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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[onemillion]

[Without even looking at them:]

You are more than welcome to dispose of them in my stead, then.

[HE IS NOT DEALING WITH THIS, GAIUS.]

[howveryglib]

…

[SIGH.]

Very well. I will deal with your problems for you.

[onemillion]

[...

okay, his stoic expression breaks a bit and now he just sounds genuinely grateful:]

Thank you.

[howveryglib]

[sometimes you’ve got to assert yourself as the man of power in a situation.]

You are quite welcome.

[the power to handle and dispose of dildo nunchucks.]

[onemillion]

[only a man of power can rightly steer the course of... a bunch of young adults too squeamish around the dildo nunchucks, i guess, this joke got away from me.]

And... I would appreciate it if we never spoke of this again.

[I mean. He doubts Gaius would ever want to bring it up again. But. Just to be sure.]

[howveryglib]

You do not have to worry about me telling anyone about this incident. It is not something I wish to discuss either.

[onemillion]

Good. Thank you again.

[gaius is the best responsible adult in this murdergame, bless him.]

[howveryglib]

Do not expect me to take care of this every time.

[he says like he wouldn’t do it anyway.]

[onemillion]

Of course. I would not expect you to.

[sorry, dad, he'll try not to disappoint you in the future...........]

[howveryglib]

Good.

[…

right time to take these fuckin things to his room so he can figure out where to get rid of them. boy I hope he does before he possibly dies and people search his room.]