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Week 3
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! ]
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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It sure is annoying to have to listen to it, though! Especially when he decides to do a little vending machine therapy and gets an inoffensive batch, and then... a considerably more offensive batch. He's going to stare at that Funko-fied Livia for a moment and... decide he's gotta do something about that radio. He can't keep that thing in his room anymore. That's war, sure, but he doesn't need to be reminded of it and whether it could have possibly been avoided.
So he's going to head back to the art supply store with the radio to see if there's anything he can use to destroy the damn thing! The sculpting tools aren't particularly... common, but he can try them, at least. Unfortunately, it's kind of sturdy! And the damn thing keeps playing out things as he tries to break the thing...]
"Lahabrea, what have you done?"
"No more than was necessary... for my god to be reborn."
[He keeps hammering at it. He would be impressed by the durability if it wasn't so inconvenient. It maybe skips ahead a bit...]
"And from the deepest pit of the seven hells to the very pinnacle of the heavens, the world shall tr-"
[Slam. It goes quiet. Maybe he broke it? Maybe he broke it. He wipes off his forehead because he's been working at this for a while at this point...
...but lmao nah, a very different voice with that barely detectable digital underpinning chimes in after a second or so, and he freezes up a bit]
"-right, Gaius. I have turned down the work on the Meteor Project. I know His Radiance will be displeased, but there are simply too many unknowns-"
[...what if he shocks it with the Personal Space Reminder. will that get it to stop. He kind of hopes it will stop it...]
Vending machine
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Uhhhh]
I… always find it quite bizarre to see what comes out of that machine. Why a portrait of the Emperor, of all things…
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[How do you say.]
...I like his hair.
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[lol. lmao.]
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[He doesn't know why that should be "of course," but okay. After a pause, he hands the painting over.]
Well, here you go, then. Take good care of him, Cap'n.
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[he will go ahead and take it!]
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art supply store
Rossiu ends up watching from the doorway for a moment, silent and still like he's considering turning and leaving before Gaius catches him. But that moment has probably already passed, so he hesitates for just a moment longer before entering. While he doesn't exactly have the context for either conversation, the second one seems to be the bigger concern...]
...I suppose it makes sense it's difficult to destroy.
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[at least it’s just static at the moment…]
They have been reasonably useful in the past, but I am at my wit’s end with the damnable things.
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[Obviously it doesn't always work because it is a motive and that defeats the purpose of it, but it's an Attempt.]
But given how troubling the messages are, destroying it may be a better option.
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[And therefore remove any lingering temptation. Hopefully.]
I wonder what he'd do if none of us act on this... I imagine he would be furious.
[That's when we'd get the starvation motive, right??]
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[…sigh…]
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Art Store
Immunity to water, striking damage, fall damage... maybe a meteor would work?
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[…he’ll try shocking it again.]
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[ He walks closer to get a good enough look at zapping pt 2. ]
Have you tried fire yet?
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[...hm.]
Not as of yet, though I am not quite sure what to use that would not, say, potentially destroy our ovens.
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[ He cups his hand under his chin. ]
For an underwater zone this place is awfully adverse to fire... well, we wouldn't to inconvenience everyone else even with the restaurant. But it might be something to keep in mind?
[ When did this become a "we", it's a we now. ]
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[...]
In a way that is not intended.
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Vending Machine
But then he finds the spectacles and freezes...
Oh god. He recognizes the frames. Even after all these years, he could recognize these spectacles and all they stand for. There's even the crack in one lens that lines up almost perfectly with the scar on his face...
He instinctively picked them up, but he didn't dare try them on. Not here. Not in public, where people might see him. Sure, only two trusted people knew what he was, but if too many found out... No, they don't know the significance of the glasses, do they?
.... The Undertaker kneels down, pretending to put the spectacles back down but secretly hiding them away in those oversized sleeves of his and grabs at the calendar. ]
I say... What a peculiar assortment of rubbish we have here.
[ He hopes he doesn't sound too too shaken. Gaius better be distracted by other matters at the moment... Like that stupid radio of his? ]
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…yes. It is always rather peculiar, is it not?
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You don't plan on giving some of this away, do you? You never know what sort of person might want to relieve you of some of this junk.
[ Please, PLEASE give him an excuse to take a random thing with him as well. ]
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[...]
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I would like to keep at least one weapon, at least.
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[ Good, now to find something else to take off his hands so he doesn't start asking too many questions...
Ah! He plucks the Hollyhock from the pile with his free hand. ]
And what sort of flower is this?
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[He turns to look at it, and... uh. hm.]
...Ah, I would not know. I am no botanist.