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

[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?

[fuckingguy]

It is so [ "we cannot enter the doors and windows of a house and feast on the residents in their beds" wait he can't say that out loud, quick, time to improv an effortlessly smooth ending to the sentence ] ... annoying. Yes. Very annoying to deal with.

[ Crushed it. Image maintained. Game, set, Nandor. ]

... And I would simply struggle against an invisible barrier for eternity. Or until I gave up. You know how it is.

[honeyedtea]

What if permission was given and then later rescinded? Or you were ordered to leave and told not to come back? Would the initial invitation still hold precedence over that?

[ ... she's gotten so into interrogating him about Deep Vampire Lore she just hasn't actually invited him in, huh. ]

[fuckingguy]

I... am not sure? It has never really come up in a big way. I mean, I was banished from a country once, but that was more a physical threat.

[honeyedtea]

[ OH WE DON'T HAVE TIME TO UNPACK THAT RIGHT NOW ]

I–I see... well, with any luck, we won't have reason to find out.

[ Though in all honesty she can absolutely see Fontaine taking advantage to like, put him in time out or something. ]

Oh, but– forgive me, I'd gotten so distracted... would you like to come in?

[fuckingguy]

Oh! Yes. I seem to have forgotten myself, how embarrassing.

[ ....... ]

Uh, but, technically you are just asking my opinion right now...

[honeyedtea]

It really has to be that specific...?

[ Vampire rules...... are a lot.... ]

Then... please come in?

[ Is that anything??? ]

[fuckingguy]

Excellent, just like that. Thank you.

[ AND IN HE WALKS to uh, we never established what store this was but if it's the ice cream parlor I get to continue the unfathomable psychic damage inherent to Billy Eyelash... regardless of the interior, he says: ]

Oh, this is nice.

[honeyedtea]

[ you know what i WILL say this is the ice cream parlor and force you to commit to the billy eyelash bit ]

It's quite interesting, isn't it? When we first arrived here, most of the structures of the city were familiar to me but the more areas that open up, the more things really do start to seem truly otherworldly.

[fuckingguy]

[ Sort of nodding and puttering around until he sees the counter and the soda fountains: ]

Oh, yes. It must be very disorienting for you... and this place in particular is one that requires refrigeration. Do you guys have ice cream yet?

[ Mielle is a little fancy girl the same way Nandor, despite also just sleeping on rocks and mowing people down for his whole fuckin adolescence, was probably a little fancy boy! If they did, she would probably be aware. ]

[honeyedtea]

Not quite yet. I've had sorbets and chilled desserts prepared for me in the past, but never anything like what we've had available here. It's quite surprising to see just how easily you can come by things completely frozen.

[ They might be in a murder city but at least they can have ice cream about it!! ]

So, it's common back in your own world?

[fuckingguy]

Exactly! [ he realizes that he is not responding to the question she just asked, but... ] ... That is, the first bit. Back then it was all, like, rosewater and saffron and noodles, very fancy and hard to come by. Nothing like any of these "scoops." But nowadays even the peasants have this miraculous technology, so many ice cream merchants run businesses like this one.

[ A beat. ]

I assume. Was never much reason to go in, before this.

[honeyedtea]

I can see how they'd become so popular... being able to have something so cold and refreshing any time you liked would be quite the luxury. Especially during summer – I can't even imagine how someone would manage something like that back in my own world...

[ Hm. Maybe Drakkon had a point when he'd nudged her the idea of trying to take some of this technology back when she returned home... Hah. Well. 'Returning home' is just as much of a pipe dream for her as a frozen treat in summer would be. ]

I suppose... not that being here is good in any way, but some good can come of the opportunities we've been given while we're here.