Day 1 Night

[12npcs]

[ 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. ]

Comments

[dedoctionist]

[startles at the last click, then relaxing]

As if this place couldn't be any weirder.

[thevineintervention]

[ OH WOW HOTNESS ]


Mm, somehow, I do imagine that it could.

[dedoctionist]

[oh wow plant ... woman .... thing]

Trying to be optimistic.

[thevineintervention]

Mm! Well, that's always a strategy!

[dedoctionist]

[sighs a bit]

Well since it's obviously now nighttime, I guess everyone should find some place to stay.

[thevineintervention]

How convenient, then, that there are inns right here.



I could keep you company, though, in case that optimism wears thin... ♥!

[soul_sister]

I'm not going to dare it.

[dedoctionist]

As long as it does one thing at a time, I'll be good.

[soul_sister]

I'm not that lucky.

[dedoctionist]

Still working on being here in the first place, though.

[soul_sister]

....

We're working on that.

[freckledninja]

It could and will.

[dedoctionist]

... I think it just did.

[freckledninja]

Oh come on.

[dedoctionist]

Walking, talking turtles qualify as weird for me, no offense.

[freckledninja]

This is getting old.

[direstnews]

Given that we've seen nothing more than the courtyard, I don't doubt it has plenty more in store.

[dedoctionist]

That's what I'm afraid of.

[direstnews]

On the bright side, there's been nothing terribly dangerous.

[dedoctionist]

Yet.

[can't help but look this kid over, Sherlock's rubbing off on her]

[direstnews]

[He looks not from around here - given that "around here" is your version of Earth. Cowled tunic, circlet, and leggings, old-fashioned black boots and gloves. Fabric, cut, and style: not common in any country you know of. Dried blood on the front of his clothing and his sleeves. His face and his gloved hands have been cleaned of more of the same, well but quickly- there's some left. Taking this all pretty damn well for a kid who's 13 and looks younger because he's awfully short.]

Yet. Still, I find it safer not to write tomorrow off until it's come.

[beeductionist]

It all reminds me of one of those dioramic mainland clocks. German, perhaps.

[dedoctionist]

Right out of a German fairy tale, maybe.

[beeductionist]

It is consistent, at least. No doubt we will soon be able to deduce its patterns.

[dedoctionist]

If there is one to be had.