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

[bootyhunter]

[Dandy continues to watch Jonathan, allowing the other man a minute or two to run the gamut of whatever powerful emotions he's experiencing. It's funny- Dandy doesn't do so well in situations where he's stranded and left to the vast recesses of space. He may be an idiot, but he's an idiot who is well aware of how deeply terrifying the unknown can be, and dying a slow, painful death on his own just isn't the Dandy way to go!

This place, and this accursed situation, is not ideal, but not yet hopeless, either. At the very least, they have each other.]

I thought you said you were a gentleman, baby!

[He perks up with a seemingly inappropriate amount of pep, though the sentence that follows is much kinder in tone.]

And those guys never give up, right?

Yeah! This place is the pits, I'll give ya that. On the upside, though, there's grub we can count on and a whole buncha looneys locked up in here with ya, so...

You don't have to do this alone, y'know.

[hotpaprika]

[There is a jolt of shock when Dandy suddenly starts cheerfully shouting at him. But when his brain absorbs what he's saying, that he's trying to cheer him up.

He feels himself tearing up again, but for an entirely different reason.]

Y... you're right. I'm not alone anymore. I just need to remember that I am no longer forced to fend for myself. Thank you Dandy, I'm surprised I forgot about that.

[bootyhunter]

Definitely not! It's easy to forget, though, I think.

[Even in large groups, dire situations like this can be... Lonely.

Wait, fuck. How does he know that?

Dandy can't place the memory, exactly- But he can feel it.]

So cheer up, or what-the-frick-ever.

[hotpaprika]

[He chuckles to himself, and a brief thought crosses his mind that he wants to thank Dandy in some way. It only takes a split second to remember something and he reaches into his jacket before pulling out a flask.]

I found this while I was doing some investigation earlier. I'm trying to savor this because I do not know when I can get more to drink, but perhaps we could take a quick shot together.

[bootyhunter]

Right now?

Are you sure?

[His voice sounds teasingly affectionate.]

Maybe you should finish crying first.

[hotpaprika]

[He laughs, taking out a handkerchief and dabbing his eyes.]

I'm done crying for now, I promise.

[bootyhunter]

[Dandy's lips curve upwards into a smile. He usually despises spending too much time in one place, unless involves lounging in the arms of a beautiful woman or oogling jiggly waitresses at Boobies. But Dandy, not one to typically sweat the small stuff or spend too much time musing as to why he feels the way he does, doesn't seem to realize-]

Now that I think about it, tears are drinkable too!

[That his desire to touch, to feel, to be physical and flirtatious-]

So if manage to cry into your booze, it's just gonna be a little salty.

[Stems from the loneliness of being incessantly and constantly alive.

Even if he manages to die here.]

And we've all tasted weirder things!