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! ]

Comments

hall of the founders

[prompocalypse]

Who installs elevators just for show?

[Like, this place is gaudy but that's not exactly a common decoration.]

You mean, if they're like, functional? That's what I was wondering.

[allatonce]

People who want ADA compliance, but don't want to deal with upkeep.

[She shrugs. This place being concerned with OSHA and ADA is laughable, but rich people are just like that so.]

Plus, this is some kind of social experiment. It wouldn't surprise me if at least some of it was just for show.

[prompocalypse]

Hmmm. I mean, I do believe him when he says that this used to be a proper city.

Don't you?

It makes more sense to me than if it's just an elaborate set.

[allatonce]

[She leans against the door and appears to be thinking about the question.]

Depends on his motivations, I think. Or if this is real in the first place.

1/2

[prompocalypse]

[That inspires a reaction. Her expression is sober and sharp as she looks at Joy with something between anxiety and... maybe anger. It's hard to tell if the anger is directed at Joy or at just the concept itself, though.

She looks away, and back at the elevator.]

2/2

[prompocalypse]

[And then she deflates. She crosses her arms and her expression isn't angry or scared, it's just troubled. She clearly hadn't thought of that.]

...Like... an elaborate illusion, you mean? A simulation or a nightmare made real?

[allatonce]

I was thinking more virtual reality.

[Joy absently starts tapping her finger against the door. It's clearly some kind of nervousness, explained when she says:]

I don't know. He said something last night about "company secrets" when I asked him a question and I've been thinking about that ever since.

[prompocalypse]

Ugh. [She makes a face at that.] I knew a guy who specialized in trapping people in virtual reality like that. He wasn't just evil, he was super fucking gross too.

He seemed to like, imply that he and the love of your life are the only ones involved with this specific project, which sort of implies there's a bunch running? Whether they're killing games like this one or some more general evil goal, I don't know.

[allatonce]

The love of this life, maybe.

[She says it almost absently, and then sees to realize she definitely said something kind of weird and quickly keeps talking.]

There's definitely some sort of larger thing at work here. I haven't had a chance to talk with Eleanor yet, but I'm hoping she might let something slip. Fontaine is much harder to trip up.