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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[honeyedtea]

Mister Oliver?

[ Teen girl visitation hours! Here's Mielle, looking pale and shaky as she makes her way over, hands clasped so tight in each other that her knuckles have turned almost as white as her face. ]

I'd heard something had happened, but– are you alright? Th–that is... you're going to be alright?

[asymptotes]

[ Teen girl visitation hours! Drakkon tries to put on a nicer face, but it only sort of works. Again, though, that's saved by the circumstances. ]

With any luck. Guess all the working out paid off, huh?

[honeyedtea]

I–I see...

[ Mielle stares at him for a long moment – and then her face does something very unflattering before she buries it in her hands. ]

I'm so glad... I'm so glad...! [ Her voice sounds like it might be wobbling on the verge of tears. ] When I heard what had happened... I was so frightened we'd be down in that horrible room again... and that we might have lost you for good...!

[asymptotes]

Hey, hey, don't worry. It's all right.

[ It's strained, but he presently has no reason to be rude to an actual teenager! ... Not that that's stopped him before, but. Mostly he's tired. ]

With any luck, this spares us a week.

[honeyedtea]

[ She peeks up over her hands – whatever face she's wearing apparently isn't proper enough to show it to him in full. ]

D... do you really think so? Whoever did this... th–they might do it again... they could target any one of us...!