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

[specialyellthing]

Whatcha got there champ? [She squints, then-- lets out a hearty laugh.]

Oh man! Nobody does that anymore, but I remember when Pops made me take a class on it-- thought he was makin' a real good secretary outta me. [... Yeah. Jonathan can probably tell, from Zinda's everything, that she wasn't a secretary.]

[hotpaprika]

[He smiles sheepishly as he sets down his pen.]

They don't? That's quite a shame; I think it's so useful for writing yourself quick little notes!

[He looks away briefly.]

And... it's quite useful to hide secrets in case someone can't read it.

[specialyellthing]

Kids can barely read cursive these days. Don’t blame em, though. They got all sortsa fancy new technology.

[She gives a good laugh, and invites herself to sit down.]

You gotta lot of secrets, Champ?

[hotpaprika]

[He laughs, although it's slightly strained.]

Nothing I can't tell you but... [He frowns looking at the notes.] I want to be careful if Mayor Fontaine ever confiscate my papers; I'm hoping he can't read shorthand either.

[specialyellthing]

No worries. I’m not snoopin, and it’s a pretty smart idea. You keep usin that big brain of yours.

[hotpaprika]

I don't know why you're so nice to me, Miss Blake. We've only just met after all.

[He is absolutely smiling like a dork, despite that. His expression soon mellows as he picks up a sheet.]

To be truthful, some of these are actually for Mina, my fiancee. It... may be a vain hope, but I'm going to try to convince Eleanor to send a message to her so she is aware of... what's become of me.

[specialyellthing]

I'm pretty good at sussin' out people's intentions. And I've got a good feelin' about you. [And... he proves his point further by bringing up Mina.]

Letters to your sweetie back home, huh? Good for you. What's she like? I'll bet she's real pretty.

[hotpaprika]

I have a good feeling about you as well.

[He smiles at Zinda before turning back to the letter.]

Oh, she's gorgeous, and is the most intelligent person I know. She's so gentle, but so determined in everything she does. She is truly my dearest friend and I feel so fortunate that she chose me out of every man in London.

[specialyellthing]

[Zinda had been imagining someone like a church mouse at first, but as Jonathan speaks, she realizes that maybe there's a little more to this girl of his. It makes sense. He seems like he could use someone with a little spark.]

Gorgeous, determined and gentle, huh? Sounds like you are the luckiest man in London.