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

Investigation? Jonathan does not know what a security camera looks like help

[hotpaprika]

[Jonathan is somewhat toned down after his meltdowns during the trial. It felt so hard to keep up hope but... it was all he had right now. And there were still innocent people that needed to be saved.

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!

[bathymetric]

[ Oh Jonny, sweet man...

Maybe that shiny black thing up there on the wall is a camera? ]

[hotpaprika]

[Oh that's

A bad sign.

Jonathan grabs a chair and stands on top of it to get a better look. He does not care about it looking improper at this point.]

[bathymetric]

[ It's definitely a traditional modern security camera, encased in plastic! Welcome to seeing one for real, Jonny! ]

[hotpaprika]

[WELL CAN'T HAVE THE MEETING HERE but it's fine this is fine it's better to know now, assuming this is a camera.

But suddenly, he feels a pang of dread and he rushes back to the garden to look for anything similar.]

[bathymetric]

[ Now that you know what to look for? There's a lot of cameras most places. ]

[hotpaprika]

[He is screaming internally now!!!

Okay, what rooms don't have cameras because at this point he is frantically running around looking for them.]

[bathymetric]

[ Looks like... any and all bathrooms, and the dressing rooms in the department store. ]

Department Store

[pairtner]

I'm certain I know several people who would. Some people want to add a touch of personality to their outfits, that's all.

[hotpaprika]

I understand wanting personality in your clothes, I quite like it myself, but this outfit looks like it's dripping with blood! Why on Earth would anyone want to look like they've been soaked in blood?

[pairtner]

Most people don't think of body fluids when seeing clothes.

[...........]

Not that you're mistaken. It would make one look like that and people with awful taste would want to wear that. Hide that away so nobody around here sees it, please.

[No indulging anyone with awful taste]

[visiblepattern]

[Forrest has been pretty much living in the department store, namely that room in the back with all the fabric and stuff; Jonathan can probably hear him working in there, actually, seeing as he's figured out the sewing machines. God help us.

That doesn't mean he's unaware of his surroundings, though; he can hear someone looking through things and talking lightly to themselves, and when he goes to check there is Jonathan, and... Well.

He'll step out after a moment - he has to duck back in to find something first - but he'll speak up eventually.]

Jonathan - might I have a moment...?

[hotpaprika]

[Jonathan had noticed Forrest, and thought momentarily if he should leave to give him space. But... he felt like he should at least keep a record of these cameras so he could scout future meeting areas.

He looks sheepishly at Forrest when he calls out to him, like a child getting caught breaking a rule. Still, it would be rude to just ignore him. Jonathan gives him a slightly forced smile and a wave.]

Certainly, is there anything you need?

[He already has a good idea what direction this is going to go, but he didn't want to be presumptuous.]

[visiblepattern]

I don't mean to trouble you, but I wanted to give you something.

[What he hands over - what he'd disappeared into the back room for the briefest of moments to get - is a little patch? It's pretty sturdily-made, at least.]

My apologies if it's not to your liking.

[hotpaprika]

[He blinks in surprise, gently taking the patch like it was a fragile treasure. He had fully expected an in person conversation about his behavior last week]

Forrest, this is beautiful. Did you make this yourself?

[visiblepattern]

I did. Sewing and embroidery are talents of mine; I learned when I was younger, and just never really put it down.

[He sounds pleased with the compliment, though.]

I really am sorry about what happened at the trial; we really do need to not be tearing one another down, and I don't like fighting with other people besides. Would you find it amenable to make peace?

[hotpaprika]

[He looks at Forrest, then at the badge, then back at him.

And pulls Forrest into a hug. It only lasts for a couple of seconds but he has to get that out there.]

You are absolutely right. Fontaine's plan is to tear each other apart, and we have to stand by each other. I am truly sorry for the way I have acted and I promise I will wear this with honor.

[visiblepattern]

[Oh goodness HELLO - he does not seem to mind the hug, though it does surprise him a little; he will return it, however, for the brief moment that Jonathan allows him to.]

Thank you for the letters the other night - I really appreciated them, and I'm truly sorry for shouting at you and not being willing to listen myself. It's... Well, we can call it a work in progress for now, shall we?

[...That said, his gaze flicks over to that...outfit that Jonathan was looking at.]

...Speaking...of works in progress. That's rather an interesting ensemble.

[hotpaprika]

It was the least I could do. Like I said in the note, I do not want let anything left unsaid, even if we are to escape from this prison with no more casualties. And I... I want to be stronger, for those younger than I. I owe everyone that much.

[He frowns and turns back at the outfit.]

It's certainly ghoulish, isn't it? I cannot imagine anyone wanting to wear this on any occasion unless it was to purposefully scare others.

department store

[prompocalypse]

Someone trying too hard to be hardcore. [A certain band of tieflings comes to mind... or that Figueroth girl. Ugh.]

Why, feeling tempted?

[hotpaprika]

[Jonathan's face flushes as he is absolutely scandalized by the suggestion.]

I would never! I am as horrified by this outfit as you are.

[She's horrified, right?]

[prompocalypse]

Really? I was thinking it'd really suit you.

You'd look totally like, dashing or whatever.

[She's fucking with him, is what she is.]

department store

[honeyedtea]

It is a bit... much, isn't it?

[ Mielle's been puttering around as well, trying to find something acceptable to wear. None of the clothes here are the sort of thing she'd be wearing back home but she's making an attempt to put something together at least. ]

Surely it can't be the sort of thing people wear in the... future? Assuming that is where we've found ourselves.

[hotpaprika]

[At this point Jonathan wonders if he should just stick with the suit provided with him with how is outfit shopping is going.

He examines the outfit a bit closer as he speaks, as if expecting to find an answer in the threads.]

I'm unsure. I suppose we could ask some of our friends from the future whether this is something they wear. However if this is what the future holds for fashion, I am uncertain if I want confirmation.

[honeyedtea]

Surely it can't be that common. Even when we first arrived, none of them were dressed quite so...

[ ... she just gestures vaguely at the mannequin. ]

This. Perhaps it's just the mayor's taste when it comes to fashion... if he can even be said to have taste.

[ That's a catty tone of voice you don't often hear from Mielle. Fontaine brings out the worst in all of us, huh. ]