Week 2

[bathymetric]

Good morning, New Rapture. A new day is dawning.

It's now been a week since you were all captured. Perhaps you've already settled in. Perhaps you're already confident that you'll make it out of New Rapture alive. How serious about this could Mayor Fontaine possibly be, really?

While there still may not be much to do in your little hotel bubble, you've at least been granted a little more now - some kind of mysterious room and a sizeable library of all things. And in all the places you've looked so far, you've found valuable information, and even learned some of the story of New Rapture along the way.

Make sure to keep talking to the others! You want to keep those regain coins flowing, don't you?




SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[ ooc: Welcome to the second week of Unknown Seas Round 3! Please make sure to mark any investigation toplevels accordingly, and you can reach either Mayor Fontaine or Eleanor for conversations! ]

Comments

[capreelcious]

Heheh, thanks! And you got it~!

[ He snickers as he watches Misfire pile in from the mirror. ]

Come dance, Flying Fish!! I wanna see your moves!

[honeyedtea]

I see... it's good that you aren't hurt, but what a horrid thing to do to you, just for falling asleep somewhere you shouldn't. It isn't as though you did it on purpose.

[ Thus reassured though, she looks a bit less like she's about to burst into tears and she steps forward to try and peer through the mirror at the room beyond. ]

Such a small room... it's hardly a place you can make yourself comfortable. How long are you to be held here?

[capreelcious]

[ What...? Floyd immediately gets closer to the glass and it doesn't take long for him to spot his person. If fact, for a split second, anyone would think the mirror is back due to an almost spitting image on the other side.

Jade Leech, Floyd's twin brother is standing near the mirror, likely examining the containment cube he finds himself in before conversing with someone else. ]

Jade? Jade, can you hear me?

[ Floyd tries to tap on the glass to get his attention, but nothing. ]

[visiblepattern]

[Forrest, as usual, remains fairly far to the back of the group; he's just standing, quietly, until the captives are visible, at which point...

Well.

He doesn't have a big reaction; he doesn't try to break the glass, or pound on it, or anything of the sort. He just stares, and his eyes are wide for a long moment before they suddenly go cold.

He spends a long moment glaring at the glass before he turns and in a way he usually doesn't, he just shoves his way past as many people as he can. He doesn't want to be here, and the quiet, delicate nature is gone from his voice as he just focuses on leaving.]

Move.

[withagun]

[ The moment he sees her, nothing else matters. It's like he may as well be in this room alone, and her in that one.

Her. A worried-looking girl, damp like Hodaka was when he first arrived. Hina-san. ]

Hina— [ His voice catches and he's at the wall, pounding on it but to no avail. ] Hina-san!! Hina-san!!! No... Let her out! She doesn't- not her!!

[dullshooter]

[Entering the room, Misfire thinks this is a whole load of bull. Anything mandatory probably is. He's not taking it seriously and he's not bothering to act like he does.

But then the mirror shifts, and someone stands on the other side.

And then all that goes away.

Misfire runs up to the glass and - though he knows it won't break - gives it a good pounding. To get that someone's attention, at least.]

Grim?! Grimmy? Listen, just - stay calm. It's gonna be okay, alright? Play nice with everyone else. We're gonna get you out of there -

[He turns away from the glass, and to anyone - or no one in particular.]

If he - if he has one of his fits he's gonna - there's gonna be a whole fight and -

[Oh God, he really doesn't want to finish that thought.]

[timegazer]

[Yeah, Adaman's here and needless to say, he's not pleased. He's got Leafeon in tow, the little leafy fox just kind of following along and...let's be honest, they're both rolling their eyes at this at first.]

Spoiling us? Please. You ought to just give up on this farce at once--

[But then the glass on the mirror shifts, and Adaman's words die in his throat almost immediately.

There's so many people in there. So many that he cannot recognize, so many that maybe, just maybe, he's heard others speak of--but his eyes are only trained on one person, a young woman who looks about as tall as him, trying to help the other captives understand the situation they are all currently in and...

