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

[allatonce]

[She's starting with the server's station, on account of she assumes that's where the computer or some form of information might be.]

[bathymetric]

[ If there was a computer here, it's been cleared out, unfortunately! But there are a couple shelves in there one could sift through. ]

[allatonce]

[Disappointing, but fair she supposes. That was a long shot.

She's gonna rifle through the shelves from top to bottom, though.]

[bathymetric]

[ Nice nice nice! So there's a lot of stuff in here - old menus, mostly, including a particularly fancy one for a New Years Party - and, under them, an audio tape. ]

[allatonce]

[New Year's party. Haha. Very fucking funny.

She's gonna play the audio tape, though. She's played enough video games to understand there might be #lore on it.]

[bathymetric]

[ There is lore! It starts with the sound of a lighter turning on, and someone taking a breath - and then a woman's voice. ]

Jesus, Mary, Joseph, and Ringo, I thought he'd never leave. I hate cooking for these big parties, means they send our dear Founder De Cuisine over to oversee shit personally. He does the fuckin' thing where he talks really calmly about how wrong you got his bullshit recipe, but you'd really rather he be yelling because then you'd at least know you're working for a human being? I did not pack up and head down here to be treated like this. I know quitting's a headache and a half, but after New Years I'm putting in my two weeks. Fuck this.

[allatonce]

[Interesting. Does the woman have an identifiable accent and/or is the tape labeled with a name or something?]

[bathymetric]

[ Slightly European, maybe? But no, it's not labeled - it is tucked away, though, so someone didn't want it found. There's also a metal lighter next to it. ]

[allatonce]

[Well, that's interesting. Is there anything notable about the lighter or is it just a regular ol' zippo?]

[bathymetric]

[ It's an old-fashioned metal one! It has a little NEW RAPTURE engraved on it, and below:

All good things flow into the city.

And that's this room clear! ]