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

[inaclearing]

Oh.

[...huh. Brett stays where he is, leaning forward against the table now. He doesn't really seem to notice Forrest coming closer, or stopping.]

I guess...nothing would have happened. Nothing important. It was only important because of what did.

[visiblepattern]

[This is concerning? This is concerning.]

...Are you going to be all right? We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, but I won't stop you if you do. I can just listen if you'd like.

cw: parent death

[inaclearing]

...I'm sorry, I don't mean to be cryptic. It just...caught me off-guard.

[Really, he doesn't. It's not a secret. It isn't even something Brett Doesn't Talk About, in capital letters. If it were either of those things, he guesses it would be a lot more off-putting for everyone here - something potentially dangerous.]

My parents both died in an accident when I was thirteen. I wasn't there, but...I think that must have been what that was. Or what it was supposed to be. [.....] I haven't...heard their voices for a long time.

[visiblepattern]

...I'm sorry to hear that.

[And from the sound of it he is; even if it's okay by Brett's standards, or if not "okay" then at least "not something he doesn't talk about", it's still a rough situation.]

Losing people like that is always hard, whether you were there for it or not.

[inaclearing]

Thanks. Yeah, it's...you know. I don't think you can ever just "be over" something like that, but it was a long time ago now.

[It'll be there forever. But he's okay for right now.

Brett sighs and rises, going over to pick up the radio. There's a dent in the casing, but it might still function? He doesn't turn it on to check. Still turning it over in his hands, he comments]

Hey, at least you know I won't...do anything about this. I wouldn't anyway, of course, but - geez, I can't imagine going back to being thirteen.

[He's trying to make a joke. The absolute shitshow that was his adolescence was mostly shaped by the accident. But......you know, even if changing things somehow netted him the perfect high school experience, he's in his thirties, he is not interested in any high school experience.]

[visiblepattern]

[It does get an amused noise out of him, at least.]

It would be a bit drastic, I think. For what it's worth, I'm not planning on acting on mine, either; it's just somewhat depressing, and certainly not anything worth anyone's life.

[inaclearing]

[Brett nods.]

Okay. I believe you - you don't have to talk about it.

[He probably wouldn't have talked about his, if it didn't jumpscare him like that.]