[ At midnight on the 20th, the sound of turning cogs and the ticking of the clock grows louder, then comes to an abrupt stop. The hands continue to move with the time, but no sound will be heard. It will no longer chime on the hour.
There have been notes appearing in the clock tower for some time now, the boards pulled up by someone, messages that seem to appear without rhyme or reason. Requests for help, hints and suggestions, but anything of real value seems to be lost in translation, scratched out and burned off and leaving those who view them to find the hidden message. How many of them were written by those those recently lost, and how many were found?
It's impossible to say, but there's one message in particular that should have drawn attention. It's like a little riddle, or perhaps a number sequence:
"Twenty four, twelve, zero."
There's only one time at which the day can be said to be all of these things at once.
clock tower - bonnie, dito, hiyori, ranger
There have been notes appearing in the clock tower for some time now, the boards pulled up by someone, messages that seem to appear without rhyme or reason. Requests for help, hints and suggestions, but anything of real value seems to be lost in translation, scratched out and burned off and leaving those who view them to find the hidden message. How many of them were written by those those recently lost, and how many were found?
It's impossible to say, but there's one message in particular that should have drawn attention. It's like a little riddle, or perhaps a number sequence:
"Twenty four, twelve, zero."
There's only one time at which the day can be said to be all of these things at once.
Time marches on. ]