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

[bathymetric]

[ Wonderful, then you and Brett should probably be aware of the person lying facedown in the dead center of the street. ]

[dullshooter]

[UHHHH.]

...Mate?

[He's gonna go over. And if nobody stops him, nudge them with his foot.]

[inaclearing]

Misfire...?

[He hears this, and he does not like that tone! He's gonna pack it in and come on over.]

[visiblepattern]

[Oh, this is fantastic - ]

At least turn them over - we want them to be able to breathe...

[Like, that's probably futile, but.]

[dullshooter]

You can't fault me for not knowing to do that.

[HE'S GONNA.. FLIP 'EM...]

[bathymetric]

[ Good idea! You'll definitely need Misfire to do this, since the person in question is pretty large and muscled. Really weird to see him lying down on the job, honestly?

But there's no mistaking it. Lord Drakkon is......unconscious? ]

[visiblepattern]

[Oh shit, uh.

He's going to just...go over and make sure that Tommy is just unconscious and not anything worse? How's the breathing/pulse doing.]

[inaclearing]

[Shit - ]

Is he...I'll get a first aid kit.

[He takes a few steps in that direction, though he is also waiting to hear if Tommy's actually breathing.]

[dullshooter]

Alright. Well, this sucks. Business first, mourn later. Let's do the investigation thing.

[He sincerely cannot tell the difference.]

cw: breathing difficulties

[bathymetric]

[ It's slow, but there. His breathing seems to fluctuate, between the occasional quick gasp and generally slow, like his heart rate. Moreover he's sweating a lot. ]

[visiblepattern]

He's still breathing, but the pattern is...really bad. He's having severe difficulty. And his heart rate is slow.

[inaclearing]

[Well, he'll bolt off and come back with one of those handy-dandy first aid kits, anyway! Brett's yielding to Forrest on this one, though. Even if he's from some kind of fantasy world, and maybe uses magic for it (?), he's an actual trained medic.]

What - what should we do?

[Is there anything like a visible injury?]

[bathymetric]

[ There is not! He is somewhat cold and clammy to the touch, but there is no sign of any injury.

The bluish tint to his lips and fingernails probably isn't normal, though. ]

[visiblepattern]

...Get something to keep him warm.

[He's not familiar with how to treat this nonmagically; normally you just hit them with Recovery and they're good to go, but this is...

Look hopefully he's not wearing a lot of tight clothing because he is going to find ways to loosen whatever there is.

He has the horrid feeling that he's about to watch someone die.]

If he, um... If he stops breathing we're going to have to start compressions.

[bathymetric]

[ Thankfully, he's still rocking that tie-dye and jeans combo, so it shouldn't be too hard to loosen his clothing!

Also thankfully, though he doesn't seem to be very comfortable, he is making noises, mostly grunts and grumbles, the more you examine him. ]

[visiblepattern]

Tommy...?

[He just kind of looks at Misfire, Brett, anyone who's around.]

Talk to him. I don't know how much he can hear us or how much he's in position to care, but...

[inaclearing]

There's shock blankets here...

[Brett pulls one out, unfolds it, and drapes it over Tommy. Other contents of the kit scatter over the ground. That done, he moves to Tommy's side, placing a hand on his shoulder. Talking is, at least, something he knows how to do - despite everything, he can still sound calm.]

Tommy? Tommy - Misfire, Forrest, and I are here. You're going to be alright.

[dullshooter]

[Misfire squats down. Holding his dear and new friend, the Otamatone.]

Hey, Tomathan. It's time to wake up. Ready? 3, 2, 1 -

[And holding it right by Tommy's ears, he just - beeps.]

[asymptotes]

[ This is the least dignified way anyone has ever been roused from what this man has been through-

But that does rouse Drakkon with a start, eyes wide, gasping for air. How could he let this happen, how could he fail like this, he's going to kill-

But then the gasp is a little too much, so he coughs, and the moment of visible anger is replaced with a sort of sulk. ]

... Why?

[visiblepattern]

[HOLY SHIT OKAY-

...Seeing as you are now awake, he will get off you and stop messing with your clothes.]

Ah, just...don't move too much, it's probably not good for you right now...

[inaclearing]

Oh my god -

[Fair to say that the sudden otamatone scream also scared the shit out of Brett! But never mind that! Still holding onto Tommy's shoulder!]

Are you okay?

[dullshooter]

[Misfire's just making the Otamatone scream in celebration don't mind him.]

[asymptotes]

Ngh-

[ He hates the horrible little music men so much!!! ]

I think... so? Been better.

[dullshooter]

You know how to do this kind of thing, right, Forrest?

[They're covered and fine?]

[visiblepattern]

[NO NOT REALLY]