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unknownseas2022-06-26 03:14 am
bathymetric) wrote in unknownseas2022-06-26 03:14 am
Week 3
Good morning, New Rapture. A new day is dawning.
It's a strange sort of feeling, waking up on Sunday. Not the least because, well... you fell asleep on Friday, didn't you? Whether you sleep or not, none of you remember Saturday. Everything, by all accounts, seems to be Sunday. Weird.
It's not all bizarre feelings of lost time that you have to show for your efforts, though - it seems that another wing of New Rapture is ready for you. Perhaps there's more information to be found about your situation there... and maybe more about the history of this place, if that interests you.
There are still 23 of you left... Keep getting to know them. There's regains to get, after all!
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, post your ac, and you can reach either Mayor Fontaine or Eleanor for conversations! ]
It's a strange sort of feeling, waking up on Sunday. Not the least because, well... you fell asleep on Friday, didn't you? Whether you sleep or not, none of you remember Saturday. Everything, by all accounts, seems to be Sunday. Weird.
It's not all bizarre feelings of lost time that you have to show for your efforts, though - it seems that another wing of New Rapture is ready for you. Perhaps there's more information to be found about your situation there... and maybe more about the history of this place, if that interests you.
There are still 23 of you left... Keep getting to know them. There's regains to get, after all!
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, post your ac, and you can reach either Mayor Fontaine or Eleanor for conversations! ]
SUNDAY
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He doesn't tend to spend much time in the Hall of Founders, but he's overheard some concept of how this place might work and he's curious about the doors; sure enough, one of them is unlocked, and it takes him a brief moment but he'll eventually make his way there.
He hates the fact that he's so fond of it.
He starts by spending a good amount of time in the clinic, looking around at everything there is to offer in there; the equipment is far nicer than anything he's used to, and the medication is nothing short of a miracle as far as he's concerned. He looks absolutely enthralled, taking things off the shelves and looking over the instructions for what they do; he's in the middle of poking through a first aid kit and muttering to himself whenever anyone comes in.]
This is absolutely fascinating - to have things like this so readily available, all of this would have been so hard to get together like this back home…
[Almighty Sinnoh save this medieval child.
The next stop is the department store, where he supposes he can see the usefulness in the first floor, but the second…
Well, he can be found doing one of two things on the second.
The first is that he's looking over the clothing that's pre-manufactured; he can be found doing everything from just poking around on the racks to trying on the dresses, doing a neat little twirl in front of the mirrors. He's trying on a lot of pinks and yellows and greens; the era the clothes seem to be from means they're hitting a nice length on him, not too long but not short either, and he seems to be having a grand time.]
Come, try something new with me! I'm sure we can find you something that you like.
[Eventually, though, he finds the back room, and he's immediately drawn to the fabrics and supplies in there. It won't be long before he can be found with a good deal of fabric and a pencil, and he's got it weighted down by something small that he's found in the room, and it looks like he's very intently sketching a pattern out. He's working freehand, without any sort of guides, and he seems to know what he's doing; he'll look up if he's joined, offering a smile that can't help but be excited.]
Good evening! Would you mind it if I were to take measurements? I would like to make something for you!
[Yes, even if you've literally never spoken to him before.]
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clothing (to spare you from doing the same prompt 8 times)
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Once he's out and about, however, certain difficulties present themselves. The hotel was one thing, since they all woke inside the building, but these new places are actual separate buildings. They will surely require permission to enter, and he was slumbering when the rest of the group was most likely around to ask.
And so, if it's nighttime and you're in literally any new building, you might just see Nandor standing around outside, waiting to be noticed! He's all but pressing his face against the glass. You might also hear him tapping on the windows with a steadily-increasing level of obnoxiousness. Once you give in and acknowledge his presence, he's got just one question. ]
Would you mind inviting me in?
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investigation!
There are new locations to explore, and explore he will!! While he doesn't spend too long in most of them, you can find him in the art supply store looking over everything available curiously. He's absolutely not an artist, but he'll eventually take a few sketchpads and some pens since those will likely be useful. It still feels sort of wrong just to take these without paying for them...
