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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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...hey. Are you okay?
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[ He starts, like he's been barely paying attention— actually, yeah, from the dazed look in his eyes, he's barely paying attention. ]
Mr. Riebach... I'm sorry, you...were asking me, something...?
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[Brett frowns, leaning down a little to peer into Hodaka's face more closely.]
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But like. Since he's looking close. There's nothing really physically off about Hodaka except for how completely disconnected he looks. And the fact that his breathing is...sort of uneven? Like he keeps getting breathless for no reason. ]
I don't... Yeah, I'm...fine, I...
[ To that end! Brett, you're familiar with signs of shock, aren't you? Specifically emotional shock? ]
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Hey - can you look at me? [He moves his hand as if to put it on Hodaka's shoulder, but then remembers, thinks better, and lets it drop back to his side.] What color shirt am I wearing?
[it's the tie-dye one, making this more of a trick question than intended, rip]
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Uh...? What kind of question is that, Mr...
[ He's not answering though. Partly because of shock and partly, well. Other things are happening. ]
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[It's something he remembers having done to him before. Brett tilts his head, taking in Hodaka's expression. Looks like he's coming around a little more.]
Deep breaths, okay? Just like before. Fill up your whole chest, count to five, and let it all out again.
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What... Where are we? Everyone's been yelling, and I...
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[It's not that Brett can't hear, or hasn't noticed, what Hodaka's been saying to the others. What he's been implying. He just...]
Maybe you should sit down.
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No. No, I- no, this isn't-