It is six o'clock AM in Clock Town. Even at this early hour, there is energy growing in the town. The carpenters are hard at work, trying to get the festival tower finished. The soldiers are changing their shifts, with the night guards taking their leave so that others might guard the gates during the day. This is particularly good news to the evening guard of the East gate, who leaves his post shaking his head, sweating and looking not at all rested or relaxed. Wearily, he stumbles into the Milk Bar, hoping that the owner will be so kind as to fix him breakfast.
In South Clock Town, a boy in a yellow Keaton Mask runs swiftly down the flight of stairs from the laundry pool, deposits a letter in the postbox, and then hurriedly runs back the way he came. Only a few seconds after, one of the carpenters also approaches the postbox. Looking warily left and right, and making sure the gate guard is not looking, he puts a letter into the postbox as well, before scurrying off to try and look busy. Though, as usual, he scowls at the recruiting poster of the guard before getting back to work.
In West Clock Town, a strange, grinning man (wearing a white shirt and blue pants) prances into the city. Shielding his face as he passes the guard, he places a letter in the postbox as well, and starts to move back towards the gate. But, as if thinking of something more pressing, he decides to linger in town a little longer.
In North Clock Town, the local gang of five children, known as the Bombers, have assembled over by the tree next to the slide, and look to be discussing something rather important.
But, of course, even with night officially over, the moon still looms overhead, glaring down at the Town. If anything, it appears to be bigger than it was the day before.
It is six o'clock AM in Clock Town. Even at this early hour, there is energy growing in the town. The carpenters are hard at work, trying to get the festival tower finished. The soldiers are changing their shifts, with the night guards taking their leave so that others might guard the gates during the day. This is particularly good news to the evening guard of the East gate, who leaves his post shaking his head, sweating and looking not at all rested or relaxed. Wearily, he stumbles into the Milk Bar, hoping that the owner will be so kind as to fix him breakfast.
In South Clock Town, a boy in a yellow Keaton Mask runs swiftly down the flight of stairs from the laundry pool, deposits a letter in the postbox, and then hurriedly runs back the way he came. Only a few seconds after, one of the carpenters also approaches the postbox. Looking warily left and right, and making sure the gate guard is not looking, he puts a letter into the postbox as well, before scurrying off to try and look busy. Though, as usual, he scowls at the recruiting poster of the guard before getting back to work.
In West Clock Town, a strange, grinning man (wearing a white shirt and blue pants) prances into the city. Shielding his face as he passes the guard, he places a letter in the postbox as well, and starts to move back towards the gate. But, as if thinking of something more pressing, he decides to linger in town a little longer.
In North Clock Town, the local gang of five children, known as the Bombers, have assembled over by the tree next to the slide, and look to be discussing something rather important.
But, of course, even with night officially over, the moon still looms overhead, glaring down at the Town. If anything, it appears to be bigger than it was the day before.
What do you do on this morning?
Edited by Dave