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

[bathymetric]

[ Sure! There's not a lot else besides the machines and this, after all.

Is that something under the stack of towels? ]

[howveryglib]

[he knew that trying to get the bottom towel in the stack would turn out well!!

What has he found, then?]

[bathymetric]

[ It's an audio tape! ]

[howveryglib]

[Oh boy!

...I don't really know if audio tapes exist in Garlemald or if it's all fuckin' tomestones and shit, but he's tech savvy enough that he can probably figure it out when he gets a chance. Which... he'll probably do now before going to exercise, actually. Is there anything that might play it around presently or should he head back to a radio?]

[bathymetric]

[ It's gonna have to be a radio, yeah. ]

[howveryglib]

[All right! He'll head back to the radio and pop that cassette in. Let's see what's on this!]

[bathymetric]

[ It's an accented man's voice - it matches the recording from the lobby, actually, if the tapes are ever compared against each other. ]

Work, work, work. You know, it's funny. Outside of this hotel and the Founders' neck of the woods, every idiot worker bee in this town's stuck with weights and punching bags to work out. Or you can take a run in the park, if you don't mind running underneath AND above schools of fish. Long as I change the towels on time, though, I get to use all these fancy machines. They're going on the open market next year, or so they say. But I'll stick to sneaking my fancy runs in for free, if it's all the same to them.

[ And that's the gym cleared of evidence! ]