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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[bootyhunter]

[Post the um, if you know, you know...

Dandy is going to be hobbling from Suite 4 to the restaurant on Sunday morning!

Also, his hair is a disaster. Not just down, but seriously messy. He also happens to be wearing Joy's blobfish kigu. Roomies, feel free to harass him after last night's tomfoolery. Wildcards welcome as always!]

you know ;) Restaurant

[hotpaprika]

[Jonathan had been setting up for the seance for a good chunk of the day, but when he sees Dandy groggily move through the restaurant where he's setting up, he pauses. He is worried for Dandy's current state, but something else runs through his mind as he gazes at Dandy's messy hair for a touch too long.

He clears his throat in discomfort, before approaching his friend.]

Dandy, are you quite alright? You look terrible.

[bootyhunter]

[Insulted, he glares down at his poor, mild-mannered friend. He blinks a couple of times, groaning. The whites of Dandy's eyes are definitely bloodshot upon closer inspection.]

Gee, thanks.

Because I didn't know that already! Great.

[hotpaprika]

[He flinches noticeably at that.]

I-I'm terribly sorry, I did not mean to offend. It's simply that it's hard for me not to worry about those I care about, especially after the poisoning incident and the culprit still on the loose.

I do not know if I could forgive myself if you were hurt and I didn't do anything to help.

[bootyhunter]

[...Oh no.

That's such a sweet sentiment, it's almost sickening. The thought of "sweetness" alone makes his stomach a little queasy. Wow! That Malwort shit really is the worst.]

Sorry.

[For snapping.

For not being a better friend.

He had tried to find Jonathan after the trial, but Dandy's legs had led him back into his room and under the covers, eventually. He should've snapped himself out of it.

Jonathan was having a fucking miserable time.]

Dontchu get to worryin' your pretty little head about me! If anything bad happens to me of all people, I probably deserved it! Liiiiike, at least a tiny bit, ya dig? I'm the trouble-makin' sort.

[He growls, trying to ignore the throbbing within his head.]

How are you feelin'?

You look a little better today.

[hotpaprika]

[Jonathan relaxes into a smile at Dandy's apology, although he can't help but flush a little at the "pretty" comment.]

... As well as anyone else I suppose. I am planning on holding a seance later tonight here so I have been making some early preparations while I'm here.

[In truth, Obi's death has been eating him alive. Obi meant so much to him, and there were so many things left unsaid when he died.

He thought he had more time, but now he realizes how precious every conversation he has with others here.

Jonathan shakes himself out of the spiral and looks awkwardly at Dandy.]

Do you want anything to eat or drink? It might help your mood a little.

[bootyhunter]

[ok gay lmfao]

Oh, yeah.

They did used to do that a lot, back in your day! Spoopy.

[The worry in Dandy's face is evident. He watches Jonathan like he himself has been backed into a corner. Was anyone there to make sure the other man went to sleep okay? Rats.]

Uuuuh.

Do you know any good cure-alls for, like, a hangover? I'm comin' up off a pretty bad one. Don't drink the Malwort, or whatever. That shit's lethal, dog.

[hotpaprika]

[Jonathan looks like he could have slept... worse, but it's probably more contributed to being forced to fall asleep for the missing day than any act of self care.

Jonathan takes a moment to ponder the question.]

I hear vinegar is a good cure for hangovers. I can take some from the kitchen after we get you some breakfast.

[bootyhunter]

[He wonders if he should say anything, for a second. The thought blips and bloops in his typically empty head. There's no way Jonathan is feeling entirely balanced, not with his heart clearly having been torn in two. But instead of protesting, he merely nods along, because he understands.

Doing small things for others, in addition to spending time with them...

Those are the true remedies for a bad breakup. In this case, the cause of it was an untimely death.]

Sure.

[Dandy seems a little distant at first. Semblances of his usual cantankerous self do filter back in momentarily, though.]

What do you usually get? You don't put Tobasco on your eggs usually, do ya? I feel like you wouldn't be able to take the heat.

