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]

[ She makes a thin, wet noise – maybe an aborted laugh – and shakes her head. ]

No. I don't. I think... running is all I've ever been good at.

[kninja]

...Hah, maybe My Lady back home would appreciate me saying it like this.

[He holds up one finger. For once, he's deadly serious.]

The only antidote to fear is doing something about what you're afraid of. You don't hafta do it alone, especially if you're not sure what can be done. Two heads are almost always better than one.

But anything else--hiding, or pretending nothing's wrong--is just a temporary salve.

[honeyedtea]

[ Mielle lets out a hard breath, like a soft hah. Doing something she's afraid of – he really makes it sound so easy. But then again... a lot of things in this place have been easier than she expected. Easier than back home, at least. Which is the part that's been so frightening. The others have been so kind, so gentle with her. So what will happen when they're done with being kind?

She doesn't voice that thought, though, instead going back to wiping at her eyes. The flow of tears has eased now and all that's left is the embarrassing traces left behind. ]

This Lady of yours... sounds quite wise.

[ She manages a smile. It's a fragile, uncertain thing but it's certainly better than her tears. ]

Maybe I could stand to be a little wiser as well.

[kninja]

[Definitely better. Obi smiles, too.]

She's at least as reckless as me, honestly. That's why Master has me look after her. Even though she's had good reason to be afraid of the world, she keeps her eyes open and always on the path ahead of her, come what may.

[He seems to catch himself, and his smile takes on a slight, self-aware wryness.]

It's part of why I'm so fond of My Lady. Hard not to admire someone like that, right? I'm sure we could all stand to be a little more like her in one way or another.