Week 1

[bathymetric]

Good morning, New Rapture. A new day is dawning.

There may not be much light to differentiate the days here, but the lights of the part of the city you're in change enough by the clock that you can almost believe there's a sun somewhere. It looks like Mayor Fontaine has no intention of going back on his deal, and for the time being? You're all stuck here. But there's plenty to do, and... maybe not plenty to see, but there's enough. There's something, at any rate.

Especially if you're willing to look beyond the surface.

And if you spend enough time around others, you might find something neat!

No matter what, it's time to start getting to know your fellow captives. You might be here a while.




MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
FRIDAY | SATURDAY

[ ooc: Welcome to the first week of Unknown Seas Round 3! We're very excited to have you. Please make sure to mark any investigation toplevels accordingly, and you can reach either Mayor Fontaine or Eleanor for conversations! ]

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SATURDAY

[bathymetric]

?????

[bathymetric]

[ So, around mid-afternoon... who's in the elevator?

Max of 2 for a quick investigation! ]

[sastruga]

[Ya girl's probably in there about this time!]

[vholran]

[ Yeah what's happening? ]

[bootyhunter]

[Unfortunately, he is also here...]

[fuckingguy]

[ The thing about being a vampire underwater and not being subject to any of the traditional day-night cycle rules is that it really fucks up your sleep schedule! The fact that Nandor's been out and about pretty much every day over the last week is not actually a great sign: he's been burning the midday oil far too much, mostly because, despite all evidence to the contrary, he thinks slumber is impossible. But it's been days on days of this, and eventually that sleep debt was bound to catch up to him. Nandor comes back to his room early Saturday morning and simply doesn't leave it for over 12 hours. His suitemates can certainly knock on the door if they like, but there'll be no response unless they really, really keep at it.

Around 9 at night, he finally drags himself out into the main room of the suite, this time wearing the complimentary bathrobe. The red circles under his eyes are particularly pronounced tonight, and his hair looks like it's been slept on wrong. Before he lumbers into the bathroom and slams the door, you can hear him muttering: ]

Fucking Circassian rhythms.

[ He's a bit less out of sorts after showering, and you can find him sitting down in the suite's common room, dressed in the tie-dye shirt and jeans and either writing some things down in a notebook or trying to comb out his wet hair. It is... well, it sure is a process, and he sure is dragging that comb through with a warrior's vengeance! There's a lot of incidental hissing. But upon noticing any of his suitemates in the general area, his face clears and he drops whatever he was doing, threading his hands together as he addresses them. ]

Ah, [ UR NAME HERE this is now a y/n fic on tumblr ]! I was actually just thinking about you. You see, I am now planning a small suite meeting -- tomorrow evening, perhaps. Nothing too formal, just getting together as a group to discuss courtesies and general hygiene stuff.

[ He is phrasing this like a hypothetical. It is not. Everyone is coming to this meeting, which is happening, whether they like it or not.

Upon returning the comb and notebook to his room, he finds that a bunch of those tokens have materialized there, and late at night you'll be able to catch him in front of the vending machine, hands full of coins, visibly fascinated. The topknot is back! The tie-dye shirt never left. ]

Common Room

[hotpaprika]

[Jonathan, who had spent most of the evening after the discovery of the second floor in the library, had retired into the common room briefly to change into his robe and pajamas and grab something to drink.

He looks up at Nandor as he prepares a mug of hot chocolate and brightens.]

Oh, that is a fantastic idea! If we are to life together for awhile, it would be nice to discuss our boundaries and expectations of each other.

[fuckingguy]

Exactly, Jonathan Harker! This is what I am always saying back home. [ Unfortunately, he is so used to being told to fuck off when he initiates these, back home, that any enthusiasm from anyone is like a waterfall of lighter fluid on a flame. ] Plus, you know, the shared spaces and cleanliness thereof.

Vending Machine

[giddyundertaker]

[ What on Earth was the Undertaker doing up at this hour? Judging by the wet hair and the cheesy red bathrobe, he must have either been heading to bed himself or just recently discovered the shower.

At least he attempted to brush his hair and his bangs are mostly dry...

Anyway. He saw the vampire rush out of his room with coins and wanted to see what he got from the big black machine. So he kind of followed him here. And chimes in without so much as a greeting. ]

Well? Put a coin in the slot! It'll give you something.

[fuckingguy]

I know how the machine works, okay?! I am just waiting for the correct moment to begin the insertion of tokens.

[ But now the Undertaker is just standing here, so, while he stares at the interface another fifteen seconds or so out of sheer pigheadedness, he doesn't have much of a choice! Nandor pops a coin into the machine. A moment later, something falls out, and he excitedly bends down to pick up... a cheap red bathrobe of exactly the same type the Undertaker is wearing! ]

... Eh.

[giddyundertaker]

Would you look at that! There's more of them!