[The jab is trite, playful. A light verbal slap.

Mostly to push Jonathan out of whatever weepy raincloud he's caught amidst at the moment.]

[hotpaprika]

[He smiles, gently, at Dandy perking back up. It... it was nice seeing him a little happier. He looked good with a smile.]

Oh, no, that seems like an American thing. I've always been a fan of plain porridge and a hot drink for for breakfast.

[A thought crosses his mind suddenly and he feels his heart skip a beat. After Obi, a part of him is scared of getting too close to anyone for fear of losing them. But...he can't pretend his feelings never existed. Like it or not, every conversation was precious here, and each could be their last. He can't have things left unsaid anymore, not after Obi.

He shifts a little, suddenly looking a little uncomfortable.]

... Perhaps we could share breakfast at my suite? I wanted to talk to you about a... a private matter.

i feel like this tag is homophobic somehow

[bootyhunter]

Oh. That's right! You're, uh, British or whatever.

[THERE IS A PREGNANT PAUSE HERE BEFORE!!!!]

And, a little-

[His eyes dart around the room, but the look is QUICK so he doesn't get a CLEAR peek at WHO IS HERE OR NOT IT JUST SEEMS THAT THEY ARE ALONE

AND DOES THE LIMP WRIST MOTION?????]

Yeah! Yeah, sure, why not.

thank god jonathan is too victorian

[hotpaprika]

[Jonathan mirrors the limp wrist motion, looking absolutely confused.]

Ah, yes, I'm British.

[Is that??? What the gesture is for???

Still he perks up a little at the agreement in nervous excitement.]

Wonderful!

[After they grab breakfast Jonathan suddenly finds himself almost overcome with fear. What was he doing? Sure, he feels bad for the things he never said, but there was a reason for that! What if this ruins their friendship? What if he tells everyone here about him? What if he starts questioning Mina?

The nervousness absolutely evident on his face when they finally get to his room, as much as he tries to cover it.]

Make yourself comfortable.

very nsfw

[bootyhunter]

[Dandy laughs awkwardly, making a BIG DUMMY MISTAKE.]

Hey, you got it! Awesome.

I was worried I was gonna have to spell it out for ya.

[As Jonathan is Losing His Mind, Dandy stuffs his face with not a thought in his currently fluffy-haired noggin. He eats sort of like Kirby does, just... Inhaling everything all at once. It's pretty disgusting, actually.

All the "grrrgrrhgrrrhgrrrrrh" sounds are pretty difficult to ignore.]

I pretty much always am, Jonny-baby! My last girl used to get on my case about me always bein' a little too comfy-cozy any time, any place. But if it fits, Dandy does himself a little sitty-sit-sit!

[It's important to note that he... is eating... while lying on his back in jonathan's bed????? like it's his own, the idiot buffoon]

Look, I don't go to fancy restaurants often, and those cushions are soft. As. Hell!

[Translation: He was absolutely lulled to sleep by the live classical music being played at a very expensive and fancy restaurant that he absolutely did not pay the bill for.]

How was I supposed to resist a trip to the land of sweet dreams, huh? They've got all the ass you can eat! It's practically a butt-fet.

[u kno like buffet]

:)

[allatonce]

[After she gets back from breakfast with Hagakure, Joy knocks on Dandy's door. She wants to make fun of him. He said that he wanted to make her feel stuff and making fun of him for doing gay shit will make her happy so she doesn't feel bad that she's probably waking him up.]

Wakey wakey! I brought you coffee.

[bootyhunter]

[He's lying in bed, considering his life choices! Surprisingly, he does not regret them... He's just a little sad that a certain someone isn't here right now. The bed was warmer a few hours ago.]

...Is there poison in it?

[Probably a bad joke, especially with what went down during the trial.]

[allatonce]

[Yeah, he's awake and she's given him a chance to look decent so she just comes in with the aforementioned coffee. She also has some hashbrowns on the plate, which she's again holding like a bartender.]

