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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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.

[fuckingguy]

[ YOU KNOW WHAT, THE HAND IS A BIT MUCH BUT IT'S FINE, HE'LL TAKE IT...!

As he steps inside, annoyance is replaced by genuine confusion. ]

Why would you think anything else?

[ Living this way is just such a given to him! ]

[buriedstar]

All of our skills are disabled here, aren't they? But I guess in your case, it's not really a skill but a debuff.

[fuckingguy]

I... don't know what that last part is, but in spirit, yes. It is simply something inherent to being a vampire.

[buriedstar]

A debuff is a penalty or status effect that's detrimental. Like taking more damage from electricity when you're wet.

[ Well that's also just how water and chemistry works, but eh! ]

That explains your reaction to my cooking, I imagine? Bulgolgi has garlic.

[fuckingguy]

You don't need to tell me it has garlic, okay? I had that shit in my nose for hours, I know already.

[ BUT, LIKE... ]

So, yes. I am burdened with many the buffs and none of the privileges. It is not unlike losing one's ancestral soil.

[buriedstar]

None of them? You can't even scent blood better than humans do now?

[ This sounds terrible if true??? ]

[fuckingguy]

Well, yes. But this is not much of a privilege, given the circumstances.

[ As long as he has yet to find the blood bags in the clinic, it really just makes him get all hangry and weird around corpses or minor injuries! ]

[buriedstar]

You're not wrong, but it might be useful one day.

[ Nods at trial checks. ]

[fuckingguy]

That is true in a way, but...

[ no he's really got nothing, huh, this sentence was never headed towards an end ]

Nonetheless.

[buriedstar]

Not a fan of being a bloodhound?

[fuckingguy]

Please, I am not a bloodhound. I am merely a known vampire who has not eaten even one fucking thing in two weeks.

[ Which is a contributing factor to the acuity of his senses now, is what he means, but when has this man ever made a transparent statement? ]

[buriedstar]

You'll have to pass on the ice cream here too, huh? Unless he's made some accommodations for you as a reward for your resilience.

[ Gestures grandly to this entire store of inedible food....f. ]

[fuckingguy]

... Unlikely. We have been researching vampire ice cream [ this means nandor has tried to use his position as vampire council co-leader to get research done into vampire ice cream, and nadja has shut him down at every turn for frivolity! ] for many decades, if not centuries. What makes this guy so special that he would have gotten it right where we have failed?

[buriedstar]

I'd say his wealth, but if he had any he would have fixed up this place first. [ Or at least Eleanor's office? ]

I'm curious though, is ice cream really such a high priority for your kind? Not that I'm judging you, everyone has their own brand of creature comforts.

[fuckingguy]

It is just one of those things.

[ It is absolutely not. ]

There are a lot of foods that you will never have had the chance to try, if you are a vampire of a certain age. I myself was fortunate enough to have ice cream a couple of times, but also, we did not know chocolate existed. Or vanilla. Or peanut butter... honestly, a lot of big name flavors I will just never be able to identify. Really starts to stay with you, you know?

[buriedstar]

I think I can imagine.

[ There's a pause as he maybe considers the gravity of never having tasted ice cream before. After a moment: ]

Is it worse to you to never have experienced something, or having had that experience and then had it taken away from you?

[fuckingguy]

The second. [ No hesitation from the relentless ditherer on that one! ] Both can get quite sad, but it is always gonna be worse to know what you are missing.

[ And realizing you don't really know what you are missing anymore, after hundreds of years have let it fade from your memories, is the worst of all. He's been slowly gravitating over to the counter and looking at the flavors. ]

Which one of these is your favorite? Since we are just asking questions now.

[buriedstar]

Hmm....

[ Interesting. Ice cream really is serious business!

At the return question, Seo Dawon chuckles. ]

I guess we are. [ His eyes follow Nandor's movements before they flicker back to the counter and all it's offerings. ]

None of them. Sweet things aren't to my taste, but if I had to pick...sesame. It's not a flavor here, though.

[fuckingguy]

[ Looking into the big-ass buckets of ice cream I am just assuming they have here, like a godmoding monster, Nandor perks up. ]

Oh, they make sesame ice cream?

[ But then his mood dips right back down! He's for sure had halva, so that, like the taste of barberries or the sun beating down on his back, is just another thing that he can half-remember just enough to miss. All these flavors he will just straight up never taste again... ]

[buriedstar]

They do, at least in Korea. It's less common in the Western world, I imagine.

[ RIP to Nandor's ice cream dreams... Seo Dawon watches him curiously, but for once he's not rude enough to demand an answer or poke at an open round. ]

[fuckingguy]

Probably as you say. [ His brow furrows as he keeps reading labels. ] I am not seeing anything I remember down here, either, except pistachio. It must all be American.

... The fuck is Moose Tracks?

[buriedstar]

Vanilla, with a bunch of other junk thrown in. [ He grabs a spoon and scoops a piece, holding it up for Nandor. ]

Peanut butter cups? And fudge, I think.