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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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The way I see it, Golds, is that most politeness goes out the window after being kidnapped. A good snoop around is important. Helps you find a way out— or a way to hold on, until backup comes. [Shes gone and blurted out the kidnapping thing—- so she watches the girl for any kind of panic.]
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[ She feels a little foolish the instant the question leaves her mouth. They've woken up somewhere unfamiliar, with no idea of how they'd come to be there and having almost certainly been taken against their will. She's the daughter of a noble – she'd been sat down the moment she was old enough to understand what that meant and drilled on what she should do if some desperate scoundrel snatch her up to bleed some money from her family.
But... that doesn't seem quite right. Putting aside her own position– ]
This place is rather too... dignified to be host to a kidnapping.
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I hold my liquor better than anyone else I know, and I don’t remember comin here. There’s no other rational explanation.
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I... suppose that makes sense. Perhaps I'm simply lucky to not have any first-hand experience of my own.
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Most people don't have experiences like that. It's a good thing! And double-good, you're here with ol' Lady Blackhawk herself-- we'll get you home lickity split.
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... Very well, then, Lady Blackhawk.
[ And she... curtseys?? Exactly the way a girl of her standing should to greet a lady from another family. ]
I only hope you'll pardon my rudeness, given the circumstances.
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Which is what she straightens to do.]
Not that kind of Lady. That was my codename, in the war. Stuck around after it, even though those bastards trademarked the Blackhawk name. Everyone remembers me for it.
You don't have to worry about manners or anything with me.