Anyway! The patio is where he'll be investigating in earnest. This seems like the sort of place where someone would leave something behind or would hide something, right?? He's going to start by looking over whatever seating arrangements we have going on here.
Finally he'll head back to the vending machine, because he forgot to turn in his coins for hopefully something good. What he gets is... nothing good! Usually he would make sure to at least dispose of his terrible items properly, but he is not bothering today and the hand bra and a certain regain are being left behind. He is absolutely not here to deal with this today, no thanks!!]
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investigation?
His attention is immediately drawn by the ice cream parlor because it's like...the shiniest and most colourful place here and those are the things that his brain clocks onto most.]
Hellooooo? Anyone here, dead or alive?
[It's just as empty as the rest of this place. On him for expecting anything else. But, with the place being deserted, comes great opportunity: ransacking it.
With a cursory glance, the parlor seems just...regular. Normal. But he can do better than that.]
...I'm not buying it. This place must be a front.
[With a plucky, feel-good song on the jukebox, he investigates the establishment with all the fervor of a scavenger in an ice-cream store. Checking under tables, in back rooms, vents, hitting the jukebox expecting it to open up some secret wall, you name it.
Later, he has a look around the art supply store. He's eyeing up the paints specifically, occassionally holding the swatches up to him in comparison.]
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INVESTIGATION
Oh well. There's a new area open to everyone, may as well explore... First stop, the Department Store. He doesn't really go to these places too often, but he finds himself investigating and exploring, starting with the first floor. Exactly what goods will he find in these vast aisles of stuff?
When he's done getting lost in Rapture Ikea, he makes his way to the clinic and spends some time looking through the supplies. Very advanced, yes. He does have some gripes, however. ]
This all could have been a lot more useful last week! [ He holds up a first aid kit and frowns. ] It's not a full hospital, but still...
[ After that, he discovers the Art Supply Store... Yet another place that could have been very useful if it was available before! He spends another considerable chunk of time in the back with a slab of modeling clay, forming it into... Is that a gravestone? That is a gravestone. A rectangular-ish gravestone about three feet tall. He's attempting to stamp a phrase at the bottom of it, but aligning the letters is difficult when you're not used to the supplies and your eyesight is bad. But he's trying his best.
Eventually, he manages to spell this out:
MAY THEIR DEATHS NOT BE IN VAIN
The alignment's not perfect, but after fiddling with it enough he's managed to make something closer to what you'd find in an actual cemetery. As for the names? Those are written in permanent marker. Because who knows how many more will fall and he doesn't want to have to carry this thing all the way here to put in any more names.
Speaking of carrying... When he's done with his project, he'll flag down anyone outside the art store. ]
Pardon me! Do you mind helping me carry this thing to the garden? It's a little heavier than I expected...
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Investigation!
The morning's equilibrium lasts about until he passes through the lobby on his way to get some food and stops short, staring up at the large clock. According to that, it is not Saturday morning!]
Sunday? [He takes out his radio. That display also reads Sunday. He looks at anyone nearby, brow furrowed.] Did I...sleep through a whole day?
[It's not unheard of, but he's never done that without realizing before.
The whole realization's unnerving. It's with that weighing on him that he sets out to check out the new hall. The sight of the clinic is an immediate relief, at least. Brett may not know how to use a lot of these things personally, but they've got medics at hand. Anyway, it's certainly better than nothing. Remembering the other tapes, this is where he chooses to investigate, starting with searching through all the cabinets and drawers. There must've been a medical staff once, right?
Should any fellow citizens join him, he comments:]
We should all go over some of this first aid stuff together. Maybe spread these packs out.
[If that'll help. It could. Who knows?
By afternoon, he can be found sitting out on the patio, staring up at the sky. Such as that is, anyway. He's clearly been in the ice cream shop, but doesn't seem to have felt like constructing an entire treat; he's literally just taken a jar of maraschino cherries and is eating them like that.]
He built a whole underwater city, just so he could create an illusion that you aren't underwater after all.
