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

[inaclearing]

I think they do that with paintball. Corporate team-building stuff. We're learning how to work as a team, or something like that - if we weren't shooting each other.

[dullshooter]

No, see, by shooting at each other, we get rid of all our pent up aggression and hatred which stops us from actually killing each other. Team. Building.

[inaclearing]

Is that what that is?

[Well, close enough, he supposes.]

I didn't realize you had that much pent-up anger already. [He's joking]

[dullshooter]

I may not look like it, but beneath the surface is an uncontrollable being of pure rage.

[Also joking.]

[inaclearing]

Wow. A ticking time bomb, I guess we'd all better watch out.

[dullshooter]

Oh, yeah. It’s a matter of when, not if.

[inaclearing]

Ka-boom. No survivors.

[dullshooter]

This is how we win.

[inaclearing]

A Pyrrhic victory. Take him down with us.

[...]

That must be why he's all the way across the city.

[dullshooter]

Absolutely. He thinks he’s out of blast radius.

The operative word being thinks.

[inaclearing]

It'd be fitting. For him to die down here in this stupid gaudy place he created. Hoist by his own petard!