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! ]

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[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.

[visiblepattern]

What...happened, do you know? We found you lying out here barely breathing.

[inaclearing]

...Misfire, why don't we look around a little? Something must've happened.

[This is like 95% an excuse to get the otamaphone away from Tommy, but it works out! He'll get up and...well, is there any sign where Tommy came from? He'll assume back towards the elevator, if nothing presents itself.]

[bathymetric]

[ There isn't really a lot to indicate where he came from, no! I'll tell you for free that everything of interest is in Mercury Mile, but the most interesting thing on the streets is the man you guys found passed out. ]

[inaclearing]

[Anything to be seen near the body Tommy, then?]

[bathymetric]

[ Nope! That's a bit weird in itself, though. It seems like he just collapsed. ]

[inaclearing]

[collapsus est.....

Brett walks back to the clinic, just to poke his head in. The symptoms are kinda suspicious...he was in here earlier, but only for a second and he really wasn't looking around then. Is anything amiss?]

[bathymetric]

[ Oh, Brett. Oh my dude. Oh my guy.

The clinic is seriously fucked up. Like this place is a goddamn mess. ]

[inaclearing]

[Wow he just hecking failed that perception check earlier, huh. Alternately, he was focused on first aid stuff then and now he's coming back to see what this is all about - ANYWAY!

Does it look like there was some kind of altercation? Or more like someone dug through everything?]

[bathymetric]

[ that's my bad there look it's fine he was really stressed

It's definitely the latter! To account for him not noticing, it's generally more like a person tore through here and didn't feel the need to clean up? There doesn't look to be a single shelf of the sleeping aid and painkiller sections untouched, the bottles all knocked over and some of them actually left open! Wow, what a slob. ]

[inaclearing]

Yikes.

[How many bottles, and of what kinds, are left open?]

[bathymetric]

[ Honestly like...one of each kind, so quite a lot of them. So like, in the sleep aid section we've got some phenobarbital, some benzodiazepines, and just every over-the-counter medicine you could think of. Even melatonin? Weird.

In the pain killers section, some aspirin, Advil, Tylenol... Nothing stronger than the lone bottle of vicodin hanging out.

Unfortunately, it's a little difficult to tell just what was removed and what was dug through, especially with this quantity and variety of medication. ]

[inaclearing]

[Not loving that!

Assuming that's the end of it, he's gonna clean up a little in here before heading back to the others.]

[asymptotes]

[ Drakkon shakes his head, but only slightly. ]

Not sure. Details are... fuzzy. Wasn't attacked. Physically, I mean.

[visiblepattern]

I see...

[He says, in a way that indicates that he doesn't.]

It's good that no one attacked you, to your knowledge. What details do you recall, if any?

[asymptotes]

I was out... and I started feeling terrible. Before I knew it, I collapsed.