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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[bootyhunter]

[Dandy hesitates, noting the warmth in the atmosphere, and their connection despite the coldness of this place and its harsh realities. In any other company, his lips would be airtight. He would be reluctant to confess this in any other situation, but somehow, finally, he has encountered another being like himself.

The kind of entity that is so rare, some people would call them gods.

Dandy reaches a finger out to to tap the globe himself, drawing his own circle around one of the falling pieces of confetti.]

I think I get what you mean.

When I start feelin' empty inside, I try to focus on the sparkles.

[His lips turn upwards into a gentle grin.]

Not the whole damn globe, not the big, bulgey-ass universe with it's weirdo pocket dimensions, but the stars and shit! Or, well, whatever constellation is close enough. Sometimes it's a set of ass-moles that look like the Milky Way! Go figure.

Other times, it's the snot-bubbles comin' out of an ugly critter's nose.

[He means Meow, specifically.]

It can all sound pretty dumb, but.

I kinda think that's what makes life worth livin'. You focus on all the galaxy brain goop, and you'll just rot your mind. What's the harm in appreciating what people don't usually think is big n' grand?

Funny enough, it kinda makes it grander.

cw: gun violence

[allatonce]

You remind me of someone.

[She thinks of her dad's googly eyes. His bright "I think the laundry is happier up there!" and the easy way that he seems to diffuse any situation. He liked Becky.

He made everyone cookies.

He liked cream cheese in every universe.

In at least 14 of those universes, she shot him dead.]

No matter what the fuck was happening, he always seemed to be happy. Always picking up spiders and putting them outside... I'm not like that.

cw: spiders

[bootyhunter]

You don't have to be like that!

[He has no idea what's going through her head. If he knew, however, he'd be quick to correct her. Dandy is not quite as sweet- Not on the outside, anyway.]

You can be the girl who picks the spiders up and puts them in other people's hair! And then laughs about it.

There's room for everybody in the multiverse, baby! Both you and I know that.

[allatonce]

[There's room for everybody in the multiverse, huh? Joy doesn't know if she believes that. After all, there's a whole lotta people out there who are trying to wipe her out of the multiverse.

But she doesn't want to say that to him. That would probably be showing her hand a little.]

Gross, dude. I'm not gonna do anything like that.

[bootyhunter]

Really? But you've seen just about everything, Joy!

Can'tcha handle a little spider?

[He says, having full on screamed and ran from one! Tho tbf, that thing was pretty terrifying.]

Or is the asshat thing that you're not groovin' along with.

[allatonce]

I mean, some me out there is probably doing that.

[She thinks about the version of her that's in a Fallout vault situation, where she murders everyone else in the vault. That Joy would spiders in other people's hair.]

This me? I don't vibe with that. Torture's not really my thing.

[bootyhunter]

Oh yeah.

[There's a mischievous glint in Dandy's eyes as he delivers the next line:]

'Cause you're sweet, actually.

[allatonce]

I don't think anyone has ever mistaken me for that.

[She laughs, just a little, but that's not true. She remembers Becky tucking her hair behind her ear, saying you're sweet, you know that? in one or twenty universes.]

But sure. If you want to think that.

[bootyhunter]

Sweet and sour then! C'moooon, accept it! Just take the compliment for a change.

[He'll bump at her shoulder with his own.

Dandy isn't usually so direct with his loved ones, but then again, he has never met anyone else quite like Joy. So he will yell a little louder and hope that one day she Hears him.

Loud and clear.

Even if it's after he's gone.]

[allatonce]

Oooo, a Chinese classic. Except it's sweet and sour Joy, not pork.

[She laughs, before leaning on him slightly. Making a contemplative noise, Joy says:]

If I'm sweet and sour pork, you're orange chicken: everyone's favorite, but with a little spice.

[Joy's biggest secret is that she sometimes goes to Panda Express to get orange chicken instead of the local Chinese restaurant. Sometimes you don't want to do the auntie song and dance, and you just want some orange chicken. The people working at Panda Express aren't paid enough to care about her life and she likes it that way.]