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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.
...
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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Oh.
Oh, I'll tell ya about it, buddy.
I just gotta make sure you're man in enough to hear! On a scale of pasty mouthbreather who lives in his mother's basement to all-out ~studleh~ super-guy, how manly wouldja say you are? Give me a guestimate. An appreciation, if you will.
[He means an approximation, he's just incredibly bad with words.]
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[He had no idea what half those words meant and being grabbed by a complete stranger and stepping uncomfortably close to him was... a lot to take in, frankly. Luckily this was so confusing that Jonathan wouldn't really get scared about what was going on and he takes a moment to try to figure out some of what he was saying.
He... he wanted to know what kind of man he was, he supposed. Okay that's normal... sort of.]
Well I pride myself in being a gentleman, if that helps you out at all.
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[Dandy has no concept of personal space and it shows. He only leans further forward, their foreheads touching all the while. Poor Jon will feel the brunt of that ridiculous hair floof shoved into his face. While it would appear that Dandy is sizing the other man up, perhaps noting bodily weaknesses or identifiable features, there's only one question on the spaceman's usually empty mind right now-
"Is this guy better looking than me?!"]
Gentle, huh?
Okay.
[He squints, finally drawing back and giving Dracula's unwilling houseguest some room to breathe.]
So, if we're goin' by the scale I mentioned early, that's a "Cries buckets of tears at a stranger's wedding," type of deal.
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When Dandy finally lets go, any confusion makes away to mild offense at his assessment.]
What's wrong with crying at a wedding? They are one of the most beautiful things in this world.
[In other words; Dandy hit it right on the head.]
cw: the minutia of the human body gOMEN
[Dandy clicks his tongue, his face easing into an expression of near-nonchalance. He's matter-of-fact about the opinion that follows:]
But you sure as hell won't be! Nobody looks good with boogers hangin' out their nose, bub.
[He does experience of twinge of satisfaction, namely because for once in his life, he's guessed correctly.]
Unless there's a fetish for that kinda thing, which in that case, count me out! There are so many better parts of the body that're actually deservin' of our worship, baby!
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Stares at Dandy for a solid moment.]
Sir, I'm afraid I'm confused as to the point you're trying to make here.
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[No Dandy, that's just because you're confusing.]
Are you sure you're alright in the head, daddio? Maybe you need to see a doctor! It might be good for you to get the gunk in between your ears checked out.
[At least in Jonathan's case, there'd actually be something there... The same can't necessarily be said for Dandy. We just don't know.]
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Oh, I am quite positive I do. This past month has driven me absolutely mad, and I've been questioning my sanity for weeks.
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[He gives Jon a once-over. Yeah, despite his polite turn of phrase, he could easily be mistaken for a prison psycho. The other man seems pretty unkempt.]
Your kooky craze-o brain'll probably be pleased to know that I am, in fact, the real deal. And I've got just the thing to prove it to ya.
[With little to no warning, Dandy approaches Jonathan while making direct eye contact... Before slapping him clean across the face.
Thankfully, the gesture doesn't have all that much force in it. It's more for... Demonstrative purposes.]
I'm Space Dandy. Dandy for short!