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.




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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

pool

[inaclearing]

I'd love some books. For some reason, I'm not getting a lot of writing done.

[It's sarcastic; the reasons are stress over the whole murder dungeon beneath the sea thing! Brett's in the pool, just sort of paddling around without any real purpose.]

[prompocalypse]

Can't imagine why. I've heard life or death stakes are great for artistic inspiration.

[She looks over at him in the pool.]

You're a writer, then?

[inaclearing]

Yeah. Creative non-fiction, mostly. Telling about something that really happened, but as a story, not just a report. I've always felt like you lose something, when you leave out the emotion - it's like your subjects aren't real people anymore.

[He shrugs, a little sheepish.]

I wrote down some notes about what happened yesterday, but - not for any reason, I think. Maybe just to process.

[prompocalypse]

Ohh, that's super interesting! Yeah, I've gotten that feeling before when I've had to write reports on my quests for school and stuff. It feels too clinical and stiff, you know?

Could I have a look at what you've written?

[inaclearing]

Sure.

[He flips the notebook shut and offers it to her. Most of it is really just notes - he's copied out all of the profiles with a few personal observations about people he met. They're pretty much all factual, though, things like how Hodaka was soaked to the bone, or Forrest was upset and sitting alone. Not a lot of personal opinions.

After, he's also written up a summary of the confrontation with the Mayor and Eleanor. This is where his own thoughts come into play, mostly in the form of speculation about the two of them. It seems like he's concerned about Eleanor.

As she looks at it, Brett keeps talking.]

If I were writing about this for real, I'd get everyone's permission first. Maybe run some of it by them, before I put it out there. All of you, at least - I don't feel like I want the Mayor's approval on anything I say. But I won't. This isn't the kind of thing I could share, back home.

[Assuming he gets home again.]

[prompocalypse]

[She reads over it, smiling at the notes about Eleanor. Everyone's concerned about Eleanor. They probably should be, all things considered.]

I feel like you could probably play it off as fictional, if you did want to publish it?

[inaclearing]

I don't know if I'd want to.

[It's already been a bit traumatizing. To have people treating it like it's just some story he came up with...]

Maybe depending on how it all goes. I've never written much fiction before, but there's a first time for everything. I don't think anyone would question it.

[prompocalypse]

Well... you have my permission write about me. Even if I die.

I wouldn't want to die with nothing to show for it, you know?

[Her tone's a bit wistful, like she's thought about it a lot. This is a normal conversation to have.]

[inaclearing]

...it wouldn't bother you, being remembered as a fictional character in some guy's weird sci-fi murder mystery?

[Brett seems to slide into the wistfulness easily enough himself. Seems normal!]

[prompocalypse]

It's better than dying and not being reminded at all. I always found it a bit like... romantic, turning into a story after death. It's better than the alternative where you just lose yourself and forget.

[inaclearing]

...yeah. Okay, I get that.

[Brett's quiet for a moment, contemplative. That's just the kind of conversation this is. But after that moment, he smiles.]

Maybe I'll make you the main character. You're probably more interesting than I am.