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unknownseas2022-06-25 10:19 am
bathymetric) wrote in unknownseas2022-06-25 10:19 am
FIRST TRIAL
[ After a while, once all the appropriate clues have been found, Mayor Fontaine calls out again over the speakers. ]
Alright, citizens, pack it in quick and head to the back of the Hall of the Founders. You have business to take care of.
[ When they do reach the Bathysphere station, Eleanor is manning the controls, gaze quiet and even over the crowd. The hatch at the front of the strange elevator is open, and everyone is gestured inside. A series of small submerisbles are lined up, waiting to be ridden. ]
Just hop into the bathyspheres one or two at a time, and the system will get you where you need to go.
[ It's a long, cramped ride from here, but Fontaine's word is true. At least you can tune into the radio in the pod?
The bathyspheres take you down until even the few lights of Rapture are out of sight, down until lights of a different kind are visible - the reds and blues of bioluminescent sea creatures, a little too out of your way to make out what they are, blending to a strange sort of not-quite-purple as the bathysphere reaches its final destination: a glass dome built into the sea floor, about the size of an average house.
As one by one the bathyspheres arrive carrying the new citizenry of New Rapture, less natural lights than those of the creatures around you begin to click on in the dome. In the center, most of the space is taken up by a circle of podiums, each with an image of one of you engraved into it.
A projector of some kind kicks on, which combined with the lighting allows for the familiar silhouette of Mayor Fontaine at his chair to appear on the side of the dome, watching over you. ]
Time to do your best to figure out who killed the Diamond in the Rough. And do yourselves a favor: keep it interesting. I'm here if you have any burning inquiries.
[ And here it is.
Welcome to your first trial. ]
Alright, citizens, pack it in quick and head to the back of the Hall of the Founders. You have business to take care of.
[ When they do reach the Bathysphere station, Eleanor is manning the controls, gaze quiet and even over the crowd. The hatch at the front of the strange elevator is open, and everyone is gestured inside. A series of small submerisbles are lined up, waiting to be ridden. ]
Just hop into the bathyspheres one or two at a time, and the system will get you where you need to go.
[ It's a long, cramped ride from here, but Fontaine's word is true. At least you can tune into the radio in the pod?
The bathyspheres take you down until even the few lights of Rapture are out of sight, down until lights of a different kind are visible - the reds and blues of bioluminescent sea creatures, a little too out of your way to make out what they are, blending to a strange sort of not-quite-purple as the bathysphere reaches its final destination: a glass dome built into the sea floor, about the size of an average house.
As one by one the bathyspheres arrive carrying the new citizenry of New Rapture, less natural lights than those of the creatures around you begin to click on in the dome. In the center, most of the space is taken up by a circle of podiums, each with an image of one of you engraved into it.
A projector of some kind kicks on, which combined with the lighting allows for the familiar silhouette of Mayor Fontaine at his chair to appear on the side of the dome, watching over you. ]
Time to do your best to figure out who killed the Diamond in the Rough. And do yourselves a favor: keep it interesting. I'm here if you have any burning inquiries.
[ And here it is.
Welcome to your first trial. ]
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Bodies are just useless meat husks.
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[Aiba files that sentence away for future use]
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They're proof you're alive, usually. But that too.
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[He shoots a pointed glare at Jonathan.]
It seems like at least two of 'em are already losin' their marbles.
[Jon, Mielle.... This is a call-out.]
Not that I don't understand.
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Yeah, I guess you're right.
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[he thinks. He doesn’t fucking know with the ascians man]
But that is off topic.
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[That sounds interesting as hell??? But. There's, like, more important shit going on right now.]
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he would absolutely say this out loud butt i, oocly, am nut prepared 4 the backlash so here u go]
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writes a pg version
[LOUD SCREAMING-]
Like poke a flower. Or stuff your face full of French Fries!
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[jfc]
But hey! Those could be somebody else's top two.
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[Don't wink at him, Dandy...]
Like me! Only crunchier.
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[He growls at that, although his bark is worse than his bite.]
So you get to derp around and spill the depresso-beans about how bodies aren't shit and nothing matters, and I'm gonna have to can it? Screw you!
[Dandy wants to chime in about how he's trying to lighten the mood, but he's out of his depth, and it's clear this isn't helping.]
I'm not gonna fight with you here. One of the kids is dead, for cryin' out loud!
[Adaman is a kid to him, basically.]
And another one might've done it.
We'll talk later.
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Sometimes they’re useless metal husks too.
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[Thanks, Aiba, why do you sound so proud of that, it wasn't like it was your decision]
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