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MONDAY
Investigation? Jonathan does not know what a security camera looks like help
He starts the day at the Department store. He feels like he could use a new outfit beyond the suit provided for him, but when he looks through the clothes he can't help but feel out of his depth. After mulling over the strange outfits he finds himself... drawn?, to this strange outfit.]
Who in their right mind would wear such a thing...?
[Eventually he leaves and starts scouting around Mercury Mile, particularly in the Patio. It seems like he's looking for something, but he seems absolutely lost and confused. Every now and again, you can hear him muttering something under his breath about "cameras" as he looks around.]
Investigation!
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What use does an AI have for an ice cream parlor? Not much -- just like the restaurant. The jukebox, though, it gets her attention. Aiba climbs on top of it, sits on top and tests her hacking skills with it.
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...it works? She managed to hack into the jukebox!]
About time.
[After her failure to hack a couple things, this is a welcome change. Nice! Aiba browses through the songs, until she encounters one she didn't expect at all. 'Invincible Rainbow Arrow', by A-Set. Hmmmm...
Whenever someone comes in, the jukebox begins playing the song, and then when they look in that direction, Aiba appears and begins dancing. Dancing is a hobby of hers -- if you can call it a hobby, it's really easy when you're an AI who can make your projection do whatever she wants.
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There's Aiba's human projection, standing in the middle of the art store and looking around]
Art is by definition a manner for someone to express themselves, often communicating something that cannot be conveyed easily with words. [Aiba nods] I find it hard to come up with this sort of thing. Would you indulge in this location?
[Artistic hobbies aren't something she was too interested in because Date also wasn't too interested in them, but since she's here by her lonesome may as well delve a little into the arts! And the way to do that, is by talking to someone who actually can paint or at least draw]
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His explorations take him to the Department Store, surprisingly enough! Namely, he's checking out shoes on the second floor! There's a bunch of them surrounding him in varying styles and colors, and he's trying them on! Well, the ones that fit him anyways.
Next, once he's got his shoes picked out, he's back in the first floor area of the department store, with a bunch of pillows, sheets, and some rope in his hands. Some pillows are normal, some are couch pillows! Looks like he's planning to make something. If you're in the area, you can also catch him dragging everything to the elevators! ]
Stinkin' cushions... heavy...
[ Once he's up in Suite 2, the door to his room is wide open as he shuffles things around, and you can see him constructing something- a pillow fort! And it's looking pretty cozy too. ]
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Investigation
1. Obi told the Undertaker he'd keep an eye on the kitchenette supplies. Do those get restocked? How often?
2. He's gonna check the library vent again. Still all skitters and ominous music in there? Has the music changed?
Anyhow!
The missing Saturday has tripped Obi up somewhat, but he's back to a mostly nocturnal schedule today. Suite 2 will have a warm breakfast waiting for them in their living area, though Obi's gone before lights-up. Feel free to catch him cooking at like six in the morning if you're up, though!
Morning finds him at the ice cream parlor. Yesterday was for more general exploring; today, our night knight is wracking his brain to figure out the jukebox. He must have landed on the right combination to make it do what he wants, though, because it's playing a classical-sounding violin piece that has him, for once, stopped in place.
He turns up again in the evening to feed so many coins into the vending machine. Like, a serious retail therapy number of coins. This is what happens when you skip a week of yard sarding, folks. Nobody needs this many wetsuits.
Two combat knives drop into the slot. He sighs a little, flips one around his hand, and then buckles them onto his belt very matter-of-factly. Obi's got like four of those on him now, geez. The cola bottle gets more closely examined, but Obi's never seen a twist-top cap in his life. Stumped, he shakes it intensely and then sets it aside with the rest of the stuff he's giving away. RIP, whoever opens that. Also of significance are the Water Master Core and the Library Dress, for the lucky souls looking for those.
Obi remains largely unimpressed with his haul until the vending machine dispenses a ponytail of blonde human hair. He yelps and drops that immediately.]
What the--?!
[CURSED, CURSED, EVERYTHING OBI TOUCHES IS HAUNTED AND CURSED.
