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! ]

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Investigation

[kninja]

[Like most, Obi is doing, hmm, not great! after yesterday's hostage reveal. He spent Tuesday in the tie-dye shirt and jeans, apparently incapable of doing anything for longer than thirty minutes at a stretch--including sleeping--cycling fruitlessly between glaring daggers at the meeting room mirror and walking anywhere but there. Today looks like more of the same.

Quite early in the morning, before lights up, he's investigating the library, and by that I mean he's specifically climbed up the shelves to look for vents and passages up top. Just in case no one else has gotten to those yet. Even if they have, his lady is in danger. Obi has to try to get to her.

Some noon-ish hour finds him at the gym, restless and desperate for an outlet. He examines one of the treadmills with squinty caution, but finally steps on and, in that everything's fucked, might as well spirit, presses various buttons until something happens.]

Oh!

[As one of the pre-programmed courses engages, the moving surface starts rolling back beneath him. Surprised, Obi wobbles but adjusts, and eventually blows air out from puffed cheeks, apparently disappointed with the speed as he plods slowly along.]

Well, this is borING--!

[He has no idea what the warning beeps mean, so when the treadmill (to him) suddenly picks up speed, he yelps and leaps off, wrapping all four limbs like a monkey around the railing to one side and making the machine rock dangerously.]

...I didn't do it! I didn't do anything! I think this doohickey's possessed!

[Save him.

Finally, in the afternoon, he (or Gaius, or somebody) gathers the interested parties for self-defense for total n00bs in... the library again, actually. He's pushed furniture around to make some room, but it's still not ideal. On the other hand, they're close to the meeting room, for. You know. Whoever needs to be close.]

Oh-kay, guys. I'm not at my best, I know none of us are at our best, but we gotta do something or at least I'm gonna flip my lid. Now, I never had to teach this stuff to someone who's never done any fighting at all, so bear with me, yeah? I have pretty much no idea what I'm doing.

[With that encouraging intro, Obi uncrosses his arms, puts one hand on his hip and rubs the back of his head with the other, and ventures:]

So... show me how you throw a punch, I guess? We'll go from there.

self defense

[specialyellthing]

[Zindas starting to question why she’s gotta be the adult here. Like, it logically makes sense. But it’s normally not her thing.

Thankfully, she’s making an exception.]

No, no, Fish! Ya gotta show em how first, so they don’t break their thumbs.

[kninja]

Huh? I gotta go back that far?

[He waves both his hands to signal stop, stop!]

Whoops, okay, belay that order! Why don't we start with everyone showing me just how you make a fist, okay?

[hotpaprika]

[Jonathan was quite obviously not a natural born fighter, but between his current home situation and everything about what's going on now, he feels that it's probably for the best to learn some fighting skills for safety reasons

He is, however, a little confused why they're bothering to ask him how to make a fist. After all, it's not a hard task for anyone who can close their hand.]

Like this?

[He makes a fist and

Yeah his thumb is absolutely on the inside of his fist. And it's clear that he doesn't see anything wrong with this scenario.]

[kninja]

Nooo, no no no. That's how you hurt yourself instead of the other guy. Here, lemme...

[He casually takes Jonathan's fist, uncurls his fingers to free his thumb, and then demonstrates proper punchin' form to him before lifting his fist for the rest of the class to see.]

Thumb on the outside, okay? Like this!

[hotpaprika]

[He blinks in mild surprise.]

Oh, I had no idea the thumb mattered so much! Does tucking my thumb in truly hurt like that?

[specialyellthing]

They’re civvies! Can’t hold it against em, I’ll bet most were born in some sorta peace time.

[kninja]

Don't kids sneak off to teach each other how to fistfight in other worlds?

library

[dullshooter]

[Misfire is here. He did not sign up. He is, however, pulling up a chair.]

Pretend I’m not here. I just don’t wanna miss the casualties.

[kninja]

Only if you promise to clap when they get it right.

[He has faith...! He thinks...]

[dullshooter]

…Can we place bets on which one comes first?

[kninja]

Oh, my money'd be on--wait, is it unsporting of me to bet, as the teacher?

[dullshooter]

Yes. I’m pretty sure you’re breaking a sacred educational code right now.

[He leans forward.]

But go on.

self-defense

[inaclearing]

Uh, okay.

[Brett demonstrates a punch! It's...you know, a fairly average punch from a guy who's plainly never really punched anybody.]

[kninja]

Not bad!

[Better than Jonathan.]

Here, try putting your feet more like this. [He demonstrates.] Now, instead of punching from the chest or shoulder, imagine the force coming all the way up from the ground through your legs and drive it through your fist, like this.

[Obi puts up his dukes and shows off a straight punch, then does it again more slowly. A-stance, slightly bent knees, all that jazz.]

A lotta swordsmen get this wrong. The power really comes from your legs, not your arms.

[inaclearing]

[I mean "better than Jonathan" seems like a low bar, but he'll take it. Especially since he's pretty sure the guy killed Dracula or something.]

Alright.

[Brett watches carefully and imitates the movements - he's precise and observant, at least, both qualities that make him a good student.]

Oh, you don't have to worry about me picking up the sword. I don't know if I could even use a gun, if I had one.

[kninja]

[Good, good! Obi will keep showing him as long as he needs to get a decent punch going.]

--What, like, a cannon? Yeah, those are kinda hard to manage unless you know what you're doing.

Investigation

[bathymetric]

[ So climbing up is easy enough for a guy like you - other people here might not be able to manage it, but. The vent cover is pretty tightly secured to the wall. ]

[kninja]

[Phooey! Unfortunate, but not unexpected. Nothing else to see up here?]

[bathymetric]

[ See? Maybe not. But there are noises in the vents. ]

[kninja]

[Oh snap. He's listening intently now. What do they sound like?]

the library, after self-defense for noobs!

[howveryglib]

[Gaius feels a little bad about... not throwing his lot in, but he is more used to like. weapons. he's not sure if he's practiced enough at whatever garlean cqc entails to be that helpful.

...livia might have but she'd probably murder anyone who didn't have the right form.

...

...anyway, even so, between how he'd feel about that even under less fraught circumstances and the hostage situation, he's feeling like he should be more involved, so he'll pop in when it seems like things are pretty much done with self-defense training.]

How did it go, then?

[kninja]

Everyone still has the same number of limbs and bones as they did going in!

[It's a win!]

[howveryglib]

That is certainly a good sign. I would not wish to impose too much upon Forrest, after all.

[we’re not asking undertaker to do infirmary stuff. we are absolutely not.]

[kninja]

[Never in a million years.]

Yeah, he's a good guy. Real sweet. And I'd never wanna get on the wrong side of a healer, so I did try to keep injuries to a minimum. ...Plus I made a bet with Misfire.