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

[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.

[sixthnonsense]

[Pretty much the first thing that Hagakure does when he finally wakes up on Wednesday is to check the meeting room again in the hopes that he just dreamed everything that happened with the motive yesterday. Unfortunately, that was not the case and the captives are still there. However, something else is there too. Something very familiar.]

H-Huh?!

[That's the weird little eyeball he found last week???? And it's got a body n--

Aaaand there goes the chair into the glass. Hagakure jumps at this, then goes back to being utterly taken aback by the eyeball creature.]

The eyeball was an alien this whole time?!

[pairtner]

Why do you always go for the most illogical conclusion?

[Aiba, just what exactly is the logical conclusion when seeing you for the first time?]

1/2

[sixthnonsense]

[...wait, that voice...]

[sixthnonsense]

AIBO?!?!?!

[This nickname is now double-pronged.]

[pairtner]

The one and only.

[She says and grabs the chair again, hefting it up]

Try not to stick me in random places this time, Yasuhiro Hagakure.

[Not that she was upset about it]

[visiblepattern]

[...He'd come in here to check on Midori. Right now, he's just sort of staring at the spectacle, because what. What.

Honestly, it takes him a moment to register that anything is even holding the chair aloft, it's just hanging there in the air before it goes flying across the room, but then he gets into a better position and... No, no, that's even weirder than the flying chair, what the - ]

Ah... Am I interrupting something?

[He asks, ever-polite. Even to the...whatever this is.]

[pairtner]

You're interrupting a prison break.

[Well at least she isn't biting Forrest's head off for talking to her while she's trying to bust that glass with any object she can get her tiny mitts on]

[visiblepattern]

I see.

[HE REALLY, REALLY DOESN'T SEE.]

No offense, but I don't think that's going to work... If the glass were breakable, I'm sure that someone else would have by now...

[pairtner]

I had to see that by myself. As structurally sound as this pane of glass is, I refused to assume it was unbreakable until I had tested that extensively.

[And so far, results indicate Forrest is right]

There's no reaction from those on the other side -- not even from those leaning on the glass. They should feel the vibrations from the impacts. My hypothesis is that there's more than one pane of glass -- enough panes to dampen even the vibrations.

[Talking like this is a far better choice than thinking about how frustrating it is that her partner is right there and she can't seem to do anything about this. It's a distraction, in a way]

Wendsday

[giddyundertaker]

[ The Undertaker walked in to see the chair bouncing off the glass... And lots of random things scattered about.

And Aiba not using her projected ghost. ]

... Getting desperate, are we?

[pairtner]

I wouldn't necessarily call it desperation, but I have changed my mind about everything. Nothing matters except reaching my partner.

[For both professional and personal reasons, yeah]

[giddyundertaker]

Your partner?

[ He looks to the captives in the glass room. For a moment, the Undertaker's gaze is fixed on a seemingly random nerd with bright green eyes that seem glow ever so slightly... Or maybe that's just the glare from the guy's lenses. The nerd seems to be completely out of his element and has resorted to hiding in the corner and occasionally trying to strike up conversations with people like that man with one eye-

There's a man with one eye? The Undertaker stares at that guy for a moment before turning to face Aiba in her current form. Then it clicks. ]

Is that your partner, then? [ He says, pointing at said one-eyed bloke. ]

[pairtner]

Correct. Perhaps it's more obvious than I thought it would be...

[Aiba definitely can't underestimate the Undertaker's deductive reasoning. She somehow nods]

You probably can guess it already: me being separate from him is very unusual.

[She can leave his face anytime -- and does, because she likes to cause mischief sometimes while he's sleeping -- but most of the time she's his eye, yup]

[onemillion]

[Oh. Uh. Okay, this is happening. Rossiu stares at this tiny little thing holding the chair like it weighs nothing... and then watches it crash into the glass and bounce off harmlessly. He returns to stare at the thing. This. This is so much.]

Um... Hello?

[Might as well try a greeting!! Maybe this is another creature from the vending machine. Is this a Pokémon??]

[pairtner]

Hello. Be careful where you stand. Throwing objects forty times my size is difficult to control for me.

[Aiba isn't winning any prizes for having good aim]

[onemillion]

...I would imagine it would be, yes.

[Probably not a Pokémon. He's pretty sure they don't speak??]

My apologies but... who are you?

[The voice does sound familiar...]

[pairtner]

I'm me. Good to meet you face to eye for once, Rossiu.

[Aiba lifts up the chair again]

meeting room

[dullshooter]

[You know what, he was about to come in here and be all sad, and then get mad about being sad, but then -]

Bloody hell!

[He backs off, then squints, and crouches down.]

…Do I know you...?

[pairtner]

[Ah. It's Misfire. Weeeeell...]

Correct. Hello, Misfire.

[And she adds:]

Don't hit me in the eye with anything this time.

[Because apparently she thought saying that was the best way to indicate who she is]

[dullshooter]

…Aiba?

[He raises his eyebrows,]

…No way.

Eyeba. It’s been a pun this whole time?

[This. This is what he’s concerned with.]

[pairtner]

My official designation is AI-Ball.

[Aiba sounds pleased. Her name is like three puns at once, haha]

Tuesday

[bootyhunter]

Ah.

A rat.

[Dandy spots Aiba charging in the meeting room, mistaking her AI form for one of the many oddly-shaped pests he's encountered on his adventures in space. He promptly removes his non-functional transmission bracelet from his wrist and holds it over his head in a threatening manner.]

Sayonara, moon vermin!

[pairtner]

[Aiba looks up at the bracelet Dandy is holding]

Throw that at me and I will tase you.

[Probably will deplete her battery something fierce but hey, it's self-defense against Dandy's bracelet, she thinks it's worth it]

[bootyhunter]

I was gonna slap you with it.

[That is a technicality that barely changes the outcome.]

Who the hell are you supposed to be? Your voice sounds familiar...

[The following word is meant to be muttered inaudibly under his breath, but instead he speaks it far too loudly.]

Annoying...