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

[sastruga]

I'm very confident I'll be able to. I don't exactly want to end up as Harker-san did, either...

[Things that looked fun: not that.]

I know my limits pretty well.

[sastruga]

Ah, Morishima-san! Hm, that's right. I'm trying to stay up to date on my studies, even if only a little...

[onemillion]

[Though he does notice Forrest enter, Rossiu doesn't look over. He figures that everyone has their own reasons for wanting to see the hostages and it might be rude to ask about it. Besides, there's... a lot he still has to sort through with regards to his own.

But when Forrest speaks up he turns, not exactly bothered by the interruption given that it's far better than being lost in his thoughts right now.]

It has, yes. That's to be expected, I suppose, given the point of this.

[Thanks, murdergame!! But yeah, he imagines Forrest is calm for the same reason his response is so evenly measured - because someone has to be.]

I'll be fine. It's something of a shock; I was expecting someone else.

[His gaze drifts back to Simon, who still seems to be doing just fine despite the situation.]

[timegazer]

[...Oh. Adaman was expecting someone else to be in here when he came in; he'd be foolish not to, all be told, but he certainly wasn't expecting to hear singing like that. As Adaman walks in, he pauses briefly to let Mafuyu sing, and...

...Well, hopefully she doesn't mind a polite bit of clapping from the door. Adaman will at least make his presence known, after.]

Ah--my apologies, Mafuyu. I did not want to disturb you. Is now a bad time to come in?

[withagun]

As much of a traditional Japanese breakfast as I can make.

We have rice, [ he gestures to the rice cooker, ] and miso soup, [ to the simmering saucepan ] and as a substitute for grilled fish, tamagoyaki. [ and last but not least to the plated and cooling tamagoyaki, which is probably what Obi's smelling most, since Hodaka just finished it. ]

[dullshooter]

[Misfire watches Mai as Adaman elaborates. It's good to have some context for the people he's watching middling about - though, honestly, he hasn't been wondering about them too much.]

Sounds like the exact kind of person you'd want in a situation like this. [He points to the giant robot on the other side of the glass, which is pretty redundant, considering no one else here is likely to be besties with a giant robot.] See that guy there? That's Grimlock. And even though he looks absolutely terrifying, he actually needs help being taken care of.

[He has to wonder how much Grimlock even understands of what's going on.]

Even though I'm pretty sure we can all agree that none of us are glad about any of this - I'm glad he's in there with someone like your sister.

[sastruga]

...

[She pauses, finally, in her singing. While she does look up, it's... a little slow, almost as if on a delay. Something about the look in Mafuyu's eyes right now is... off. Not as lively as usual.

No surprise, of course. This is hitting hard for everyone.]

It's... one of Miku's songs.

...I know she can't hear me right now. But... somehow, I felt like I had to sing, anyway...

[Something hurts... in her chest. How odd.]

[hotpaprika]

[His face flushes slightly at the invitation, unsure how to respond at first. But, well, he was here to purposefully break the rules imposed on them, so it felt kind of silly to worry about being proper. Besides, he trusted Obi, and even if someone tried something while they slept, he believed Obi would be able to take care of it.]

Thank you, I could use a partner right about now.

[He awkwardly sits down next to Obi and covers himself in the blanket. After settling in, he finds himself staring at Mina, who was currently staring through the mirror in deep thought.]

Oh how I longed to see her beautiful face again, but if I had known this was the only way we could reunite...

[He trails off. No, he cannot get weepy right now. He had to be strong.]

[withagun]

What...kinds of things do you write about? I could keep a look out...?

[timegazer]

[...Right. Some of them are going to need food, aren't they? He wouldn't be surprised if some of them spend their whole nights there--despite the punishment, despite everything going on. Maybe...]

...We will. We have to; we cannot just let the Mayor get away with this. And so long as there is a will, there must be a way...

[...Give him a second to wipe his eyes a bit, but--]

...Thank you, Joy.

[It's softer than his usual, but no less appreciative.]

[visiblepattern]

He was technically truthful in that none of them seem to be injured. That's what he promised, isn't it? That he didn't harm anyone. I suppose that he never promised that anyone else wouldn't.

[His tone remains even; his gaze darts back out into the group, seeking out one person in particular. He points her out easily - a girl perhaps somewhat younger than Forrest, though not by much. Her hair is darker, and her style of clothing is far different as compared to his; she's sitting near someone, and she seems to be doing...well, something similar to what he's doing, trying to maintain cheerfulness. She hasn't had anywhere to clean herself up, though; it's more obvious that she's been crying.]

Her name is Midori. She's in the army with me.

[His demeanor shifts a bit, then. It takes him a moment to continue.]

Midori is my wife. We married recently.

[withagun]

[ A real Leafeon is sniffing him. Hodaka's amazed, astonished, absolutely overjoyed. He gasps as he holds out a hand, trying to remain respectful and still. ]

Oh my god. Oh my god. H- hi, Leafeon...!

[giddyundertaker]

[ Quite a few loved ones have been gathered in that room. For most of them, it's clear whose world they must have come from...

And then there's this nerd.

A guy wearing a lab coat with sandals and socks, pushing up his glasses as he awkwardly chats with the other captives. Now who on earth is this guy supposed to scare? A 21st century office worker?

...

The Undertaker waits until his peers have failed to get the captives' attention before getting closer to the glass. It takes him a moment before he spots the out-of-place nerd amongst the crowd... ]

Ah... Our mayor is making a mistake...

