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]

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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.