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

[fuckingguy]

Yes, I have seen them about. I mean, assuming you are referring to the ones that are, like, [ he begins using the extra dramatic intonation he usually reserves for hypnotism or declarations of conquering intent ] "youuuu may only wear this shirt if you are a longshoreman born in the southern portion of Tikrit in 1498 on a rainy Tuuuuuesday."

[visiblepattern]

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I have no idea what any of that means, and yet I know exactly what all of that means.

[fuckingguy]

Right? Also, they are all much too big for you.

[visiblepattern]

Sizing aside [because he does not want to get into the weirdness that is the stuff from the machine fitting him? dear god] I don't know why anyone would think I would wear such a thing. If the Mayor is going to give us strangely specific things time and again, he could at least coordinate a little.