Week 4

[bathymetric]

Good morning, New Rapture. A new day is dawning.

Sunday arrives ahead of schedule again, bringing with it the creeping dread that this is just how this is going to go. Welcome to the murdergame cycle.

At least there's another section of the city available to you! This one even has some things to do without you having to make your own fun. Which also means there's more to find about this place.

There's still over 20 of you alive... maybe that's something to celebrate? It could be worse! But... at least one of you is an attempted killer, apparently. Either way, better keep talking if you want regains!



SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[ ooc: Welcome to the fourth 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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Investigation!

[inaclearing]

[Shortly after midnight on Sunday - and it is Sunday - there's a bit of a clatter in Suite 5 as Brett bursts out of his bedroom. He seems fine, but probably none of you actually heard or saw him go in there last night? Or Friday night, however you want to put it.

He bolts to the lobby, still in a loose shirt and sweatpants as if he'd been asleep, and stares up at the clock again. Looking around...there's no sign he was just here at all.]

The hell...?

[But there's not much to do about that right now, so eventually he does end up just going back to bed.

In the actual morning, he goes to look around the new row of shops. The darkened and more rural air of Goddess Row hovers somewhere between creepy and comforting. Close your eyes a little, and you could imagine it's some backwoods part of Whitetail in the middle of the night. You know, if you tried real hard.

The church immediately attracts his attention, simply for looking as abandoned as it does. He enters and runs a finger along the dusty back of one pew, before walking up to inspect the wall of holy symbols.]

...isn't that the Jedi symbol?

[Yeah, he's investigating in here starting with this stuff. Is it the Jedi symbol, lol?

After that, he retreats back to the bowling alley. He's not bowling, but he is sitting at a counter just fully laying into a plate of nachos. It's possible that he hasn't sat down to have an actual real meal since like, late Thursday. He kinda still looks like shit? Oops.]

church

[specialyellthing]

The what, now? [Zinda’s come to check the new places out too—- might as well make sure there isn’t anything overtly dangerous, or to see if there’s anything she can use to try and get them out of here.

Instead, she’s just about to get a pop culture lesson.]

[inaclearing]

Oh - that one, right there.

[He'll point out the Jedi symbol!]

It's from a movie. I guess some people say they're Jedi on the census or whatever, but that's just for fun - it's a movie thing.

[specialyellthing]

Why would ya go and do something like that on the census?! [brett don’t tell the patriot about how people troll the census.]

A movie thing? The worlds gettin weirder and weirder each day. But I’ll bite. What’s it about? Do they do judo?

[inaclearing]

They reached a pretty big percentage in New Zealand a few years ago, I think. Big for a fake religion, anyway.

[NOT ALL CENSUSES ARE ABOUT YOU]

They fight with laser swords and use a thing called the Force. The mystical energy that binds the universe together. Also it's all in space.

[specialyellthing]

Well that just sounds like---

like a Green Lantern, actually.

[inaclearing]

...a Green Lantern?

[He says, not really in a "what is that" tone so much as a "why are we bringing comics into this now" tone.]

Investigation!

[bathymetric]

[ I mean it definitely seems like it is! There are a lot of symbols back here. Ones you recognize from Regular Earth are most prominent, but there's truly a wide variety. ]

[inaclearing]

[Cool! Brett doesn't recognize any of these! Assuming that diamond one isn't actually supposed to be a hazard symbol, anyway.

Are any of these given a place of precedence, as far as he can tell, or is it just a Wall Of Stuff?]

[bathymetric]

[ There are some people who'd probably take it as a sign to stay away!

They seem to range in size more than they have places of particular precedence - those four, for example, are on the smaller side. They're also all removable, assumingly so that they could be taken elsewhere and used if like. "In front of everyone else" didn't do it for you. ]

[inaclearing]

[...this gives Brett a lot of ideas for experiments relating to Nandor, but he probably wouldn't want to participate in something like that, huh

He'll grab one off the wall, though, just to see if anything happens. The diamond one, let's say, since it's smaller and doesn't look too heavy!]

[bathymetric]

[ The man licks multiple dried blood samples for you and you kill him.

