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unknownseas2022-06-12 10:14 am
bathymetric) wrote in unknownseas2022-06-12 10:14 am
And with the sweat of your brow...
Fun Fact: Did you know that if the multiverse is real, there could be an almost infinite square mileage of completely unexplored ocean out there?
No reason.
...
You wake in one of 25 rooms with a sense of unease that doesn't quite track with how nice the accommodations are. Maybe it has something to do with the giant window leading out to the sea. The temperature is low, which might make you wish you had woken up under the luxurious covers instead of atop them. The lights, too, are low. But next to your bed is a small personal radio, and it's playing a song for you. There's also a small note printed on folded cardstock next to it.
Dear Prospective Citizen,
Welcome to the Helios Suites at New Rapture. The time should currently be 12:00 PM. Please take a moment to get your bearings and become acquainted with your new environment, then meet in the hotel lobby at 1:30 PM sharp for an orientation with Mayor Fontaine.
With only that for guidance, there's only the one thing to do: get out there and start exploring... well, it's hardly a full city, but it's something! And in the halls (or on the wall of your suite or the lobby), you very well may find up to 24 other captives.
What you do until your meeting with Mayor Fontaine, well... that's up to you. Every room certainly gives you something to talk about.
No reason.
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You wake in one of 25 rooms with a sense of unease that doesn't quite track with how nice the accommodations are. Maybe it has something to do with the giant window leading out to the sea. The temperature is low, which might make you wish you had woken up under the luxurious covers instead of atop them. The lights, too, are low. But next to your bed is a small personal radio, and it's playing a song for you. There's also a small note printed on folded cardstock next to it.
Dear Prospective Citizen,
Welcome to the Helios Suites at New Rapture. The time should currently be 12:00 PM. Please take a moment to get your bearings and become acquainted with your new environment, then meet in the hotel lobby at 1:30 PM sharp for an orientation with Mayor Fontaine.
With only that for guidance, there's only the one thing to do: get out there and start exploring... well, it's hardly a full city, but it's something! And in the halls (or on the wall of your suite or the lobby), you very well may find up to 24 other captives.
What you do until your meeting with Mayor Fontaine, well... that's up to you. Every room certainly gives you something to talk about.
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What sorts of aliens do you normally hunt?
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Only the biggest and the baddest, my frumpy friend.
Rare aliens are rare aliens for a reason! They're rare because they're big n' scary, for the most part. Which means that everyone else would rather stay the hell away from 'em!
[This is absolutely untrue, he is just trying to make himself look cool.]
So big and scary that only the coolest cats in the universe are willing to take 'em down and bring them to-
[The alien registration center.]
Justice. Justice once and for all!
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Anyway, this is something he can kind of sort of imagine, and Rossiu nods at that.]
What crimes have they committed to warrant being brought to justice?
[This doesn't sound like he's doubting Dandy, but like he's genuinely interested in the laws involving rare aliens.]
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[Drat. He is being forced to deal with the ]
Badass buttkickin' stuff. Like, ah, mmmm... T-t-tax evasion! And noise violations. Oh, oh! And, uh, bungee-jumpin'-
[His erratic bluster peeters out mid-sentence. Even he's aware that this sounds stupid.]
From places that are, um, too high up or whatever.
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You're making this up as you go, aren't you.
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[Just not a very good one.]
Don'tchu look at me like that, Judgy McJudgerson! Well, what do you do that's so great, huh?!
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[Unfortunately, um-]
Don't give that! I mean, coooome on! Do I look like I was born yesterday? I've got a buncha hair in all kinds-a funky places.
[That's a poor measure of adulthood, err-]
Tell me the truth.
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Why would I make something like that up?
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To make yourself sound cooler than ya really are! It's the oldest trick in the book.
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My position is not one I would call "cool". I am responsible for one million people. I have to make decisions that could cost people their lives. One small mistake could harm countless people. Do you truly believe a position like that is one that I would want to lie about?
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[Dandy can't imagine why anyone would willingly choose to be in such a position. Firstly, it sounds like way too much work for a free-spirit like himself, and secondly, he's not a fan of just one person having that much power. The alien hunter's own existence is nomadic for a reason- By living on the floating hunk of metal that is the Aloha Oe, Dandy hardly has to adhere to any rules but his own, for the most part.]
It just sounds like a pain in the tush.
[He deflates considerably, those lean shoulders of his slumping beneath the bomber jacket. The look on Dandy's face goes from angry to quizzical, even if it certainly takes him a beat.]
Do you ever get a day off on a job like that?
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...And zero days off given the blank look he gives Dandy for a moment.]
I have only taken the position recently, so... no. During times of peace it is less necessary to be constantly at work, but we do not currently have that luxury.
[Simon got to take a break sometimes! And then Rossiu dragged him back into work for the literal mountain of paperwork piling up so the answer is actually still no.]
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[Dandy sounds flabbergasted.]
Dude! You must be into some really kinky shit behind closed doors, 'cause that sounds doggone painful, whoa!
I'd say more power to ya, Fivehead, but I'm not down to endorse the sorta gig I wouldn't be able to stand. Uh... Lieutenant Fivehead? Or is it President Fivehead...
What do they call you exactly?
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Supreme Commander.
[supreme commander fivehead.................]
I took the position because someone needed to, that's all. We were... facing a crisis and there weren't many qualified to take command in a situation like that.
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Rossiu's voice also sounds oddly familiar, but with Dandy's shitty memory? It's difficult for him to recall why.]
Okay, big boy.
[So, the breastaurant enthusiast chooses to keep things light, teasing. This fellow with a large forehead could use some levity in his life.]
Say, you got a shower in that big time Commando office?
[COMMANDER!!! HE MEANS COMMANDER! Unfortunately, he is going somewhere with this.]
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[The correction happens instinctively and Rossiu manages to refrain from making a face. He has learned exactly one thing in the past seven years and it is how to emote even less. Truly an incredible talent.]
Why do you ask?
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'Cause that information is important to me, baby, c'mon!
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[Sorry Dandy, puppy dog faces have never worked on Rossiu before and they certainly aren't going to now.]
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Ya might wanna set aside a hefty budget for some extra strength Drain-O, brother!
[Here, he takes a step closer and flicks Rossiu right in the center of his forehead, poor guy.]
'Cause with all the stress you're gonna endure, this balding situation doesn't look like it's gonna get any better.
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If you've nothing else of value to add, then I'll take my leave.
[Though he's already moving to leave...]
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[On that note, Dandy turns on his own heels, heading in the direction opposite to Rossiu.]
See ya around.