And of course, late at night, Obi is everywhere. Is he patrolling? He might be patrolling, or he might be wandering around, pacing just to feel movement in some direction. He hates being stuck here. He hates feeling helpless and trapped. Every so often, he returns to the front of the hotel just to wait there, arms crossed, looking pensively out into the night.]
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God. Is this tag NSFW? I shouldn't be doing this at work.
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She stops by the vending machine, at some point, collecting a bunch of stuff... and the novel gives her pause.]
This is... [It takes her a moment. The Catcher in The Rye.] Ah...
["I...like foreign novels."]
Hodaka...
[Maybe getting that is what motivates her to divert slightly from her regular schedule. Rather than heading back to the library again, she'll be reading the novel for a while in the ice cream parlor. And immediately noticeable is the music playing, of course. Enter and be greeted by the dulcet tones of Hatsune Miku.]
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He puts them in and... the results are a lot to be desired. Maybe he'll keep the game, at least? ]
I know luck is my lowest stat, but do I really deserve complete garbage?
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investigation!
He's finally going to cash in some coins from last week at the vending machine and... ah. hm. okay. sure. there's some things he doesn't quite feel like he wants to unpack in there, especially after the weekend. okay maybe just one thing. but he's gonna just shove that snow globe in his pocket and maybe... stare at the little pile in case anyone comes to pick something up...
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right yeah sure maybe he should investigate somewhere? the art supply store seems like a place where you could find. something. maybe another one of those audio logs? they weren't super helpful, but any port in a storm. he'd rather be doing something than nothing! if anyone sees him he's not actually doing Art, he's just. rummaging around.
Regardless of how that little investigation turns out, he's going to hit up the ice cream parlor later in the evening and... I don't know. vibe. he's going to check out the jukebox and oh hey. they got Home Beyond the Horizon here? wild. it's not a good vibe for an ice cream shop, but it sure is a vibe for staring at a snowglobe with a big spiky-looking technofortress in it that reminds you of a lot of shit you fucked up. Which is what Gaius is doing now. You know how it is.]
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TUESDAY
MOTIVE: Our choices make us.
The same female voice that typically predates announcements from Mayor Fontaine speaks up, bright and early: ]
Good morning, New Rapture! All citizens please gather in the Meeting Room in thirty minutes for your weekly announcement!
[ When you reach the Meeting Room, the glass wall that separates you from the spare room has returned to acting as a mirror, which might be a blessing! But when the last of you files in, the screens click on to the familiar silhouette of Mayor Fontaine seated at his desk. ]
So. It seems like last week I came on a little strong. So this week, let’s not bring anyone else into the equation. Let’s talk about you.
[ Images flash across the screens - each of you, citizens of New Rapture, back home. The progression is too quick to catch much beyond the fact that it’s definitely you, and definitely accurate. ]
You all have… mistakes you’ve made. Everyone wishes they could do something over again. Most schmucks don’t get to. You know, because they ain’t got a machine that can access any point in time or space around. Fortunately, I do.
This week, you get a carrot instead of the stick: end this exercise and I’ll send you back before I brought you in so you can get a redo on something. No limitations. And don’t worry, I’ll help you remember.
[ And, as the screens click off, that seems to be that! What a welcome change from last week! Or… it would be. For the rest of the week, at random intervals, characters’ personal radios will broadcast an audio recording of the exact moment the character wishes they could do again. And, if they tune it, while trying to fix it? They’ll find a channel playing a tinny recording of an alternate version that goes better. ]
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She has a bad feeling about this one. Last week, she felt confident they could work their way out of this easily. But this week? She has the unfortunate feeling of the inevitability of their circumstances.
She’s busy doodling some diagram on a napkin, here, but she’ll look up for anyone that enters and flash them a bright smile.]
You want some scoops, take your mind off things?
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Most of the day.
At night? Well, it's very late, for one. Mafuyu's out from 1 AM to... well, when there should be dawn, not that one can see the sun rising underwater. And anyone out in the library at these hours, might hear some... voices. Is that... Mafuyu?]
"I want to become a nurse so I can help people who are sick."
