unknownseas | Week 3

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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! ]

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I just left mine in my room. Wrapped it in a bunch of blankets.

[Which is...ah, maybe not the most sure-fire way to keep anyone else from hearing it, but that worries Brett less than dealing with it himself.]

I tried putting it under my pillow on the floor, but I thought the screaming might still get through and wake him. The man needs his sleep.

[And waking up to a woman desperately yelling Obi's name would probably not be great for his nerves.]

...you think they're waterproof?

...There's one way to find out.

[Brett snorts.]

Well, let me grab mine real quick. I was trying to figure out what to do with it while I slept anyway.

Okay, I'll be here.

[Obi sits up and draws his legs up onto the couch to sit in butterfly pose while he waits.]

[Brett nods and goes off to his room, returning a few moments later. The radio in his hands is playing some kind of mundane conversation between two unidentified people, neither of whom is Brett; he fiddles with the knob until it cuts out for a second.]

Okay, let's go.

[He's a solid enough dude not to ask. Instead, he hops up to join him.]

Yesss, time to throw things in the pool!

I can always use someone else's radio for those tapes.

[He was careful to empty out the tape deck first - gotta save those audio logs! Anyway yeah, let's absolutely just go drop this shit in the pool!]

[To the pool! Where nothing bad will ever happen to anybody! Obi happily just tosses the thing in and watches it sink.

...]

Soooo, how do we know if it's working? Working to make it stop working, I mean.

I guess we'd have to fish them out.

[...Brett does not seem like he's about to go in there even a little bit.]

Or we could sit here and see if they start yelling again. [.....] Do you want a snack or something?

Yes.

[He ALWAYS wants a snack.]

I could go for some cake or something.

[It's been a shit day, midnight cake is appropriate!]

Sweet tooth, huh? I'm in. Too bad we don't have anything good to drink to go with it.

[Obi took one whiff of the vending machine Malort and noped right out.]

I got a bottle of something from the vending machine, but it smells like paint thinner.

[Yeah, it's the Malort.]

I should have asked Howl how he made his dandelion brandy. It was pretty good. [And we've probably got some of those in the garden somewhere, right?]

Probably takes a while. Pretty sure fermenting alcohol's a long process, whatever you're using for it. Still, you could see if there's a book about it in the library.

I could use some more projects.

[He says it lightly enough, but also - yeah, if he could fill his days a little more, maybe he could distract himself enough to stress out a little less.]

Though I'm sure it wouldn't be very good. Must take practice.

Doesn't everything?

Tell you what, I'm happy to taste-test your first batches. Can't be any worse than helping the herbalists fine-tune their experimental teas.

Oh, I think it could be.

[Bret great! He'll just go punch in an order when they get to the restaurant.]

Cool, though. You can have the first glass of my fermented plant gunk in a few weeks or months. [he doesn't know!]

If we're really here that long, I'm gonna need it. Thanks, Brett.

[Hmmm.]

What kinda food goes with this brandy of yours, you think?

Dandelion brandy...

[Well, he only had it once, but:]

According to Howl, probably venison or rabbit. I'd go for tacos. Lots of cilantro.

“Tacos,” huh? All right. If we’re still here long enough for your plant gunk to ferment, I’ll see what I can do about these tacos things.

Oh, you've never had tacos!

[Sort of a question, sort of just an exclamation - like oh, Brett should have realized that was probably the case!]

We've gotta try them sometime!

Can you order them here?

[Are they fancy enough ~~to get on Zinda's list~~?]

I don't know! I bet they aren't good, if they are - it's one of those things where, if you try to make it too fancy, you'll ruin it.

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