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

[howveryglib]

[well… he is a dad… he’s gotta have at least some pun immunity…

But huh! Okay, excellent. He’s going to pocket that and check around to see if there’s anything else to discover in the store before he heads back to his room to play that tape.]

[bathymetric]

[ Nah, looks like this place is pretty evidence-light. Though he will find evidence at the cash register that matches the department store: cash still there, both in dollars and Fontaine Futuristics company scrip! ]

[howveryglib]

[he can trade the scrip in for crafting and gathering gear and mats right.

right…

Okay no he’s going back to his room to listen to that tape.]

[bathymetric]

[ it probably fits in one of your currency slots somewhere, man, i've seen ffxiv layouts before

It's a very stereotypical Bored Teenage Girl. ]

Ugh, another day working at this crap store my parents dragged me out of our literal dimension so I could work in. For minimum wage! I had to move dimensions for minimum wage. Dad makes good money, he works directly for one of the Founders or whatever, but... what, I couldn't get a job in the guy's theater? I just have to shill the art supply crap for like the worst Founder? So here I am! Working Christmas! I could be at home or with my girlfriend, but no!

Maybe the New Years announcement will be Mayor Fontaine letting us chill for like five seconds. Would be nice.