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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front of Helios suites

[dullshooter]

[Misfire kind of sees Obi hanging around the front and doesn’t think much of it at first - but then he’s looking at the wall in that certain way, and talking to himself.]

Is he …?

[And then he goes. And Misfire is delighted.]

Haha! He’s actually doing it! The absolute madman!

[Misfire approaches closer to the front, even though Obi is getting further and further away, and cups his mouth to yell up at him.]

Hey! Loser! How’s the view?

[kninja]

[He makes a point of looking down at Misfire before answering with a shit-eating grin:]

Lousy!

[<3]

Hey, while you're down there, mind holding these for me? Thanks! You're a pal!

[Without waiting for an answer, Obi unclasps the stupid little shoulder-cape thing he's been wearing and lets it fall, followed by his overcoat. He doesn't seem to fear freeing one hand to do this, even if he's a decent way up.]

The windows I've passed have been boarded up so far, but you never know, right? Onward and upward.

[dullshooter]

[Okay, well he has to laugh at that.

Whilst Misfire holds his hands out to catch what Obi’s throwing down, but he’s just standing and reaching in the wrong place that it ends up landing in his face instead.

Eh, whatever works.]

If you fall off, I’m keeping this!

[A cape really isn’t a viable wardrobe choice, considering the whole wing thing. Absentmindedly, he fumbles around for any pockets on this thing.]

How boarded up are we talking? You think you could peep in or pull it off?

[Was there a rule about property damage? Eh - he can’t remember.]

[kninja]

Nah, sorry. The boards are on the inside, so I can’t do anything about them from here. Not without tools or better footing.

[The cape is just a useless piece of fabric, and while the coat may have pockets, they’re empty. That probably says less about Obi’s propensity to carry things and more about the likelihood his things were taken, so better luck next time, Misfire!

Unburdened, Obi climbs further, but chances another look down.]

…Are you going through my pockets?

[dullshooter]

[Of course, Obi chances a look right when he can be caught red handed.

Misfire looks up, frozen, like a deer in headlights.]

…
…
…Maybe

[kninja]

[Snickers.]

Sorry, bud, I got nothing on me. They took everything I had before I woke up here. What would you look for, anyway?

[dullshooter]

[He shrugs.]

Something important I could hold over your head as a bargaining chip later on?

[kninja]

Do I look like I'd carry anything like that?

[dullshooter]

Looks can be decieving. You could be the type of guy to carry a lucky toothbrush with you that you can't hope to function without. Who knows?

[He's just gonna. Fold the coat over his arm now. Give it a gentle pat. A light dusting off.]

That's where the fun is: the luck of the draw. 'Course, that means zilch if they're going to rob you before any of the rest of us have a chance to. I'm gonna put that down as another transgression Fondant's committed against us.

[The chances of him ever respecting Fontaine enough to get his name right are in the negatives.]

...Anything more exciting up there than boarded windows?

[kninja]

[He shakes his head, though whether it be at Misfire's question or Misfire himself is up for interpretation.]

Not yet. It's too bad. I wonder if there's a way inside from the roof...

[Unburdened from his heavier outerwear, Obi clambers even more freely upward like a weird, lanky squirrel. He peers into the next window up and shakes his head again.]

Nothing to see on this floor, anyway. What do you think, should I keep going?

[dullshooter]

You're already up this far, right? The worst you could find is nothing. Or a cruelly placed electric fence, but what are the chances?

[Keep going, lanky squirrel.]

[kninja]

[No, wait, what was that? Obi looks down, mystified.]

What's a... what-you-said fence?

[dullshooter]

An…electric fence? You know - touch it and you go bzzt bzzt?

[kninja]

Nnnnope, doesn't ring a bell. What does that mean, bzzt bzzt? Like bees? I'd get stung?

[dullshooter]

Doooooo you know what electricity is?

[kninja]

[Cheerfully:] Nope!

[dullshooter]

Right.

[And now, Misfire is faced with two moral paths. Whichever he chooses, there's no going back.]

...Don't worry about it. I'll give you the run down when you find out.

[kninja]

Hey, wait, what's that supposed to mean? Are you holding out on me?

[He manages to look mock-offended, even way up there, and puts a hand to his heart.]

I thought we were pals!

[dullshooter]

[Ok, he has to respect the borderline reckless commitment to the bit.]

We can't be pals; I don't even know what Obi is short for yet!

[kninja]

What? It's not short for anything, it's just my name!

[...Purportedly.]

[dullshooter]

Nu-uh. No way. You can't lie to me like that, buddy.

[He huffs, indignant. Then, after a moment, tilts his head with a squint.]

Really?

[kninja]

Really! My fake name is longer!

[That's not the problem here, Obi.]

[dullshooter]

A double bluff. I see your angle.

[You don't see shit, Misfire.]

What's the fake one?

[kninja]

That's something I'd only tell a pal.

[>:(]

[dullshooter]

[Misfire's face goes on a Journey.]

You drive a hard bargain. [Ugh!] Fine! We're pals. Official.