I like you way too much to poison you!

[She means that positively but, like. Possible it doesn't sound that way.]

nsfw

[bootyhunter]

["I like you way too much-"

His feet are moving already, excitedly rushing to the door before he can he can even stop to think about it.]

Or is that just what you want me to think?

[Dandy opens the door with a grin, although much to poor Joy's chagrin, he is absolutely still just in his underwear.

And oh yeah, he's got a giant hickey on his neck along with a couple of other various sexy-time related markings all over his body. They were obviously made by someone who is still figuring things out.]

also nsfw

[allatonce]

[This is the (1) time she's not gonna complain and make him put on clothes and it's literally just because she clocks all the fucking hickeys on his body and points wildly.]

Holy shit, I was right! You guys fucked last night!

[This is way more important than trying to train Dandy to wear clothes according to her, person who is trying to train him to wear clothes anyway.]

Have you been bi this whole time? I can't believe you didn't tell me, I'm your lesbian bestie.

[bootyhunter]

[Yelling, and therefore completely defeating the purpose of the following statement:]

PIPE DOWN! EVEN MELON-HEAD'S GONNA HEAR YOU! HIM AND THE LEAFY RAT!

[Misfire probably also heard that. Through the walls.]

[allatonce]

Oh, you guys were loud enough last night I'm pretty sure he already knows.

[:)

She sets the plate down on the desk and hops up on it to grin at Dandy. This is great. This is even better than what she thought was going to happen.]

[bootyhunter]

[Oh!!! He is in it now...]

L-Look, I...

[sputter, sputter

gumby hand wave-]

HE STARTED IT!

it's nsfw again

[allatonce]

Oh, yeah? And I'm assuming you both finished.

[She kicks her feet back and forth, laughing. They absolutely don't touch the ground, for the record.]

Seriously, though, get that D as long as it's consensual and shit.

alcohol/ somewhat blurry consent cw?

[bootyhunter]

[Finish they did! A couple of times, actually. But for once, especially since this is both an emotionally and physically intimate scenario, he negates sharing the nitty gritty titty details. Nervously, he asks:]

You didn't hear the whole bathroom escapade did you? I...

[Because if she did that would be embarrassing!]

But, um... Yeah.

We...

[Dandy performs vague hand gestures to imply that he's pretty sure it was consensual both ways, but he's actually somewhat worried about that. This is surprisingly out of character for him as well- If his mind is clear enough, he tends to avoid taking advantage of inebriated women, because! Gross!!! If anybody doesn't believe me he sings a whole song about it.

Dandy almost leans into the temptation to blame it on the alcohol, and yet-]

Yeah.

[Wouldn't he have done the same? Wouldn't he have succumbed to his first real kiss from a close friend that wasn't a performance? That felt tender and brimming with excitement...

Chances are that if Dandy were sober, the urge would have been there regardless. Especially after the weirdly intimate conversation they shared.]

Woof.

[allatonce]

i don't really listen in on shit I know doesn't involve me, but go you! We have to take the wins we can get in this place.

[She means that, genuinely. In life her general philosophy is that you have to take the wins you can get, but well. It's especially true here, she thinks. Battle royale shit is always full of losing and she's still kind of upset about Hodaka in a way that she can't really quantify.

It's weird. Being in herself, present in one place, makes things feel more than she's used to. Is that a good thing? She doesn't know.]

So, is it a whole deal or were you guys more ships passing in the night?

NSFW!!! BLOCK THIS WHOLE CONVERSATION

[bootyhunter]

[Dandy deserves neither Joy nor Rossiu as roommates, they are FAR too accepting and tolerant of his stupid behavior!

It makes him feel so appreciated, though.]

I'm not sure.

We haven't exactly gotten the chance to talk about it yet.

[Mostly, Dandy doesn't want to speak for him.

(Which means it's serious.)]

He did let me get away with some pretty disrespectful stuff, though, so...

I'd place my bets on it bein' more of the first thingy-thong.