Nothing in particular, though it makes it clear that the dust in here settled over the symbols, rather than under. ]

[inaclearing]

[Hm. Well, he'll stick it back in, then.

If we're done with this wall o'stuff, he'll go to check out the altar next! Feels very horror-movie-esque, maybe a demon will jump out.]

bowling alley

[buriedstar]

[ It takes Seo Dawon a while to spot Brett with the nachos, but when he does he walks over with a friendly wave. He stares at the nachos for a second longer then necessary. ]

...I'll have to remember to cook next week, hostages or not.

[inaclearing]

That'd be nice. Though you might have fewer takers, after what happened with Tommy.

[Pretty much anyone probably would, he thinks - though Seo didn't make himself look too good at that last trial.]

[buriedstar]

[ Hmm... ]

We never did get to the bottom of that, did we? It's strange that whoever made an attempt didn't try again given that they couldn't have known Penelope had plans of her own.

[inaclearing]

Wouldn't have been that hard. I think maybe we've all been a little lax with our food.

[Brett hasn't necessarily walked away from a meal like it sounds like Tommy did, but less out of caution and more because...that's sort of an odd thing to do overall.]

I'm surprised they went for him, honestly. He's a big guy. Easier to be sure you've used enough poison with someone smaller.

[More like Brett himself, even. He's taller than Tommy, but Tommy definitely outweighs him.]

[buriedstar]

There's certainly easier targets, but then again if they had taken that into account they likely would have made sure he was dead before fleeing. I'm curious whether they'll try again this week, but they'd be a fool to use the same method again either way.

[ At least they have a profile, though. ]

[inaclearing]

...I guess there's not much we can do except wait and see. They didn't leave anything behind for us to figure out who they were...even if they had, I don't know what we'd do about it.

[Do they have the resources to...lock someone up?]

bowling alley

[visiblepattern]

Oh, there you are, Brett.

[Forrest enters the bowling alley carefully; it's clear that he has no idea what this place is used for, though the acoustics in here imply that it may get very loud when used for its intended purpose. Huh.

Anyway, he's carrying something?]

I was looking for you.

[inaclearing]

Oh! Yeah, sorry - I was in that weird church all morning.

[Don't worry about what he found there, he hasn't found it yet, but we've already determined it's a weird place! Brett grabs a napkin, cleaning off his hands as if to pretend that he wasn't just being a huge nacho gremlin.]

What's up?

[visiblepattern]

[Don't worry, Forrest will eventually discover the absolute joy that is nachos and then it's going to be all over for whatever remains of his dignity.]

I finished your coat. I, ah... I thought it might help a little, after everything that happened.

[He'll hand it over! It's a rather pretty dark green, formally-cut and double-breasted; it'll go with the suit and any other multitude of things. Embroidered into the lapels are a pair of red birds; they don't look exactly like any birds you've ever seen, but they're shaped in a general way that implies they're likely songbirds of some sort - they're kind of round and friend-shaped.]

I hope it's to your liking.

[inaclearing]

Oh - oh, wow.

[Brett...quickly dries off his hands a second time on a clean napkin, because now he just feels like he's made of grease, and then rises to take the jacket.]

This looks fantastic, Forrest! I can't believe you did all this so fast. [He saw embroidery, sort of - must've taken ages to do those birds. Brett puts it on and adjusts the fit, hands careful on the lapels.] Wow, thank you! This is the nicest thing I own! In general, I mean. That's a pretty low bar for stuff we've got here.

[visiblepattern]

[He seems sort of relieved at all of that, really.]

Oh, I'm so glad you like it! If you find anything that needs adjusting or mending, you can always let me know and I'll fix it up for you.

[Heeee.]

Those really are quite high compliments. The embroidery took a while, but I think it was time well-spent.

[inaclearing]

It fits really well, actually! I've never had anything tailored for me - we just buy all our clothes off the rack, like the ones in the department store. And anything hand-embroidered like that would be expensive.

[Geez, look at this. He's really happy with it, but it also makes him feel a little sheepish? It's quite the gift.]

I wish I could make you something in return.