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

investigation

[howveryglib]

[Gaius van Baelsar is very much a creature of habit, and so once he awakens, he does his damnedest to get into his usual routine. For a variety of reasons he just kind of collapsed into bed and ended up sleeping later than he'd like, but it's not... like there's a schedule here...

...

Right. Okay. First thing he wants to do. Get some exercise. So of course he's going to hit the gym, where he's going to be standing all armored up and... pondering. He's not sure if he trusts this place not to fuck up his armor and is waiting for the clothes he was wearing under them to come back to make sure they're not destroyed or anything... but he doesn't want to smell like ass his whole time here...

...he'll... poke around to see what the equipment is like and if there is anything Unusual outside the equipment looking different than he is used to. Once he's done with that he'll finally cave and take the armor and helmet off to exercise in the complimentary jeans and t-shirt. it's fine for exercise. anyway it's probably hard not to tell the tall guy who doesn't look like any of the profiles is the tall guy who's been clanking around in armor at least.

anyway. after that, bath, then breakfast, where he is in the restaurant looking over the menu and trying to figure out if there's anything not. posh. he's used to posh. but sometimes you don't want posh. He sighs.]

...why is there nothing simple.

[maybe he'll just cave and order the Chilean sea bass, but he really wants some fuckin pelmeni....

...in any case, as much as he's been trying to distract himself with Work and compartmentalize, it's. hard. not to think. about events prior to his arrival in whatever the fuck this is. so after a certain point he's just going to be in the Hall of the Founders staring at the bathysphere with an overwhelming aura of "MAN, bottom text."]

hall of the founders

[inaclearing]

Hey, there.

[Brett's just sitting at the base of one of the pedestals - you know, normal? A normal place to hang out? There's really only so many of them around here. Anyway, he hasn't really spoken to this guy yet, and he seems like maybe sort of a lot, but they are trapped in the same murder hotel.]

How's it going?

[howveryglib]

[i mean the assessment isn't wrong.]

As well as can be expected, I suppose, given the circumstances.

[no need to sugarcoat it...]

[inaclearing]

That's fair.

[yeah...]

I don't think we've spoken yet. I'm Brett.

hall of the founders

[onemillion]

[This sure is a thing, isn't it. Is it a weird submarine. I don't Bioshock, I don't know what I'm looking at here.]

Gaius.

[...Should he be greeting the man with a title or his surname... how do names work in other worlds, we just don't know.]

[howveryglib]

[god you did better than I did I thought it was a bubble window and didn’t look it up.]

Ah, Rossiu.

[he doesn’t care at this point we are all winging it and he will change if people request it.]

Are you faring well enough?

[onemillion]

[listen that was my first thought too, i only looked it up because i second guessed myself lmao.]

I am, yes. Given the current circumstances, I could be faring far worse.

[He could be dead!!! Hahaha no okay he isn't quite that pessimistic (yet).]

You seemed lost in thought. Do you mind if I ask what's on your mind?

restaurant

[withagun]

[ He's not the only one! Hodaka finds himself paralyzed while reading the menu, utterly stunned. ]

Qui- quiche de le... Légumes... I don't even know what a légumes is. What about... Huh?! W-with caviar...?!

[ Hodaka simply was looking for cup noodles thanks. ]

[howveryglib]

…They are cheese and vegetable tarts.

[…]

If you are interested. I imagine you are not.

[withagun]

[ Oh, Hodaka recognizes that voice!! He hasn't realized he's...talking to someone, especially one of the older people from the other days. ]

Oh, hello, uh, sir... [ ...shit he can't remember the name on the profile. ] Is that really all it is? That seems really uh...normal, for this menu.

[ ...also quick question is the man still in his armor yes or no- ]

Gym

[kninja]

...

[Squiiinnnt.]

Uh, who're you?

[howveryglib]

[…

oh yeah right. He’ll stop doing sit-ups.]

I am Gaius van Baelsar. …I was wearing armor yesterday.

[He nods to where he set the helmet and armor out of the way.]

[kninja]

Ohhh! [Obi pops a fist onto his palm. This guy!] You wanted to fight the Mayor. Right, right.

[...]

I kinda thought you might be like the other guy. Misfire?

Hall of Founders

[dullshooter]

[Misfire’s just passing through, in the way an animal is just ‘passing’ through the same circle in its cage. He keeps walking past Gaius, and then stops, with appropriate comedic timing, some feet away to turn back in disbelief for a double-take.]

Woof woof?

[howveryglib]

[








Maybe if he doesn't respond Misfire will stop with the woof woof.]

[dullshooter]

[No, this only serves to seal his fate. After all, who else would pointedly ignore being called something so strange?]

Oh my God, is that what you look like under all that armor, lil’ woofie?

[He’s like, hands on knees leaning over to look at him. As if Gaius isn’t the taller one.]

gym

[fuckingguy]

[ That probably is doing a lot of heavy lifting! Nandor, still resplendent in his stupid ensemble and hopefully not planning on working out in it, is investigating the gym for future use. He watches the curious stranger for way too long before coming to the conclusion: ]

--Oh, it is just you.

[howveryglib]

...I was hoping it would not be that difficult to figure out.

[He's not particularly surprised. but like.

...he was kind of wondering why someone kept watching him work out? it has happened before but like. hm. there is something up with this guy given he's over 700 and looks mostly like a hyur.]

[fuckingguy]

Eh, kinda thought you had horns until just now.

[ He says, like a genius! ]

restaurant

[daimakaicho]

You could always just go with the side salad if nothing else.

[ Don't mind her, she's just sitting off to the side with what looks like a plate of carpaccio. ]

[howveryglib]

That, too, is the opposite of what I truly desire. But I suppose I cannot afford to complain...

[he supposes... he'll just get some damn fish. He's not sure what "Chilean" means, so he might as well try something new if he can't try something old and familiar.]

[daimakaicho]

What did you have in mind, some rustic meat dish?

investigation

[bathymetric]

[ Welcome to the gym! The first thing to note is that this is all Fontaine Futuristics brand equipment! ]

[howveryglib]

[...

Suddenly... he is reminded of someone he knows... but it's probably not bright red, so it's fine. I assume it's treadmills and... that kind of thing?]

[bathymetric]

[ Yep! It's also worth noting that, for this being A Rapture, they're all more advanced than one might expect. ]