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

[specialyellthing]

[zindas. so. tired.

She’s been rangling teenage girls all night. They’ve all been going through some serious drama. If she wasn’t sure that the radios may still hold the key to their escape, she’d have put them all in the kitchenette sink by now and turned the water on.

So by the time she passes Obi, she’s had it. The niceties are off.]

Not you too, Fish. You’re too smart for that. Go to bed.

[kninja]

[He starts slightly, but lowers his arm and offers her a wan smile.]

I would, but His Honor's in there. Apparently, I've got some noisy regrets, and I don't want to keep him up with them.

[The broadcast seems to be over, though. Obi sits up and stretches.]

Get any sleep yourself, Lady Zinda?

[specialyellthing]

Champ’s in there? Huh. Guess it’s good someones keepin an eye on him. [A mixture of exhaustion, and who she’s talking to allow her shoulders to droop just so, and for the truth to roll out.]

I’m… worried bout him, this week. After how he acted last week, and now this… I’m glad he’s in good hands. It’ll let me focus on the mess over in my suite. I’ve been chasin teenage girls all over the place all night. Haven’t got a wink of sleep yet.

[kninja]

Oh, no. All three of them? I'm starting to worry about Little Miss Mafuyu, and--well, we've all seen how the princess can get...

[Mielle's outburst the first day seems like half a lifetime ago.]

But I thought Her Young Majesty had a pretty good head on her shoulders.

[You know, with all these nicknames, it's a wonder Obi and Zinda ever know who the other's talking about.]

[specialyellthing]

I swear, it's like Goldie's seen combat. [Zinda's brow furrows in worry.]

Sparkles is tryin' at least. And Queenie... [She shakes her head, dismayed.] Well. Heavy is the head that wears the crown, even if it's a plastic prom crown, I guess.

[kninja]

Think you’ll need a hand looking after them? I’d have to talk with His Honor about it, but we’re up late, anyway. We could take the night shift.

[Shaking his head, he lifts his hands.]

Keep our eyes on the suite door, you know. Nothing untoward.

[specialyellthing]

You wouldn' mind? I'd appreciate it. I'm used to havin' eyes everywhere for me-- without Skipper, I'm a little outta sorts. Used to being a team player, you know?

I'm normally up early, so it'd even out.

[kninja]

'Course I don't mind. They're good kids. And I've been doing bodyguard work for ages, so I'm used to standing watch.