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unknownseas2022-06-26 03:14 am
bathymetric) wrote in unknownseas2022-06-26 03:14 am
Week 3
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! ]
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! ]
Second prompt may veer into NSFW thanks to the lyrics of the songs.
And that's about all anyone gets to hear before the recording is hastily drowned out by hurried shuffling, footsteps, and the sound of the personal radio getting smothered in bedsheets.
Five minutes later, the Undertaker himself stumbles out of his room. His hair's even more disheveled than usual, but he's also wearing a blobfish kigurumi with the hood pulled over his face so you still can't see his eyes that well. ]
Ugh... Does anyone know if that bloody noisebox has an off switch?!
[ Ah. Someone seems grumpier than usual.
After getting some proper rest and throwing on his usual clothes, he heads over to the ice cream parlor for maybe a pick me up. Or a distraction from the jukebox.
So he puts on Nadja and Laszlo Sing Songs of Love and Terror.
That album seems to have put him in a better mood. By the second verse of Hoop Skirt, Poop Skirt he's laughing so hard he's banging his fist on the booth table he's sitting at. ]
ice cream parlor
[ It takes Nandor, who's just entered the parlor with a tacky bag from the department store, less than two seconds to recognize the dulcet tones of two people best identified as "caterwauling woman with a Greek accent that is also somehow British" and "it's just Matt Berry." ]
But how did their record get all the way down here?
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[ Excuse him, he is still giggly. ]
I don't know, but the lady sounds lovely... Heh heh! And the whole thing's hilarious!
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[ It is not. ]
That is my personal favorite.
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[ He scoots off his seat and goes to squint at the song selection. ]
... Don't see it on here, but there is a song called "Telegram Fever"... And... Uh... [ Leaning in closer and practically squishing his face to the jukebox... ] ... "Chum on Eileen?" [ Pulling face away to look at Nandor. ] Is that the right title?
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[ He can't just be expected to, like, pay attention to other people! And also, more important, he was in the A-plot that episode. ]
Honestly, I can't even remember the song, only that it was stolen by some midnight runners. Laszlo called a whole meeting about it. [ GLUMLY... ] Really an abuse of the emergency meeting protocols we set in place decades ago.
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Emergency meeting protocols, you say? [ Asked as he's wandering back to his seat. ] So you live with these two?
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[ He wasn't going to say it unless asked! It's kind of an embarrassment, to be his age and still live with a bunch of totally unrelated vampires, and one he's been dwelling on more and more recently. Also, once the chorus hits, it will become clear that the song is actually Chum on Irene, and Nandor simply doesn't know shit! ]
Or, well, that is two of them. There is also Colin Robinson, who I mentioned earlier, and the ghost of Nadja's human self. [ there's like a full five seconds of dead air wherein jukebox laszlo is probably doing the tooralooralay bit that leads up to the chorus, and then he remembers: ] And Guillermo is there as well.
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[ That's 3... No, 4 housemates and the ghost of one of the housemates... So many people to share living quarters with. ]
Hold on, how is Nadja and her ghost able to exist in the same house? I thought you told me vampires don't count as undead.
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[ He continues to talk with his hands as he continues. ]
When a human dies, their spirit leaves their body — also it sticks around if it has unfinished business of some kind, which is how we met our ghosts, but that is beside the point. Now, when you become a vampire, you die and your spirit leaves, only instead of rotting away into the earth your body rises from the grave. Then you drink some blood, complete the dark transition, endure for eternity as a creature of the night, yadda yadda. So you are still the same person, you did not go anywhere and then come back, your soul is just not there anymore. And that is what I was telling to you.
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Uh huh... I know exactly what you mean by the soul leaving the body.
[ He idly taps his fingers on the table to the music as he explains. ]
See, when I was still an active grim reaper, my job was to go out and make sure the souls of the dying left their bodies before anything else got to them first. Of course, I'd have to review the dead person's cinematic record to be sure they weren't beneficial to society in some significant way, but it was just a matter of severing the record from the body and soul at the appointed time...
[ He pauses a moment. ]
I wonder if vampires could exist in my world under that system?
[ They probably don't. Yet. ]
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[ He's having real trouble picturing this! Which is probably for the best, because if he got "cinematic record" he'd just assume the Undertaker was also making documentaries. ]
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Weeeell... How do I put this?
Imagine a strip of images, many images lined up to create a moving picture. Now picture that moving picture sprouting forth from a dying human the moment they are pierced with a reaper's death scythe. That is how we alone can see every moment in that particular human's life, before we collect that soul by severing the strip.
Does that make more sense?
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