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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[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]

[hotpaprika]

A "Butt-fet"?

[He smiles watching Dandy eat while he politely eats his own meal at his desk, nodding along to his story. He didn't quite understand all of this, particularly the "they've got all the ass you can eat!" bit, but he was a good storyteller, and Jonathan loved hearing them.

But... he's stalling, and he knows that. Once he finishes his meal, he stands back up and sits at the edge of his own bed again, finding the floor particularly interesting all the sudden.]

... I suppose I should get to why I asked you to have breakfast with me in private. Uh... if you do not want to discuss anything, you can leave now if you wish.

[bootyhunter]

Yeah! It's a delicacy. Sometimes it's expensive, and sometimes it's not! It's delicious either way.

[Dandy watches Jonathan squirm, smirking slightly. He feels so confident! That this is gonna be about Obi and Jon and how they were rainbow-confetti-ing all over the place! He thinks he knows!!!!

Oh boy, is he about to get his shit got.]

Nah!

I'm good. 'Fess up, Jonny-boy.

[hotpaprika]

[Jonathan nods, taking a deep breath to stabilize himself before he starts.]

Mina and I... we never had quite the most standard relationship. We adore each other and every day I am apart from here hurts me to my core, but... we also always knew there was something different about us. We have reached an understanding that we can love others as we love each other. So I ask you not to call my current relationship into question after what I am about to say.

[His collar feels tight, his mouth feels dry, he wanted nothing more than to run out of this situation and never speak to Dandy again.

He runs a hand through his hair in frustration.]

I... I am terribly sorry, Dandy. I hope this does not ruin our friendship. But after my Obi died, I realized that I cannot leave things unsaid anymore. Time is too precious now.

[He's dancing around the point, stalling for as much time as possible. A part of him hopes that Dandy would just get uncomfortable and leave, while another part was silently begging for Dandy to encourage him on this.]

[bootyhunter]

Hah?!

[He truly has no fucking clue, but he looks freaked out! Mostly because he's worried for Jonathan's safety.]

So you two're swingers? Aaaah. Not the first time in history that's happened, buddy, hate to break it to ya.

You're gonna have to try a little harder if you wanna rock worlds the Dandy way, baby.

[In his mind he is wondering "then how tf has this bitch not gotten laid yet" but Dandy at least has the grace not to say it!!!]

What else have you got on your mind?

1/2

[hotpaprika]

I, uh, I suppose?

[He wasn't sure what he was getting at, but he supposed it wasn't a bad start?

He inhales, trying to keep himself from panicking too much. Okay, he can do this.]

D... Dandy, I... I need to tell you that I...

2/2

[hotpaprika]

... I love you.

[He looks away from Dandy, too scared to see his reaction.]

1/?????

[bootyhunter]

2/?????

[bootyhunter]

3/????

[bootyhunter]

4/4

[bootyhunter]

[ALSKJFLKAJDSFKLAJSLDFK ALDKFJ LAKJDFLAKJSFKLAJSD FKLJ>!?!??!?!LJDLF L JKSALJDF


LKASJDF AJLLA >?!LASKJFLAJ O( @#RJQLKJ FEaSFADFSLKJ. ??!?!?!!!!!!!!!!!!]

That's not British for "You loathe me," right?

I'm j-just...

[He takes a winded breath.]

Checkin'.

[hotpaprika]

[Jonathan face freezes, staring at Dandy in worry.]

N-no? Of course it isn't! I...

[He looks away again, staring hard at the floor.]

I... apologize. Forget what I just told you, I did not mean to make you uncomfortable.

[bootyhunter]

No, no! I...

[He shakes his head in dismay, edging himself a little closer. Graceful isn't an adjective anyone would ever use to describe Dandy, but he is most certainly trying.

Dandy raises one of his hands as a truce. Not a trace of anger extends itself into his angular features. He only appears incredibly confused.]

I'm not eeked out, or anythin'! It's just...

[Don't do it.

Don't say stupid bullshit and break more glass. More timelines, more relationships.

No more fractures.

Fuck.]

I mean, the "L word?" Like... For real?

Are you sure you don't just think I'm... U-uh.

[His voice gets very quiet.]

D-dandy?

[He means cute, he's lost his train of thought.]

[hotpaprika]

[Jonathan relaxes, just barely. He can't quite look at Dandy as he listens, mentally preparing himself for his response.]

Dandy you have been nothing but sweet to me, you are so caring, and Lord! Your beauty rivals Greek gods! I adore you and your company and it's a blessing every time I see you.

[There is a quiet pause.]

It... it is a similar feeling that I had with Obi when... when he was still with us.

spoilers for space dandy s2

[bootyhunter]

[Dandy tries not to flinch.

"I adore you-"

He can't help but shake the feeling that this will not end well. If he's being honest with himself, the only relationship that worked out for him in recent history had ended with him dying. In that context, it was fine. An incarnation of death had told him that he had her love, and he willingly went back to her, accepting his demise.

And therefore accepting the nature of all living things.

Here, however, it's different. People don't perceive the streams of time in quite the same way. He will have to be gentle.]

Damn, baby.

I didn't realize you were such a flatterer. I should've.

You always talk so fancy.

Love's a pretty strong word, though.

[The next line of dialogue is whispered with a quiet, languishing intensity. Dandy bullshits so often it might as well be his middle name,]

And an even stronger feeling.

I'm sorry you're hurtin' so bad, Jonny.

I just wish there was a helluva lot more that I could do about it.

[hotpaprika]

[He smiles faintly, but concern grows as Dandy continues.

"Love is a strong word"

"I'm sorry you're hurting"

"I wish there was more I could do about it"

He... he was being turned down, wasn't he? No, this was fine, it was a long shot and he knew it. The fact that he didn't immediately laugh in his face or worse was a good thing. He got it out and that's all that matters.

That still doesn't stop the hurt from coming through in his voice.]

Oh... oh no, that... that's quite alright. I just... I just wanted to make sure there wasn't anything left unsaid in case one of us...

[He can't look at Dandy. He doesn't want to see how he's surely pitying him right now.]

[bootyhunter]

Goes to the great big surfin' shore in the sky?

[He chuckles. Making light of death is easier for him, and probably wildly inappropriate, but he's doing his best to diffuse the obvious tension.]

There's a whole bunch of em, y'know! Andromeda has a couple that're just amaze-balls. If we end up makin' it outta here alive, maybe I'll take ya one day.

[Dandy reaches out to gently touch the side of Jonathan's face, and slowly works his way to resting a knuckle beneath the other man's chin. There's a voice in the back of the alien hunter's head, screaming not to do it, cosmically loud.

Like always, Dandy ignores it, and attempts to guid Jonathan's cheek so that their eyes are forced to meet each other.]

Hey! You look at me when I'm talkin' to you.

[hotpaprika]

[It takes too much willpower to not immediately relax into the touch, making his gentle nudging towards Dandy stiff and uncomfortable. He stares at Dandy's eyes for a second too long, suddenly realizing that he's been gazing into them.

A part of Jonathan want to cry out at Dandy, demanding to know why he insists on teasing him like this if he didn't share his feelings.

He can't, he cares about Dandy too much to say so, but he swallows the words down before he speaks.]

I... I'm terribly sorry Dandy.

I... yes, we could all use a nice holiday after this. But...I am unsure if I will be able to stand to be near the ocean for awhile after this.

[A part of him hopes that Dandy will just forget all about this conversation if they talk about something else enough.]