[ He mutters this under his breath with a smile. He watches the captives milling about for a minute more before pulling away to head out the door. ]

[kninja]

…

[He doesn’t answer right away, but when he does, it’s with a sigh.]

Yeah. Kinda feel like I brought this on, somehow. Brett and I were chatting one night about how we wouldn’t want the people we care about here. No matter how much we miss ‘em.

[He’s trying not to stare at Shirayuki. He knows that if he does, he’ll never fall asleep.]

Master’s gonna skin me. It’s one thing for me to wind up in a place like this. But both of us…

[fuckingguy]

[ Well, there's one guy who's absolutely not going to be staying in the meeting room later today, and that one guy is Nandor the Relentless! After the motive has been made clear and he's run off to the sound of the Curb Your Enthusiasm theme, he disappears into his room in Suite 1 for the rest of the day. Inside that room, it's unclear whether or not he slumbers at all. But late at night he emerges back into the halls, and he starts what's kind of, sort of, a patrol. This mostly consists of him stomping from room to room with a dour expression and making sure nobody's asleep in the restaurant or something, and occasionally checking in on any fringe cases with an out-loud "are you slumbering?" But as excited as Nandor usually is to assert his authority obnoxiously onto others, his heart simply isn't in it tonight. He, too, is tired. He's tired, and he's hungry, and the fate of all vampirekind is on his shoulders again.

While he mostly avoids the second floor, including the library, he does briefly visit to peek into the meeting room. Given the state of all our collective toplevels, he sees at least one person inside, frowns, and quietly closes the door again. Under his breath: ]

Eesh.

[ He does rounds of the pool and the garden repeatedly, then lingers in the hall of the founders, staring down the blocked-off areas like he's thinking about trying the doors, before returning to the garden in the wee hours of Wednesday morning. Once he's certain he's alone there, he settles down on a patch of grass and stares up at the nonexistent sky — and there he stays, still and silent, until well after "sunrise." ]

[withagun]

[ That's smart! Hodaka has simply just never left and has nothing to do. Didn't even bring his cat. ]

I won't. [ Hodaka seems firm and certain, in this. ] I'm not gonna fall asleep and leave her here alone.

[sastruga]

[Ah.

She's starting to see, now.]

...Do you think that will work?

[withagun]

[ How does he do that, Hodaka wonders? How does he keep so...completely put together? Hodaka finds himself almost envious. ]

Mmhm. [ He nods and takes a seat next to the reinforced glass separating them from their loved ones. ] She... Her name is Hina. Hina Amano.

[kninja]

I think it’s worth a shot. Besides, I’m soooooo tired, I couldn’t possibly make it back to my room.

[He opens his mouth in a big, showy yawn, smacks his lips, and nuzzles his head further into his pillow.]

[pairtner]

[During Tuesday, Aiba had tried to be subtle. An advantage of being what she is is that she doesn't have any biological needs that may keep her away from the meeting room. If there were any electrical outlets there, she could get her battery charged every once in a while.

What she did was to attempt to get in contact with him. Date's brain has a receptor for her transmissions, and she attempted to do that, for many many many hours. Even when she was hiding while somebody else was in the room, she continued. Never once tried to talk to anybody else who was here.

By Wednesday, once it was clear there was going to be no way to get in touch with Date, Aiba changed plans: try to break him out. And to do that, she also would have to forgo her secrecy. Reaching Date ranked far higher in her list of priorities now, for so many reasons. Hiding away her real form...it didn't seem so important anymore. More than anything she wanted to reach him.

Even though she still is sure Date being in this underwater city is a mostly positive development, given he's reasonably competent and this would dramatically heighten the possibility of working with him to solve this situation, she also has many reasons to want him out of that room right away...or at least, have him within reach.

Meeting Room

When you enter the meeting room you'll find it in some havoc. There are objects strewn here. Are there usually objects strewn here? Probably not -- Aiba brought them herself, and began throwing them at the glass. Nobody on the other side of the glass has reacted at all to what she's doing.

Anyone coming will find a chair being lifted by one of its legs, by a weird thing standing on the floor. Even though the chair is many times larger than her, she still holds it aloft with no issues. The thing looks at whoever entered and then throws the chair at the glass, the chair bouncing and falling to the floor.

[dullshooter]

Right.

[Misfire doesn't want to lecture the kid, because that's not what he does. He's aggressively not the guy who lectures. But he can also tell that Hodaka's probably not thinking the most rationally right now.]

'Cause - I'm not an expert by any means, but - I think at a certain point your bodies just force you to. Or it starts going crazy.

[withagun]

Really...? [ Hodaka tilts his head. ] Why's that?

[kninja]

Oh! Yasuhiro mentioned that before—the miso, I mean. I’ve never heard of it.

[Because he’s a nosy cat, Obi checks everything out, even closing his eyes and he breathes in the scent of each dish.]

Mmmmm. So this is the sort of thing you usually eat for breakfast, Li’l Daka?

[withagun]

Yeah.

[ He nods, but he doesn’t say much more for a moment. ]

Mai… Which one…?

lobby

[sixthnonsense]

[Hagakure manages to drag himself away from the meeting room for a little while. It was getting understandably crowded, and while he didn't have any shame in people seeing him cry, he figured the others deserved time at the glass wall too.

He's doing a bit of aimless wandering when he comes across Forrest in the lobby, along with something familiar.]

Oh! [A brief amount of excitement escapes him.] That's...

[But it dies down when he sees the state of his poor crystal ball. Yeah, that's right. Leon broke it when he was trying to get rid of evidence...

He's back to being glum when he finishes that line of thought.]

That's my crystal ball.