Adaman just goes very, very still, and in a contrast to the bombastic confidence he usually has on display, all he can manage is a soft, choked out word.]

...Mai...?

[...someone might. Wanna get him out of here, Leafeon's doing a herculean effort to try and get Adaman to move but uh. Oh boy.]

[specialyellthing]

[Zinda's pretty chill as the mirrors shift, taking in the people. She scans the crowd of people for a pair of wheels, for a woman with raven colored hair, or a pair of legs bedecked in fishnets.

When she actually catches sight of who is in there-- a pretty young woman with blonde hair, in a neat pink blazer, socializing-- Zinda pales. This is the first time anyone here has seen Zinda look afraid.

She needs to get her out of there. She needs to get that girl out of that place as soon as she can.

Zinda's not afraid of the mayor. She's not afraid of his threats. But she is afraid of what Tabby Brennan might do to those people.]

[vholran]

[ He can't say he's surprised...it's human nature. ]

Oh but of course. It does keep you occupied, if anything.

Not counting any sort of other miscellaneous antics you'll indulge in the midst of it.

[sastruga]

Huh?

[ Mafuyu doesn't spot her right away -- she's tucked away, in a corner, by herself. Quiet, she's pretty sure, though it's hard to tell. Truthfully, right now, Mafuyu isn't hearing much of anything besides a ringing in her ears.

Surely not. There's no way... ]

Miku...?

[ There's no mistaking her though. It couldn't be anyone else.

Except that's not possible, is it--]

H-How... No...

[vholran]

Odd that they'd keep a living thing in there.

[ But it is whatever. Technology has always been something that can be considered an enigma at times. Capable of many things that it shouldn't be. ]

...And this "Craigslist" is what?

[pairtner]

[Aiba stays hidden away, taking advantage of the number of people present to stay out of sight. When she sees Kaname Date on the other side of the glass, left eye always closed. He is examining the glass wall carefully, and doesn't seem too worried.

Aiba attempts to contact him covertly by sending her vision onto his brain. He wouldn't hear her voice, but maybe he could realize Aiba is nearby, given what he sees? Date doesn't react. Does that mean it isn't working? She can't tell.

.......

Oh well. She's sure it would be a net gain for Kaname Date to be in this city, even if he's locked into his own murdergame -- because Aiba would sooner or later reach him and then this whole scheme would go down. Aiba stays quiet, but inwardly she hopes nobody will kill.

...although inwardly, she knows this is a bit of a gamble. If she doesn't reach Kaname Date before too much time passes, things could get...pretty dicey for the other group]

[kninja]

[Obi's mid-yawn when the shoe drops and the glass goes clear. Suddenly, he's not sleepy anymore.]

My Lady!

[A young woman with hair red as apples stands in profile on the other side of the glass, oblivious to Obi's call. She doesn't stir from her calm, but worried conversation with some of the younger new captives, even when he bangs on the glass. Even when he retreats and then takes a running leap at the mirror, slamming his foot into it with as much force as he can muster. That had to hurt, but he just staggers back upright, registers that the glass remains unbroken and the captives haven't turned, and bangs his fists agains the mirror once more.]

My Lady! Why can't they hear us?!

[hotpaprika]

[Jonathan did not want to attend, he didn't want to give his captors the satisfaction of obedience. But... he was more scared what would happen if he didn't show up.

He looks anxiously at the mirror, unsure what to expect, but when the mirror becomes transparent he sees her

Mina.]

Mina... Mina oh dear god what have they done to you?!

[He rushes towards the pane, banging his fists much like he had on Sunday. He calls out to her in desperation. No response.

He looks around, eyes begging for help, when suddenly he notices Eleanor.

And rage suddenly overtakes him.]

You vile witch! You knew all along, didn't you?!

[Uh... someone might have to stop him he's gone feral as he approaches her.]

[onemillion]

[Rossiu freezes when the hostages are revealed. He scans the crowd looking for one of the two expected familiar faces... and finds a different one entirely. He's a friendly, bold man who doesn't seem to be all that bothered at all with a distinctive appearance (minus the star glasses) who's already talking with some of the other hostages.

