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

[dullshooter]

If my experiences of comically excessive wartime torture are anything to go by, they probably don’t need any.

[He hesitantly pulls down one of the handles of the machine. Feel the resistance!]

You put enough fear in somebody, they’re not going anywhere.

[kninja]

Your experiences, huh?

[Yikes^TM.]

Sorry. That's rough, buddy. Should we even be poking around here, then?

[dullshooter]

Huh?

[Is that an act of legitimate consideration? Please say sike. It feels weird.]

Nah. [He waves a dismissive hand.] I’m good. Way good. Got desensitised pretty quick to the whole brutal violence thing.

[Is he just being flippant? Who’s to say.]

Though, I think ‘running away screaming’ is a pretty reasonable reaction to discovering a torture dungeon regardless of your life experiences, and I suggest we do that.

[kninja]

[He appears to be giving this suggestion serious thought, hand on his chin and everything.]

Hmmm, I do like running… but we might’ve had enough yelling and screaming during all the excitement before, with the Mayor. What if we scare His Honor Jonathan or Li’l Daka into the youngest heart attacks ever? So I gotta pass on that for now.

[dullshooter]

[Misfire nods, knowingly, pretending this does immediately scan.

Then pauses.]

That can actually happen?

[kninja]

Probably not, but best not run the risk, right? Those two are strung tight, and who can blame them?

[Someone please tuck Hodaka and Jonathan in for a much-needed nap after the time they've been having.]

[dullshooter]

Right. Riiiight.

[Said with all the knowing and hesitant guilt of a naughty child.]

...Prrobably shouldn't joke about shooting them or anything, right? Considering the situation of being highly strung that these guys are under.

[It's entirely hypothetical.]

[kninja]

[Misfire.]

Yeah, doesn't seem like the most well-thought out plan for everyone's mutual survival. I wouldn't advise it, personally.

[dullshooter]

[He nods hastily. Too hastily.

He says nothing for an intolerable moment, before the confession bursts out of him.]

It was before we knew about the whole murder thing, okay!?

[Nevermind the rules were right there!!]

[kninja]

Was it His Honor or Li'l Daka?

[Dun dun dunnnn...]

[dullshooter]

…

[Misfire avoids Obi’s eyes.]

His right honorable Johnny-boy.

[kninja]

[He puts his fists on his hips.]

Bad Mister Misfire! Bad! As punishment, run twenty times around the building!

[dullshooter]

[No..!! Not the scolding..!! Anything but!!]

Alright, alright! I’ll do it! Just never call me ‘Mister’ again! It’s so formal it’s uncomfortable.

[The suggested responsibility almost made him sweat.]

[kninja]

Hahaha, fine. I don't actually put much stock in ceremony, either. I just like trying on different titles to see what people do.

[The look some have given him for calling them 'Princess...']

[dullshooter]

That is so sick and twisted.

[kninja]

Yeah, I'm a bad guy like that.