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

[buriedstar]

[ Come early thursday afternoon, those in suite 1 can see Seo Dawon...cooking! He's changed into the tie-dye shirt and jeans considering that a suit has no real place in the kitchen, and he's got all the burners on. There's an assortment of ingredients out: eggs, tomatoes, rice, beef, soy sauce, cucumbers... Whatever he's making smells delicious, so feel free to bug him or try to sneak a bite if you think you can escape his watchful eye.

By dinnertime Thursday he takes all of his finished dishes to the meeting room, managing to juggle several large plates like he was a waiter or a butler at some point in his life. There's tomato and egg stir fry, pickled cucumbers, beef bulgogi and of course plenty of white rice. ]

You haven't forgotten to eat, have you?

meeting room

[inaclearing]

No, I haven't.

[Brett looks up with a smile. He hasn't been spending anywhere near as much time in here as a lot of other people, and he's working rather than just watching: writing in his notebook. Still - still, at least for a little while every day, he's here.]

That looks great, though, thank you.

[buriedstar]

You're welcome. [ The smile is returned as Seo Dawon busies himself with laying out silverware and plates he probably pilfered from the restaurant. ]

What are you working on?

[inaclearing]

Same old thing. A journal, about all of this.

[He's been open about that; there's nothing secret in it.]

Half getting my thoughts out, and half keeping a record of it all. Maybe things will be easier if we have all the information pulled togeher.

[That's...maybe not entirely why.]

[buriedstar]

It's important to have a record keeper, no matter how you balance your books.

[ That doesn't sound shady at all. ]

Are you keeping track of who goes in and out of this room too?

[inaclearing]

Not as closely as that.

[But who's been spending a lot of time in here? Yeah, sure.]

I've been trying not to spend too much time in here myself.

[buriedstar]

I don't see the point, personally.

[ He actually hasn't really been in this room much besides the announcement. Notably, he's also not looking in the direction of the glass at all. ]

meeting rooooom

[withagun]

[ Forgotten to eat? Him? ]

Huh? N-no. [ He's not lying! There's the remains of an apple and...two mangos, on the table in front of him. ] ...But... Wait. This isn't from the restaurant.

[buriedstar]

Fruit is a snack, not a meal. [ Tsk, tsk. ] And of course not, I made it.

[withagun]

[ ...A suspicious little frown. ]

You can cook...? Aren't you worried someone's gonna think it's poisoned?

[ Already in a bad mood, he is still bitter about the party last week. ]

1/2

[buriedstar]

Why wouldn't I be able to cook?

[ I mean he completely looks like someone who has servants for everything so valid. ]

I'd hope they realize that's way too obvious. Everyone in suite one saw me cook, and there's not a small amount of eyes here either. If someone dies of poisoning, it's as easy as picking out a culprit who still has blood on their face. [ Can't wait for someone to be poisoned tomorrow!!! ]

[buriedstar]

And I don't believe this "incentive".

[withagun]

[ my dude you REALLY look like you have servants for everything-

Hodaka's frown deepens to a scowl as Seo Dawon goes on, answering his question but in the most annoying way possible. But then, that— ]

...You don't? [ His eyes flick back to Hina. ] Why?

Suite 1

[hotpaprika]

[Jonathan was going to take a break from the meeting room for a bath and a cup of tea, and... honestly he did not expect Seo cooking at all. And while he didn't recognize any of the cooking, it absolutely smelled wonderful.

And, frankly, that makes him a tad suspicious.]

I had no idea you could cook, Seo.

[buriedstar]

I wouldn't call it a hobby, but it's an important skill to have. I had been cooking more recently, so I figured I shouldn't let that habit slip. Even with restaurant food, there's just something about home cooked meals~.

[ Jonathan is so valid. Seo Dawon on the other hand is just "^_^" eternal, merrily adding a little bit of this and a little bit of that. ]

meeting room

[daimakaicho]

[ Honestly, this has probably one of been the few times she's made it in since Tuesday, if at all, but the smell of the bulgogi was more than enough to pique her interest to pop in for a visit. ]

I haven't. [ She doesn't really need to as is, but there's no point in belaboring the sentiment of the question. ] Did you make all this by yourself?

[buriedstar]

Of course, noona. Do I look like the type of man who relies on others?

[ His attire may speak to "man so rich who has servants feed him by hand" but his demeanor doesn't really line up with that image. ]

[daimakaicho]

Of course not. Though that doesn't always translate to good cooking skills.

[ She hums, looking at the spread. ]

It's nice of you to be doing this for the others. I know some of them could probably use the pick me up.

[ ... at least until the body drops in about ten hours, but. Y'know. ]

[buriedstar]

I'm skilled at all kinds of things~.

[ He steps to the side to frame himself and the spread perfectly. ]

Starving in this place would be difficult, but eating a healthy diet not so much. It's important to take care of the body as much as the mind, no matter who you are.

[daimakaicho]

Is that right? Sometimes I forget how squishy you humans tend to be. You're all so needy.

[ Not that that's necessarily a bad thing, by her tone. Wouldn't have much of a business if that wasn't the case. She tilts her head to the side. ]

What other things are you normally good at?

suite 1

[fuckingguy]

[ Whatever he's making smells delicious to everyone but this singular suitemate currently walking into the main area, to whom it smells like rotting garbage. But all food smells like that to vampires! What's way more offensive and easy to identify is the aroma of garlic. ]

Oh, you are cooking. [ literally he's just making the face in the icon while attempting to sound as pleasant as possible— ] How nice.

[buriedstar]

Your face says otherwise. [ Tilting his head all ?. It all smells good to him! ]

[fuckingguy]

Well, do not look at my face, then.

[buriedstar]

[ He chuckles. ]

Not to your taste, I'm assuming?

[fuckingguy]

It is not. [ actively putting more distance between himself and the stove as he continues talking: ] Regardless, I get that this is necessary for you, so I will not make a big thing of it. Could you just prop the door open in the future, for the fumes?