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

[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.

[kninja]

[Obi lowers his voice.]

Tell me what we're betting first. Not like I have any money, 'sides those coins for the machine with the stuff.

[dullshooter]

Material goods? Favours? I’m willing to be loose.

[kninja]

Favors could work. I usually bet things like, "The loser has to tell So-and-So the thing they like most about the winner," or trade off chores none of us like. Not that we really have chores to do here.

[dullshooter]

…Really? That’s so…gentle.

[kninja]

Yeah, some way or another, I've fallen in with a gracious bunch.

[dullshooter]

[Misfire places a hand on his chest.]

I am so sorry. I promise, I’ll do my utmost to ask a mortally embarrassing favour of you.

[kninja]

[That makes him laugh. Thanks, Misfire!]

Well, that's only if I lose, isn't it? No betting on Boss or Lady Zinda, they already know how to fight.

[dullshooter]

[He nods in acknowledgement of those terms.]

I’m betting on Jonathan finding some way to hurt himself before he learns to hurt anyone else.

[Is this low hanging fruit? Maybe.]

[kninja]

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Fffffffffiiiiine, I'll take that bet. If only 'cause I'm here to keep an eye out.

[Misfire might as well figure out what he's gonna ask from Obi now, because for real, the odds are not in Obi's favor here.]

[hotpaprika]

[Is now a good time to mention that Jonathan carries around his "letter opener" for protection or should we wait until he somehow stabs himself with it on accident.]

[dullshooter]

It’s a deal.

[Those words are legally binding.]

Now, if I win… [He has to think about this. It’s a decision that can’t be made rashly. He made a promise to make it suck for Obi, after all.] …I got it.

Jonathan hurts himself, you owe me a serenade. In public. Instrumentation optional.

[kninja]

Oh, is that all?

[Obi grins before Misfire can take it back.]

Deal! And if I win, I want you to carry me around on your shoulders and call me King Obi!

[dullshooter]

Deal. [The idea actually sounds more fun than anything -] But I’m not ducking under doorways for you.

[kninja]

And I'm not holding back with my serenade. Do you know how many courtly-talking types I hang out with on a daily basis?

[dullshooter]

[He smirks.]

I can’t wait to find out.

[kninja]

[Obi's answering grin is bright.]

And I can't wait to be ten feet tall!

[dullshooter]

You might need to keep waiting on that.

[He is so sure of himself.]

But tell you what - after the serenade, I might just lift you up as a consolation prize.