Fontaine's words barely register at first because all Rossiu can do is stare as the gravity of the situation slowly sinks in. Though he finally does manage to get his expression under control as he turns to leave, it's obvious this has shaken him - literally, as his hands are trembling as he storms out.]

[vholran]

[ There is a man with snow white hair standing amongst the crowd, trying to act as a source of positivity amongst those captured.

Vholran? He simply lets out a dark, amused chuckle at this.

He's not bothered, no. Perhaps the best thing that can be said of it that he is simply. . . gleeful. ]

Go ahead! Do bring him if you dare.

It should be a result to remember.

[ Then he'll turn on the heel of his foot, laughing as he goes. This Mayor of theirs is truly a riot! ]

[capreelcious]

[ Floyd immediately goes to restrain him, arms wrapping around Jonathans waist and holding him back. As lanky as the eel is, he's pretty strong, and he will squeeze more if it gets the point across. ]

Don't. You can't touch her.

[ And with how close in proximity Jonathan is to Floyd, he can definitely see him just barely restraining himself from doing the same thing, his voice shaking just as well, trying to keep it together. ]

[specialyellthing]

[Zinda's got her hand on Jonathan's collar just as quick as Floyd moves for him.]

He's right, cuz. We have to be smart about this.

[honeyedtea]

[ It takes Mielle a moment to understand just what – and who – she's seeing. There are so few people left from home she has any reason to believe he'd bring and yet, somehow... it's still like getting a cluster of ice dropped into her stomach when her eyes settle on the beautiful blonde woman calmly mingling with the others on the opposite side of the glass.

The sleek blonde hair and her sharp green eyes probably make it obvious just who she's here for even before Mielle's soft voice trembles out of her. ]

S... sister...?

[ She's gone chalk white and she's shaking like a leaf, like a girl who's just seen a ghost. ]

You can't... you wouldn't...!

[dullshooter]

Being smart means ruling out all possible options, right? We should see if punching works.

[specialyellthing]

[ok but whats jonathan gonna do other than break his hand]

[kninja]

[Well, there's one thing he can think to try.

Within an hour of the announcement, Obi vanishes from the meeting room, returns with the pillow and blanket from his quarters, throws them on the floor, throws himself into the pile of them, and makes to go to sleep.

Night night, Night Knight!]

[dullshooter]

[Ok fair]

[fuckingguy]

[ Nandor starts out looking extremely uncomfortable for more opaque reasons, no pun intended: just like any other mirror, he's got no reflection in this one! He's sort of backing in against the wall and hiding behind whoever's tallest (so Gaius, I guess, RIP in fuck you poor man) in an attempt to make this less visibly obvious when the mirror changes, and any relief that might have brought is instantly vaporized by the sight of—

Is that a fucking gremlin? ]

—Shit, shit, shit! Again with this, are you kidding me?!

[ There's just a... there's just a guy in there. Just a little shriveled gargoyle-looking guy with a tail and wings, crouching and conversing (?????) with the others in an ancient tongue. Nandor rushes at the glass and starts rapping on it like the world's worst zoogoer, crying out: ]

Girlyjim! [ ... ] Glierijum? Gyarlirriierrrrm — it is impossible to pronounce your fucking name, okay, can you just answer please?!

[withagun]

[ Hodaka had settled into some kind of routine, here. Now, all of that's shattered.

It must not be healthy, but he spends as much time as possible in the meeting room, watching. As Hina interacts with the other hostages, as Hina rubs her arms to get herself warm, as Hina lives, as Hina breathes.

He wanted to know if she was okay. He wanted to see her again...but not like this. Not at all like this.

Most of the time he spends just sitting and watching, either in a chair or right up at the glass. He has to get something to eat. He has to feed Rain, who he left in his room out of worry about that mandatory attendance. He has to do anything other than this.

But he can't. He's stuck, unable to take his eyes off her, as if the moment he does, she'll disappear. ]