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

[fuckingguy]

Ah, a curious thing indeed. I cannot say I have noticed a discrepancy myself, but, you know, not really much of a flower guy.

[ nandor the relentless has canonically forgotten the name for roses! he only is going to notice plants that are related to garlic so he can get mad about them! ]

Perhaps the cidertronium is not the only alien in this city.

[kninja]

Theeeeeee what?

[Oh my god, Nandor, Obi doesn't even know what a robot is.]

[fuckingguy]

Oh, have you not met him? He's big and metal, it's pretty hard to miss.

[ oh that reminds him-- ]

Misfire! That was the name.

[kninja]

Ohh! Yeah, we've met. I like him, he's pretty funny once you get past talking to metal.

[...]

But I don't know what the other things you said are. I thought maybe it's all armor?

[fuckingguy]

A reasonable conclusion... but, apparently, the wrong one. He is an alien.

[ He says, like he really knows what it means and didn't think the sun orbited the earth just a few months ago! ]

In the sense that he is originally from another planet. Like, the moon or something?

[kninja]

Ohhhhhh. [And then, because Obi is not immune to manga gender stereotypes even though he comes from a pseudo-medieval world with no concept of BOYS GOTTA LOVE SCI-FI:] Cool.

Wait, but aren't we all from different worlds? Or planets, I mean? I heard it was like a flaky pastry, we're all from different layers.

[fuckingguy]

... Shit, are we?

[kninja]

That's what people tell me. I haven't even heard of this Earth place Li'l Daka and folks are from.

[HE'S AN ALIEN, TOO]

[fuckingguy]

[ OH MY GOD??

... is not an appropriate expression to be using even in the bracket text of a character like this, really, but it gets to the spirit of the thing ]

Where are you from, then?

[kninja]

The Kingdom of Clarines. Ever heard of it?

[He's gradually resigning himself to the idea that no one has.]

[fuckingguy]

Oh! I think that is some kind of fruit.

[ Clementines? Tangerines? Extremely unclear what the fuck caused him to come to this conclusion! ]

... So, as you can see, the answer to the question is no.

[kninja]

[He laughs aloud, hand on his belly.]

A fruit! Haven't gotten that one yet! Oh, man.

[Obi settles, still grinning.]

It's all right, no one else here has heard of it, either. I guess I'm from farther away than most. What about you?

[fuckingguy]

[ In a display of truly uncharacteristic savvy, Nandor looks at Obi's clothes, thinks about what he's just said re: scientific knowledge, and... decides it's worth a shot asking him about a country that dissolved in 1401. But also, Obi said that none of the plants he knows match up, so this is still a very stupid question! ]

You wouldn't happen to have heard of Al Qolnidar?

[kninja]

Can't say I have. Where's that?

[fuckingguy]

Southern Iran.

[ Which is surely an equally relevant location that Obi knows of! ]

I am thinking we are from different pastries.

[kninja]

Prolly. Can mine be one with peppers? Those are good, mmmmm-mmm.

[fuckingguy]

[ He's quiet for a second, thinking about what kind of pastry Staten Island would be and looking, honestly, a little nauseated. Then he remembers the guy asked a question before dragging him into the disgusting consideration of human food! ]

I... don't eat pastries, so you should just go with whatever. [ nandor there are no actual pastries here, it's a metaphor, what the fuck are you talking about ] Also, hi.

[kninja]

Hi! [He takes the belated greeting in stride.] I'm Obi, by the way. Don't think we've gotten to talk yet.

[fuckingguy]

We have not. [ A beat. ] But, we are talking now.

[ a name, sir? your name?? ]

... And it is Nandor. A pleasure to meet you, Obi. [ He's added the corollary that this sucks shit so nobody is pleased about five times already, so at this point it's got to be assumed, right? ]