wood surface. Several colorful arrangements of cloth flowers color the room. Places have been set in front of each chair.]

??? Day 1

Apr. 6th, 2013 04:49 pm
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[You blink and find yourself somewhere else. You feel stiff and tired, disoriented... and not at all what you were just doing a moment ago.]

[This room is homey and large. Heavy stuffed chairs sit in front of a what appears to be a painting of a fireplace on the wall. A small round table sits between them with a single paper rose in a vase.

A large, rich woven carpet with a symbol on it rests in the very center of the room. Behind it to the north, a counter with an old fashioned till stands just in front of the honeycomb shelving of a mail rack.

A large door on the south has a wooden bar across it, sealing entry from the outside. Strangely, there are no windows.

On the east wall, there are three doors, each with a symbol on them: A flying comet, a simple gallows, and a crossroad. The last door seems painted on the wall.

On the west wall, there are two doors, one with an ornate handle, the other hinged to push open.]
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