Week 3

[bathymetric]

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! ]

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[fuckingguy]

[ Once again, Nandor sleeps through the entire day and emerges from his room around 8! This time, however, since he expects a new area, he's ready to explore and forget all about the two dead kids from yesterday. In a shock to no one, he does not realize that it is Sunday, and if he did he'd probably just assume he slept for 36 hours.

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?

[onemillion]

[Rossiu was just finishing up in the clinic when he hears a tapping on the window, so he approaches and inclines his head a bit at Nandor's question.]

Please come on in?

[...It's more of a question than anything, but there it is?? He has no knowledge of vampire lore, is it obvious.]

[fuckingguy]

[ It would be obvious to anyone else, probably! Nandor, however, does not think to interrogate this; he simply drains of the natural tension any vampire feels standing outside an unfamiliar building and summarily enters. ]

Thank you for that. [ And apparently the obvious fact that this is a clinic from the outside did not occur to him, because once he's in he looks around and brightly states: ] Oh, do we have a hospital now?

[onemillion]

We do, yes.

[And then, after a pause, because he's sure Nandor will want to know:] There are bags of blood over here. I'm not entirely sure if they will be restocked, but hopefully this will help for the time being.

[He may not know much about vampire lore, but he was paying attention during the trial!! No one should have to go hungry, so please consume your blood juice boxes.]

[fuckingguy]

[ Once he says blood, Nandor locks up and pays attention to nothing else. It's like a dog pointing or something. ]

There is? You are not bullshitting me?

[inaclearing]

...is that a real thing? Even with a public building?

[Brett's standing in the department store, which feels like easily the most open-to-everybody space to him. It's a department store.]

[fuckingguy]

As I am still standing outside, clearly it is any building, not just homes. Any building. Now, you gonna let me in or not?

[inaclearing]

Uh - yeah, come on in.

[This is weird, though?]

It doesn't seem like it does much good if any random human can let you in. Could I let you into someone else's house?

Outside the Art Supplies Store

[giddyundertaker]

[ Now what on earth is that tapping noise? The Undertaker had just put some finishing touches on his project here, so he goes to the window and checks...

No, scratch that. He goes to the window, sees Nandor loitering outside like a lost puppy, and laughs. ]

Hee hee hee...! What's the need for that? There's no one manning the shop!

[ Nandor might notice the Undertaker's not wearing his overcoat right now... And somehow, that makes him look more badass. ]

[fuckingguy]

As you know, being a vampire, the presence of a merchant is immaterial to whether or not I may enter. So if you could perhaps not be a dick about this...?

[giddyundertaker]

[ Still giggling, but... ]

Alright, alright. [ He goes to open the door for Nandor. ] Come in.

[ The weirdo's still got the biggest grin on his face. ]

[hotpaprika]

[Jonathan was busy looking at the flavors of the Ice Cream Parlor when Nandor starts tapping on the glass.

He looks... vaguely confused at the question.]

... Is that why the Count had made a big show about me coming and going freely?

[He would almost consider it humorous in hindsight if Dracula didn't immediately turn around and lock him inside the castle.]

[fuckingguy]

Possibly...? As I never met the man, it is hard to say. [ ... ] You wanna maybe take another five-ten minutes on this one?

[ This is not a sincere question! This is Nandor being a grumpy dick! Unfortunately, since he is himself, these things sometimes require clarification! ]

[hotpaprika]

[His face flushes slightly in embarrassment.]

Oh, my apologies! You are free to enter.

nighttime, ice cream parlor

[buriedstar]

[ It's almost midnight and Seo Dawon is here at the ice cream parlor...maybe getting a late night snack? Or maybe there's not much else to do this time of night anyway.

He sticks his head out when he hears Nandor, all smiles. ]

You forgot to say please!

[fuckingguy]

You really gonna do this right now?

[buriedstar]

[ Laughing. ]

If it was something worth doing it over? Maybe~ [ He is just a troll sometimes. ]

Come on in. [ Waving his hand in too for good measure. ] I'm surprised your restrictions are still in place here.

clinic

[prompocalypse]

[Ohoho? Well, this ought to be interesting. So he obeys that rule too. Good, it's much more convenient than when they don't have to.]

What's the magic word? [A beat.] Just fucking with you. Come in.

[fuckingguy]

[ SHE HAD HIM IN THE FIRST HALF, NOT GONNA LIE ]

At least you did not drag it out. [ Nonetheless, there's a bit of a grumble in his voice as he enters the clinic. ] Anything good in here?

[honeyedtea]

[ You can almost see the . . . ? pop up above her head. ]

... Forgive me if this is a foolish question, but may I ask why?

[fuckingguy]

... Yes.

[ well, at least being outed has removed the necessity for him to come up with believable human explanations! ]

As a vampire, I cannot enter any home or business without an invitation. And there are no proprietors left to ask, of course, so...

[honeyedtea]

Oh! What... a very specific sort of limitation to have placed on you...

[ It sounds fake, but she can't imagine Nandor would just be hangin out here for no reason otherwise... ]

What would happen if you were to try and enter regardless?

[sixthnonsense]

[Hagakure's on his way out of the department store with his arms full of tacky spiritual decorations when he spots Nandor near the entrance. It's later on in the day so he was probably let in once already, but now that Hagakure knows Nandor's a vampire, he's gotta ask:]

So if you're let in once, are you covered for the rest of time? Or d'you gotta ask every time?

[He wasn't there for the vampire AMA... Despite his interest at the trial, that evening was a bit of a downer?]

[fuckingguy]

Just the once.

[ but what kind of tacky spiritual decorations are we talking here....... he's being kind of brisk in his answer mostly because he's focused on checking out the goods! ]

[sixthnonsense]

[It's basically what you'd find in a Michael's Halloween aisle. There's a decent incense burner too, and an Americanized Buddha statue.]

Oh, good. That'd be a pain in the ass otherwise, I bet.