[ The Undertaker did in fact get his bathrobe from this machine. Kind of obvious now, huh. ]

I wonder how many of those robes are stuffed in there?

vending machine

[allatonce]

[Joy slows down as she passes Nandor at the vending machine.]

Get anything good?

[Obi getting her clothes has alerted her that her shit is in the machine too beyond the hypothetical, so she may or may not be watching everyone like a hawk to make sure she gets it all back.]

[fuckingguy]

[ indicating the empty space around him: ] I have got nothing, yet. We shall see.

[ This is all the preamble he gives himself before finally putting a token into the vending machine. And it is... the blobfish kigurumi!

Nandor picks it up and looks deeply into, uh, its hood? The face on its hood? Quietly, but with deep feeling: ]

The fuck is that?

[allatonce]

It's a kigurumi, but I have... no idea what that's supposed to be.

[She's absolutely fascinated. She wants twenty. Even the clothing that's not hers in the machine is incredible!]

[hellaethics]

[For such a long and weird week, Jason can honestly say it's not the worst time he's had after waking up in a new place with no memory of how he got there. He's met some cool people, he doesn't have to pay for food, the beds are super comfortable. He's not crazy about the Fontaine guy and he hasn't managed to get his hands on anything to lure manatees but that plan is a work in progress.

Early in the morning, before all the elevator shenanigans, he's in the suite 5 living area with something special for his suitemates: breakfast! Based on the mess in the kitchenette it looks like a valiant attempt was made to make...funfetti pancakes, maybe? But in the end he'd ended up giving up and getting a few elaborate plates of eggs benedict, belgian waffles and scones with more whipped cream than should really be necessary for breakfast.

Whenever his suitemates get up, he flashes them a wide grin.]

G'morning! I made breakfast! Bad news though, the restaurant still doesn't have anything, like, really good like Reese's Puffs or Eggo waffles yet.

Later in the morning, after an absurd amount of waffles have been consumed, he's in the garden dressed in supplied tie dye shirt and swim trunks. He hasn't found much to do in here so he's just relaxing for a little while, his bare feet soaking in the pond. If anyone approaches he'll wave them over to come chill with him.

Closer to mid-afternoon, Jason is weirdly hard to find. He's not by the suites or the restaurant or, once the second floor opens, exploring the new level....but anyone who heads to the vending machine is going to get quite the sight: Jason, sitting on the ground with his back to the machine and one of his arms crammed up the slot into the vending machine.]

Hey, uhhh...I think I might need some help, dude.

suite 5

[inaclearing]

Oh, uh - thanks, Jason.

[God, he's such a himbo? But Brett will come over to check out these waffles!]

What's the occasion?

[hellaethics]

[They're restaurant waffles and are therefore thick, soft on the inside and slightly crispy at the edges.]

We've been roommates almost a whole week! I thought it'd be cool to, like, make breakfast and stuff. But then it turns out making things that aren't cereal is a lot harder than it looks so I got take-out instead.

[inaclearing]

That's nice of you, thanks.

[It's the thought that counts. Brett will take a waffle!]

Making regular pancakes isn't that hard. I could show you some time. [oh no]

vending machine

[howveryglib]

…

What… why.

[hellaethics]

In my defense, a lot of the time the good stuff gets stuck on the way down and you gotta shake it or, if you're me when I was five, crawl inside and be stuck for eight hours.

[Sometimes there is no why, there is only Jason.]

It's only been like twenty minutes this time, so Little Me still wins there.

suite 5

[dullshooter]

[Misfire's had a decent enough rundown of human cuisine in his time here, but Jason's spread still leaves him lost. He casts a glance from the mess of the kitchenette, to the breakfast that's out before him.]

...What am I looking at here?

[hellaethics]

Breakfast, dude! I got waffles, eggs cumberbatch, the kind of fruity bread English people like. [He beaming like he made it all himself while a glob of pancake batter drops from the ceiling right next to him.]

Help yourself!

post-elevator fun times, locked to mielle

[sastruga]

[After all of... that, Mafuyu makes her way back to her suite and stays there a while. She seems calm enough, but she hasn't left. Could it be she's actually a little shaken up?

...Maybe so.]

[honeyedtea]

[ ... That's strange. She saw Mafuyu head back into her suite, which is fine, but it's odd for her to stay in there when it's so early on in the day.

Mielle leaves her to herself for a while until curiosity and concern gets the better of her and she knocks on Mafuyu's door. ]

Mafuyu...? I'm certain I saw you go in here some time ago... is something wrong?

[sastruga]

[...It's a little quiet, at first. Mafuyu is debating whether or not to respond at all, at first. But... no, she can't just hide away in there.

She'll get up and head over to the door, opening it, smiling sheepishly.]

Ah... No, I'm alright, really. I'm sorry, Mielle-san, I didn't mean to worry anyone.