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

[giddyundertaker]

[ Wow, thanks for being blunt. But he can see what made you think that. ]

Oh, about that... [ How does he explain. ] I didn't see anyone I was too worried about in there. Either he kidnapped the wrong bloke to unsettle me or he couldn't find the person I would kill to protect...

[ He doesn't wanna explain his hostage, but that does sound bad doesn't it? He quickly tacks on further explanation. ] Young Earl Phantomhive surrounds himself with dangerous people, you see. Staff and friends. If Fontaine wanted to get at him, he'd have to go through them.

[ Also, Ciel is like... 13. This isn't the murdergame for 13 year olds. ]

[fuckingguy]

[ Oh, he thinks. All things considered, that does make sense. But the Undertaker's further explanation gets him considering just how easy it would be to abduct the Sire, and— ]

... Perhaps it was a mistake to relocate him and the Baron to Nutley, New Jersey.

[giddyundertaker]

Beg yer pardon?

[ What business would the Queen's Watchdog have in New Jersey? ]

[fuckingguy]

—Not your guy, my guy. The Sire.

[giddyundertaker]

Oh!

[ The sire, The sire... Some sort of demon, perhaps? ]

You mean that gargoyle fellow?

[fuckingguy]

He is not a gargoyle, he just looks like a gargoyle — but yes, that is the one.

[giddyundertaker]

Ah! I see.

So he's something like a father to you, then?

[fuckingguy]

Something of a father to us all. [ ... ] Did you not already know this?

[giddyundertaker]

[ Ah, right. The man thinks they're both the same species. Whoops! Luckily, there's an easy explanation. ]

You forget, we're from different worlds and times. What applies to you may not apply to me... Or that bloke who menaced Harker, even.

[ Yes, he'll bring Dracula into this to throw Nandor off. He might be very wrong about what the Undertaker is, but it's better than having him ask what he is. ]

Either way, seeing the Sire in a place like this sounds like a disaster waiting to happen.

[fuckingguy]

[ He looks back and forth, then admonishes in a harsh whisper. ]

No, having the Sire here is not just a disaster! It is nothing less than a death sentence for all of vampirekind.

Not... obviously not yours, I am speaking within my reality only here, but do you have any idea how many dead vampires that is?!

[giddyundertaker]

[ The Undertaker falls silent. ]

... That is quite a lot of bodies, isn't it?

[ He does not sound like he's teasing. It's more like Nandor just unpacked something heavy and threw it at the Undertaker's chest. ]

... One thing about humans, though. They do have a tendency to make rash decisions when their loved ones are threatened. Judging by the sheer number of people who panicked yesterday, there's a very good chance someone will give in before the week is up.

All we need to do is keep out of harm's way for now.

[fuckingguy]

[ He's genuinely confused by this shift in the Undertaker's manner, and it shows. ]

It is true that mortals tend to dramatics, but...

[ But what? He trails off, searching for an end to the sentence, but all that comes is his own brain reminding him of his inadequacy. Nadja would have ripped someone's head off hours ago. Even Guillermo, a mere human, might be concocting a murder plan in that fuzzy little head of his. And Nandor? ]

... Eeh.

[giddyundertaker]

Buuuuuut?

[ Sliding back into teasing now. Thanks for the pick me up. ]

[fuckingguy]

But nothing, okay? I was just thinking out loud, there is no end to the sentence.

[ He does not appear to realize how devastating a self-own this is. ]

[giddyundertaker]

Hee hee hee~ Keep it up, you're only digging yourself deeper!

[ Yay! Amusement! ]

[fuckingguy]

I am digging nothing! I am just a grown vampire trying to do a night watch of the garden, which is more than you are doing for the group right now.

[giddyundertaker]

Hee hee hee... Relax, it's just a figure of speech.

But that does sound like a good idea... Mind if I join you?

[fuckingguy]

[ You can really see the journey from "UGGGGHHHHHH" to "fuck it, fine" right on Nandor's face! ]

Very well, fine, come along if you want. [ And he starts walking again, to no apparent purpose. He glares over his own shoulder again to roughly add: ] I am not waiting for you!

[ Undertaker could be keeping perfect pace with him, for the record, it's genuinely going to have no effect on his delivery here. ]

This seems like a good place to wrap up

[giddyundertaker]

Fine by me!

[ And so the Undertaker continued to follow the vampire around. ]