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! ]

Comments

Lobby

[hotpaprika]

I... I had assumed that I had simply passed out from stress the entire previous day, but you were under such a spell as well?

[A strange feeling of dread wells up inside him. He did not know what this meant but he did not like it one bit!]

[inaclearing]

I...guess? I mean, I could have slept through it, but I always at least notice when I do that.

[You wake up here and there throughout the day, even if everything's so awful that you just stay in bed and go back to sleep. He's done it before; he knows how it usually goes for him.

Anyway. He knows that Jonathan had it really, really bad yesterday - or Friday, whichever. Brett feels guilty now for not having checked in on him or something. During the first part of the trial, he'd fully intended to, but then...

Well, he hadn't been in much of a space to check on anyone.]

Are you okay now? I mean - do you feel strange?

[hotpaprika]

I feel no more strange than I normally do, I suppose.

[He still looks somewhat miserable, but there was only so much crying someone can do before he has to leave.]

I must admit I had not sleep for so long before recently, but it does have a much more distinct feeling than this, like I have not truly woken up yet.

[inaclearing]

I know what you mean.

[We've all been through our depression slumbers!]

I don't feel...like that, but I don't know. I don't see why they'd change all the clocks.

[hotpaprika]

[He frowns.]

I fear it might be more than that. I cannot fathom any reason why he would simply change the clocks.

[The first theory that comes to mind makes him feel sick, but...]

Perhaps... Perhaps Fontaine put us under a spell all of yesterday?

[inaclearing]

[Brett grimaces. His first thought is to deny it, but - well, obviously the man's capable of a lot.]

...why do you think he'd do that? I mean, nothing's...changed...

[He looks around again. But no...everything seems the same...]

[hotpaprika]

[Jonathan looks around himself.]

I... I am uncertain what his motives would be. Perhaps this was simply a test run for something more nefarious.

[Ugh he doesn't want to seem like a downer, but...]

We need to keep our eyes open in the event this happens again. I hope that this is a fluke, but I do not trust Fontaine to have his best intentions if this wasn't simply a case of us sleeping through the day.

[inaclearing]

...yeah. Yeah, of course. We'll have to...keep an eye on each other or something.

[Whatever that means? Brett seems to have taken it as something of a downer regardless.]

[hotpaprika]

Brett?

[Jonathan was distrubed by this possibility, but he wasn't exactly unused to such a situation. So when he notices Brett seeming to worry about it he immediately places his hands on his shoulders gently.]

It's simply a theory, Brett. And even if something did happen, we have no idea if it means anything bad for us. Perhaps Saturdays simply do not exist here!

[inaclearing]

[Brett jerks a little, surprised by the touch. Maybe he's not as bounced back from Friday as he's acting.]

Oh - yeah, sure, no. It's fine. I'm sure it's not a big deal

[hotpaprika]

Brett, listen to me. You have helped me out so much these past few weeks, and I do not want you to suffer alone if this is bothering you.

[He gives Brett a sympathetic look.]

It's okay if you're scared. Lord knows how scared I've been

[inaclearing]

I -

[Brett's eyes dart away.]

It's alright, really. I'm okay. [He forces a smile and puts his hand over one of Jonathan's wrists.] Thank you, though.

[hotpaprika]

[He frowns, very clearly not believing him. Still, he wasn't want to pressure Brett into saying anything he didn't want to.

Instead he offers Brett a small smile.]

Say, I was thinking of getting some lunch; I think you should join me.

[inaclearing]

...okay. Sure.

[It's good to hang out with someone, anyway! Brett smiles, if briefly.]