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

[hotpaprika]

[The panic is stark in his eyes, and his knuckles are already starting to look raw from banging his fists on the glass.

However...]

A cage dance...?

[He nods in response.]

Y... yes. Thank God I can hear you.

[bootyhunter]

I'd take the time to explain it to ya, but you seem spooked enough as it is.

[Dandy places his palm on the glass, grinning at the poor captive from the other side. The shit-eating expression on the alien hunter's face, surprisingly enough, is one he's sporting in hopes of comforting the other man.

Dandy suddenly catches sight of those red fists, keeping cool whilst he continues to speak.]

Whoa! Okay, tiger, first thing's first- Leave the wall bangin' to the folks on the outside! There's a crapton of us and only one of you, right?

So, relaaax! Or, welp- Maybe just stop hittin' stuff.

[hotpaprika]

I suppose, it's simply that... [He's unsure how to finish that statement at first.] I am aware of the timer on the wall, but I am unsure if the Mayor will simply let me leave once it's up, or if he has further torment in mind for me. I am not eager to see which it is when I do not even have anything to distract me from my fears.

[bootyhunter]

He doesn't seem very hands-on, though.

[is dandy using proper deductive reasoning in this tag? am i ooc]

He said that even if we didn't boink each other into the afterlife right away... That he'd wait, right? That doodlebrain isn't planning on gettin' his hairy knuckles dirty.

Which means you're probably safe!

[hotpaprika]

I hope you're right. It is dreadful being here already, and knowing that I am completely helpless to whatever the Mayor has in store for me is positively terrifying.

[bootyhunter]

[So, Jonathan is panicking, which is understandable considering that he seems more like a professional hostage than an old-timey litigator at this point.]

Well, it's too bad you're married!

[um, hello-]

Otherwise this'd be a great way to snag some pity points with the ladies, Jonny-baby.

[Cue a terrifyingly fluid brow-waggle...]

I'm almost jealous! Except not, 'cause uh, nobody puts Dandy in a corner without gettin' a fistful of revenge-sauce. Or an earful of verbal shloopy-schlop!

[hotpaprika]

H-huh?!

[His face flushes in shock, both from the suddenness of that statement while he's melting down , and just the content of it.

As he continues he's still a little flustered by the sudden change of topic, but he relaxes somewhat.]

I wish I could find a way to fight back against this, but I haven't any idea how to accomplish that. If falling asleep in the wrong place lands me here I do not want to learn what he does if I do anything more severe.

[bootyhunter]

Yo! Jonny, baby! Don't worry! Everything's gonna be aaaaall right.

[Jonathan's nervous blathering has given Dandy a little idea. He lets the other man squirm for a time, then approaching the glass once more. When he makes eye contact with Dracula's former prisoner again, his voice gains a suspiciously saccharine sing-songyness.]

Since you and the Mayor have been gettin' so chummy and all, what with you two kinda-sorta spendin' a whole buncha time together, I got a proposition for ya. I mean, it's obvious, my guy! You're a lover, not a fighter!

[While that much may be true-]

So blow him kiss or some shit.

See if he's into it. It's either that or he'll throw ya into another jail. Maybe we've been barkin' up the wrong language tree at the guy! Mebbe he 's fluent in bawdy.

[bawdy... bawdy language

did that make sense??? idk]

[hotpaprika]

[Jonathan opens his mouth

Then closes this again

Then paces around the room, trying to figure out if he somehow misheard

Then he stops and stares at Dandy

Finally, he speaks.]

Are you suggesting that I seduce the Mayor?!

[He sounds outright offended by this.]

What... what made you think that either of us are into men like that?

[bootyhunter]

You don't have to be into it! Not actually!

You just gotta give him a star performance. Pour some liquor down your throat and muss up your hair! It'll be fiiiiiine.