[...it sounds like her, but not quite. The sound is a little fuzzier. It's coming from a radio, after all. There's other voices speaking up, too, sounding older.]
"Is that so... But if you really want to help those who are sick, there are even better jobs than that, you know."
"Huh?"
"Being a nurse is wonderful, but if you're going to get into medicine, why not become a doctor instead?"
"But I--"
"That's right. You'd make a great do͉̮̣̳̗̣͟͞c̵̷͖͕̰̙̬͎͘t҉͓̪o▒▒▒▓⎯⎯⎯"
[There's static, as Mafuyu tunes her radio, though the sound comes back just enough to hear the end of whatever conversation this is.]
"Thank you for always thinking about me, mom, dad. I'll do my best..."
[...Even with the sound guiding you, it might be hard finding Mafuyu right away. She's actually underneath a table, holding the radio close to her, listening carefully. You might catch this part of what she's listening to. Or, if you're coming in later, you may hear the conversation going differently.]
"Being a nurse is wonderful, but if you're going to get into medicine, why not become a doctor instead?"
"I'm sorry... But I've already decided. I know what I want to be--"
[Static. She tunes the radio.]
"I'm sorry... But I've already decided. I know what I want to be--"
[Static again.]
"I'm sorry... But I've already decided--"
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"Just leave me alone."
[...She tunes it again. It doesn't seem she's noticed she isn't alone. Has she just been listening this whole time?]
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Do you think anything's going to happen today?
[And, of course, it does.
It doesn't seem so bad, this time. Brett's got his regrets. Who doesn't? But he can't quite point to any singular point in time - anything he wishes he'd done and didn't. If anything, there's too many moments where he didn't act at all, because he didn't know what he ought to do then and doesn't know what he ought to have done now. Hard to say if he'd make things better or worse.
In the afternoon, Brett's sitting out on the patio, writing again. He's often writing one thing or another - but he stops abruptly as his personal radio kicks on. There's several moments he might have expected this to be. It's none of them. It's playing what sounds like a mundane conversation between two people, a man and a woman. There's a rushing sound, and something like the patter of raindrops. It sounds like nothing: an ordinary moment.
But Brett's face has gone sheet-white. After a moment of clear shock, he picks up the radio and flings it with an uncharacteristic force. It bounces off the wall of the ice cream parlor, clicking off again. Before it does, it makes a sound like the screeching of metal, and someone screams.
Brett stays in his seat. He's dropped his pen, both hands covering his mouth now. He's trembling.
At some point after all of that, he retreats into the ice cream parlor and makes himself a sundae. It's large and elaborate, and frankly seems like something a child would eat: something an adult couldn't stomach. Indeed, Brett's only poking at it with a spoon, humming along to the song playing on the jukebox.]
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Mid finger injury squick in the evening prompt
She stops off in the library to begin with, in hopes of finding a book to occupy her time with. She's got a pretty chunky stack of them piled up beside her - she'd been pecking at fiction the last few weeks but now she seems to have gone back to the comfort of history books from her own world. Not that it's doing much to comfort her - though she seems deep in her book, she immediately jumps out of her skin (and halfway out of her chair) once she hears someone approach. ]
I-I was just-! [ And then upon realising she's not about to be murderized, she slumps a little, her face flushing. ]... My apologies. I shouldn't be causing a scene in the library of all places...
[ Looks like books are a little too passive to really distract her, so in the afternoon, she sets out for the craft store and sets herself down with a project. She'd been running out of the supplies they'd gotten for the party but with a shop this big, she can start on a real project. She can be found here all afternoon, carefully pulling colourful stitches through a square of cloth and embroidering a simple but elegant sort of design. If her stitches aren't quite as smooth as last week and her hands are a little shaky... that's probably understandable. But the embroidery seems to going a ways to calming her down.
... At least until evening comes around. She'd brought her radio along to have some music quietly play as she worked but suddenly, cutting across another song, a young voice comes out of the speaker instead. ]
"M-my name is Aria... it's nice to meet you!"
