bathymetric: (R3 Mods)
Unknown Seas Mods / NPCs ([personal profile] bathymetric) wrote in [community profile] unknownseas2022-06-19 10:06 am
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Week 2

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! ]
inaclearing: ([ green alder ])

[personal profile] inaclearing 2022-06-23 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
[Come Wednesday morning, Brett is...in the gym, for once!

Maybe seeing Peregrine again was slightly inspiring. Anyway, if they're going to be doing some kind of martial arts class, maybe it wouldn't be a bad thing to get in the habit? He's not doing anything incredibly intensive, anyway, just using the treadmill.]


Good morning. [He's pretty downbeat, but he's making an effort.] We're supposed to be doing that class today. I thought I'd...warm up? I don't know.

[It's not about...what might happen this week, is what he's trying to say.

When the self-defense class happens, he'll be there in the library along with everyone else, in his stupid tie-dye shirt. As it's happening, he'll make idle conversation with whoever happens to be standing nearby:]


This is a little weird, isn't it?

[Later on, he's back in the meeting room again. Still, he's at the table, not too close to the glass, but he's leaning forward to rest his head on the table, cushioned by his arms. The girl in the red hoodie spent a long time trying to find a way out of the room, but it's been a while now; she's run through all possible options. She's resting now, sitting with her back to the wall and talking quietly with one of the others. At least, he thinks she's being quiet, just from the look on her face. Brett's just watching, doing nothing other than perhaps singing to himself quietly under his breath:]

I'll probably always think about it.
What if - like, what could I have done?