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

[specialyellthing]

It was pretty rude. And a lil gross.

[… He seems pretty tame now, so she approaches closer, and nudges his side with her boot.]

Not too bad. I’ve seen grosser. I shouldn’t said that about your—— he does look pretty rough!

You get the oven off?

[fuckingguy]

Yes. The swamp gas will not kill us all today.

[ Very unclear what Nandor thinks powers an oven!! He passively accepts the nudge like the dead body he technically is, his face still grim and humorless. ]

Unfortunately, there are now much worse dangers looming on the horizon. Gonna be a rough week coming up. And... I must admit, I have not been completely honest with you all either. If we survive this, I think I am gonna have to 'fess up to some real dark shit.

[ Like, technically he hasn't lied to Zinda except by omission? Exclusively because he thought she was hot and not a bog standard human being? But in general! ]

... Oh, but do not trouble yourself about the Sire. He has a pretty good sense of humor about looking the way he does.

[specialyellthing]

[Zinda isn’t sure what to think about the whole swamp gas comment, but it makes her laugh, so it doesn’t hurt.

She nudges his sad Nandor corpse with her boot one more time, then sits down on the ground by him, allowing him a polite amount of distance as she follows his gaze upward.]

That’s good at least. I wouldn’ wanna insult your pops, even if he looks like that.

It might be easier if you start fessin’ up now. I don’t intend on dying. And I’ve seen some pretty dark shit myself.

[fuckingguy]

[ A LONG, MISERABLE SIGH... ]

Okay. Know that this is not easy for me, Zinda. It is second nature for my kind to keep our true nature hidden. [ fuckin lol ] You asked if I was alive, like, two minutes ago? I lied to you then. Technically, I have not been alive for many centuries. Because...

[ His gaze remains fixed resolutely upward. Maybe it's the, like, eight hours of reading Twilight he did today instead of slumbering, or maybe it's the slumber deprivation, or maybe it's the knowledge that all of this is going to spread to the rest of the group, including Jonathan — regardless, something about disclosing the truth seems slightly weightier now than it usually does. ]

I am... a vampire. [ He exhales. ] There, it is said.

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[specialyellthing]

[that is so….]

[specialyellthing]

[He told her it was like a big deal???]

fin

[specialyellthing]

That’s it?

You don’t wanna add in some aliens, or maybe gods? [Shes laughing now. Like this is funny. And to her, it is. It’s hilarious.]

[fuckingguy]

[ Well, at least he's not looking up at the sky now! Because he's looking at Zinda, who is... laughing? ]

Okay, are you sincerely asking the questions, or do you think I am making a big joke right now?

[specialyellthing]

Aw, don’t go throwin a hissy fit now—- [okay that part was definitely a joke at his expense.]

I roll with a woman in fishnets whose scream causes physical damage, the human avatars of war and peace, and a mafia daughter who taught herself martial arts and the crossbow. And thats not even startin on my boss, or me.

Sayin you’re a vampire feels… so normal. I was scared you were gonna tell me you hate kittens or somethin like that.

[fuckingguy]

[ Blinking at her: ]

Wow.

[ Yeah, that's all he's got! Except he's going to just keep talking after a brief pause, because why would Nandor ever shut up? It simply will not happen. ]

... Well, that is alright, then. I did not realize you lived in such a colorful world. [ ... ] I mean, obviously at first I assumed you were a witch, but then you explained the age and it was like, "Oh, does she think I just got here from the 13th century?" But now, in context... makes a lot more sense, you know?

[specialyellthing]

I thought there was a chance! Time travel… that’s kind of what happened to me.

You never know. One day I was fightin’ baddies in the war, and next thing I know—- [She waves her hands in exaggeration.]

Whoosh! I’m in modern day, stuck at Guy Gardner’s shitty Warriors bar!

[fuckingguy]

[ NODDING SAGELY... ]

Such things happen. But Zinda, this is not fair to you. You deserve the guy gardener's finest Warrior's bar.

[ You can really hear the specific capitalization on each and every one of those words. ]

[specialyellthing]

[You really can, and it just makes her laugh more. If it were anyone but Guy, she might correct him. But Guy’s got it coming. Let him be the guy gardener.]

I do! Got a much better gig now, don’t you fret.

Gotta say, all those kids make a whole lot more sense now.

[fuckingguy]

[ He's doing that thing where he just makes ridiculous expressions in the background as someone else is talking, so when she says she's got a better gig there's an accompanying little duck of his chin and an Approving Face. ]

Yes, it is significantly less alarming in context. Would have explained, but...

[specialyellthing]

But it’s a big bad secret?

I’d say it doesn’t need to be, but I think Jonathan’s got some drama there.

[fuckingguy]

It would appear that Castle Dracula has not been kind to Jonathan. [ He says it with the tone of someone agreeing: this is a big bad secret, even moreso with Jonathan around. There's some sympathy in his voice. ] Like, I get it, we are vampires, but what is the purpose of caging the poor guy up like some kind of human veal? Honestly, kind of a dick move.

[ When he says he gets it, Nandor means he really gets it. With his currently blunted senses, everyone kind of smells the same now, but based off personality Jonathan is the kind of wildly repressed, late-19th-century virgin who went the way of the dodo when Queen Victoria bit it! He is certain he would be delicious and nostalgic, like a particular year's vintage might be to people who can actually drink wine.

But, because of where they are, Jonathan Harker's not just a good-natured, delectable dumbass to be drained and dumped. He is, effectively, Nandor's housemate, and when he's not absolutely shitting himself and unnecessarily invoking the Lord's name he has shown him kindness, expecting nothing in return. ]

... Anyway, I think he has realized the truth already, but the man is difficult to read. [ CHRIST ] As such, we are currently locked into psychological warfare to see who breaks first.

[specialyellthing]

[He mentions veal, and… her first thought is to think about the restaurant and wonder if it has veal. Yikes. But her second thought is… general bewilderment.]

Y’think it had to do with his dingaling? Really? Is Dracula fancy too?

I don’t know if he’s on the same page. Maybe he doesn’t know about Dracula’s pants movin either. [… someone hasn’t learned the phrase dick move.]

[fuckingguy]

[ Unfortunately, while would normally be very excited to explain a modern turn of phrase to someone else, for a change, Zinda's own slang throws him for a loop. And so instead we get this! ]

Well, of course he is fancy? He was vampire nobility, we are all at least a little bit.

[ Who's on first? Dracula's dick is. ]

[specialyellthing]

[Zinda’s brow furrows further. The bit about Dracula does make sense. That’s why he likes Jonathan so much. Also, probably why he’s so bad at kissing women. But the mention of it being… terminally vampire disappoints her.

Of course. It’s just her luck.]

All of ya?

[fuckingguy]

To an extent. [ TECHNICALLY STILL TRUE EVEN BY ZINDA'S INTERPRETATION... ] Naturally you get vampires from all different circumstances, but even if you were a date vendor or something... give it a few centuries, you will look very fancy.