[ Mielle jumps so violently that the needle slips out of her grasp and stabs into her finger. She barely even notices - she's staring at the radio like she's just heard the devil speaking out of it. Before she can jump to change it, she hears another voice coming out that makes her heart seize up in her chest. ]
"... I'm sorry. It is time for Miss Mielle's meal."
[ Emma. It's been so long since Mielle heard her voice, she'd almost forgotten what it sounded like. But hearing her like this, from this moment - it's more bitter than sweet, too much for her to bear. She furiously twists the radio dial to turn it to something, anything else but then a burst of static comes out that makes her snatch her hand away - no, it's a voice.
Her own voice. ]
"Please wait, Emma! ... It's nice to meet you too, Aria. Could the two of us... be friends?"
[ Even in the buzz of the radio static, Aria's delighted gasp is audible. ]
"Yes! Let's be friends, Mielle!"
[ Mielle stands there, frozen in place. She waits for the voices to continue but after a moment the radio returns to the gentle music from before. Mielle's face crumples and a hot sting of tears rises to her eyes, then streaks down her cheeks. She slumps against the table. ]
I already know what my mistake was, so why... Why show me this again?!
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"Ooookay, I don't know what kind of werid shit you're into, sir, but can you please just like, leave me the fuck out of it?"
"Oh please, Ms Everpetal... you can drop the act any day now. I'm offering you a once in a lifetime opp-"
[Click. She tunes it again and it fades to static.]
"Have fun with your boyfriend, Sam. I hope you're really happy together."
"Like you'd know anything about love. Just leave me alone."
[Click.]
"Aelwyn Abernant... huh... I think I recognize that name. Hudol, right? Everyone knows you."
"Oh please, flattery will get you everywhere, my dear. Shall we move on to business? I believe I can provide a service you find yourself desperately need..."
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"...YOU THINK YOU CAN TAKE THIS FROM ME?! MY-"
[CLICK. She changes that one particularly quickly. And then she changes it to another... a different one. A memory that isn't real.]
"I'm sorry. I never wanted to hurt you, you know that, don't you? We can fix this, right?"
"Penny... Please just come home. You know I'll always love you. I promise."
[And it's then and only then that her expression shifts into a snarl. There's no melancholy to this moment. Only bitter and harsh reality staring her in the face.]
Do they think I'll fall for that saccharine bullshit? I'm not Sam.
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[Technically, this might still be considered Tuesday night, but they both stay up late enough for the clock to tick over past midnight into Wednesday. While Obi's in the Suite 2 bathroom getting ready for bed, the radio in his room comes on. The first voice is recognizably Obi's, low and grave:]
"...Attending the banquet could be risky. I've never done a palace job before, but if someone was gonna try something, blending in with party guests would be the way to do it. If they were to come today and--"
[He cuts off with a sharp, surprised inhalation. Fabric flaps, and then a younger boy, proudly satisfied, speaks.]
"Found you, Shirayuki!"
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[After the lights come up but still fairly early in the morning, an Obi who would clearly much rather be in bed is instead lying on a couch in the lobby with an arm flung over his eyes. It seems he's waiting for his radio to finish its song and dance so he can return to his room without disturbing anyone still sleeping.
It's hard to make out what's going on in the broadcast. There are multiple people in the room, most of them grunting or yelling over one another. Four, maybe five voices? One is Obi's. Even though it's uneven and choppy in the way of someone speaking while doing something strenuous, a growling edge to it can be heard, something he hasn't displayed here in New Rapture.
A deeper voice than his rumbles:]
"You her bodyguard?"
[The Obi on the radio replies:]
"Who--wants to know?"
[More voices, punctuated by the sound of blows and heavy, staccato boots on tile. Obi's fingers only twitch when a child's voice comes on.]
"Miss Shirayuki?"
[The words are hardly out before another ugly blow lands. Past Obi chokes out a strangled grunt and a faltering curse before something heavy lands on the tile. The confusion continues, but the clearest voice is a woman's calling his name.]
"Obi! Obi! OBI!"
[In the present, Obi lets out a long, exhausted breath.]
This isn't the way I wanted to hear her voice again.
[But he doesn't try to change the station.]
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