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

[dullshooter]

['Babe-a-licious baby' on god he wishes he could turn into a chair and hit dandy with it. With himself. Somehow this is possible.]

That's too bad.

[Truly.]

Guess the chicks will remain un-bagged then.

[And may they forever be]

[bootyhunter]

I don't get it! Usually when I'm with a girl, [Of the appropriate age, please note he means an adult woman, Hild is older than she looks-] it's like I can see a whole 'nother future where we're together in my-

[Mind's eye, almost as though he's looking into an alternate timeline.

Another life.]

Nevermind.

[dullshooter]

Maybe you need to start taking a 'leap of faith' approach?

nsfw, i am gomen, poor jeff, ur eyes

[bootyhunter]

You mean like jumpin' up and down until I fall into the arms of a beautiful woman?

[You would think he was done, and yet...]

It would be nice to have my chin land in somethin' soft...

[dullshooter]

[WITH GREAT EXHAUSTION:]

No.

[bootyhunter]

Then whaddya mean? I don't think I'm catching your drift, baby.

[dullshooter]

Hook up with someone and just feel it out.

[and NOT in that way.]

You don't have to be sure of your whole future together. Like, who does?

[bootyhunter]

I know that!

[He snarls, clutching his chest with a single hand.

Why does it feel like a scab has been peeled back, and yet another wound has been forced open?]

I'm a drifter. Which means that I always go with the flow! And where the flow goes, nobody knows, and...

I'm good at ridin' the waves. It's just that this one comes with a death wish! And I'm not keen on crashin' down this time.

[dullshooter]

Alright, geez. Touchy, much?

[He raises an eyebrow.]

Have you ever considered [Men?] that you don’t need to find a partner in this hellscape? I mean, I’ve been single for years, and it’s been fine.

[Perhaps all his life. Or we can stop and think why Thundersaur’s dying wish was for Misfire to be broken out of prison. There’s not many reasons why someone would waste a dying request on Misfire. But this possibility is almost equally as baffling.]

[bootyhunter]

Not touchy! In fact, there hasn't been enough touchy-ing. Of me! By cutie-patooties.

[He stops mid-sentence, at the very least registering that Misfire may not understand the sensation that he's specifically getting at.]

...Has it? Has it really?

Aren't you just running away from your misery, man?! I mean, you call yourself Misfire! That isn't even your real name!

[dullshooter]

What the hell, man?

[Dandy’s sudden jabs come to Misfire as completely unwarranted; it’d be one thing if they were ribbing each other as always, but he was actually trying to help this time - and the cut is just weirdly personal.]

I go on adventures with my friends, and my name - you know what? I don’t even have to explain anything to you! You’re just jealous and projecting to feel better!

[bootyhunter]

So do I!

[He starts although he doesn’t finish.

To have his tender sore spot touched upon, over and in the short time he’s been in this miserable place has left him remarkably raw.]

Screw this, I’m out.

[dullshooter]

Whatevs. [Misfire raises a palm and turns away, not interested.] See ya.