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

Literally only you would have to write that disclaimer

[dullshooter]

…You know, I thought I had a good understanding of this ‘man’ thing nailed down, but the more I talk to you, the less I believe that.

[bootyhunter]

Huh.

[Dandy isn't sure if he should take that as a compliment or an insult. He would posture more, but instead decides that it's far more important to taake stock of one very critical detail in this matter-]

I guess that depends on whether you consider yourself a man, doesn't it?

Although it kinda sounds like ya don't. There's no specific word for man robots, is there?

[Dandy has just always used "he" when describing QT, as that is what the talking appliance feels most comfortable with.]

[dullshooter]

[Here it comes, the great transformers gender discussion.]

We’re all pretty much the same in that department, so we’re all just ‘he’s’ as default, I guess. Except for Arcee - [And a bunch of Camians he hasn’t encountered yet.] - but I’m pretty sure she’d rather cut me in half than discuss the intricacies of gender with me.

[she’s got two fire swords. it’s kinda hot. LAUGH TRACK.]

So I guess…not? It’s not like I’ve ever really thought about it.

[bootyhunter]

Okay, but when has thinkin' ever does anyone any favors. I'd rather just do! That way, you get your hands all over soooo much more cool stuff!

[This is Dandy's problem.]

[dullshooter]

Please, explain what I should ‘do’ in this situation.

[It’s gonna be stupid.]

[bootyhunter]

[Spoken without missing a beat:]

Throw a dumbbell at a dumb bro and see if the bruises on his face make him less attractive to women.

[dullshooter]

And that’s supposed to determine whether or not I’m a man…how?

[Not that he’s against the violence. He loves the violence.]

[bootyhunter]

It'll certify that you're top of the food chain.

[Also, in the unlikely event that Misfire does take Dandy's advice, the robot will be helping the alien hunter kill two birds with one stone. This way, Dandy doesn't have to do any of the dirty work, and he'll be one step closer to being the sexy seductresses' only option for any sort of debauched mating ritual.]

[dullshooter]

Oh, no. Absolutely not.

[He waves his hands.]

That’s way too much responsibility.

[He’s what they call a ‘beta male’.]

[bootyhunter]

Oh c'mon, Dolty-Bolts!

[That's not Misfire's real name...]

You've got robo-arms, which means your aim's already pre-calculated for ya, right? It'll be a cinch! All you gotta do is get in one biiiiig, ugly shiner on the other guy.

[dullshooter]

I can't tell if I should be touched that you have that much faith in me despite my name literally being 'Misfire', or if you're really that stupid.

[bootyhunter]

As long as it's not me you're firin' at, I could care less!

[He sighs! What is this lack of self confidence...]

'Sides, it's not like you gave yourself that name, am I right?

[dullshooter]

[That's the problem. It's never the guy he's firing at.]

Well, in a way, no. But also, in a way, yes.

[bootyhunter]

Sounds to me like you've got low self-esteem, baby.

[He's also trying to sound smart because... Those two statements don't sound like the co-exist easily.]

[dullshooter]

What are you, a psychiatrist?

[bootyhunter]

I may not have gone to medical school...!

[This is probably an important time to highlight that Dandy never even finished high school of all things...]

But I am a professional when it comes to the anatomy of the female body.

[Also untrue, if you asked him where the "labia" was he'd probably point to the anus-]

Alas. There's no license for love.

[He'd be one of those people who'd be rejected upon each application.]

[dullshooter]

...You know what, that's on me for asking.

[He should know Dandy's Like This enough by now.]

I don't have 'low self esteem', I just have...well managed expectations.

[bootyhunter]

Shorten that and ya get, "Gosh darn it!"

[That's not exactly shorter-]

"Damn it all to Hell and back, baby! I really hate myself. I wanna walk right into a stinky-ass garbage dump."

[That's not shorter either.]

'Least that's what I'm gettin'! Come on, Robo-cops-a-feel!

[NO!!!!!]

You're here! You're blocky, blockhead! So that means you count.

[He's gonna gently bump at... Whatever of Misfire Dandy can reach with his own shoulder, rip]

[dullshooter]

…

[????]

…Thanks???

[He’s so confused. This conversation happened so much.]

and end thread?

[bootyhunter]

You're welcome!

[And now, he is fingergunning for no reason. He's literally fingergunning and walking up, up, and away from this situation.]

I'm awesome, I know.

[As usual, Dandy has seemingly done nothing of importance- Except give whoever he was interacting with all the ingredients to cause a big headache.]