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! ]

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[dullshooter]

[Squints.]

Did I? Where did you even come from?!

[pairtner]

I walked.

[This excuse won't pass muster around here anymore, that's for sure]

[dullshooter]

From…where? The floor?

[pairtner]

Don't change the subject from the grievous assault you committed on me, Misfire!

[Smooth, Aiba]

[dullshooter]

You’re the one changing the subject! Plus, I wasn’t even aiming for you!

[Thats your PROBLEM misfire]

[pairtner]

Allow me to make a query: did you get your name before your flaws in shooting were discovered, or was it afterwards?

[Rude, Aiba]

[dullshooter]

Great question! After. I used to be called Flyhigh.

[Which is a stupid name. Oh check out Flyhigh, what can he do? Fly high? So can anyone who turns into a plane. It's not very distinguishing. You're not special, mate.]

I feel like Misfire's a better conversation starter.

[pairtner]

Perhaps it is. You're a strange one. Most wouldn't feel nearly as flattered over having such a name.

[Aiba is pretty judgmental about a name, for someone whose nomenclature is like three puns about eyes and AI at once]

[dullshooter]

[Maybe not flattered, but...]

It makes me memorable. "Hey, remember that guy who shot like 12 of our guys?" "Oh yeah! Misfire! I'll never forgive him!" ...you know, that kind of thing.

[He shrugs.]

I mean, what else am I supposed to do? Insist everyone calls me Flyhigh and cry about it every night when they don't?

[pairtner]

I suppose you're right...

[Oh, oh hey, since he's here, there's a question she would like to ask:]

Are you really a few million years old?

[dullshooter]

Yep. Nothing special about it, my species just lives for a while. Come to think of it, that’s probably why we’re all so eager to kill each other.

[pairtner]

[Uf, that's a long existence. Aiba is functionally immortal -- as long as her backups exist, she can just be downloaded into a new vessel as many times as it takes. Still, she most likely won't exist for million of years]

Your species is very unlucky. Conceptually, such a long existence is a nightmare.

[Not that she would wish you to die soon, goodness]

[dullshooter]

[A finger curls on the monkey's paw.]

Honestly, the worst part of it is really finding new ways to pass the time. Which wasn't much of a problem when we were at constant war. On account of always having constant war. But now? We've got to find antics. Which, in fairness, hasn't been too much of an issue. You could even say that this little New Rapture adventure is just another instalment of that, which we'll all laugh about if we make it out of this alive.