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! ]

Comments

[bathymetric]

[ 10. V.O.
9. G.G.
8. V.O.
7. G.G.
6. V.O.
5. V.O.
4. V.O.
3. V.O.
2. V.O.
1. XXXX ]

[howveryglib]

[Huh! Okay. He'll note that down, then. He has no idea what any of those initials mean, but they've gotta mean something.

Is there anything else he can check out in the bowling alley?]

[bathymetric]

[ Who can say!

That's about it in here - apart from the audio log, anyway. ]

[howveryglib]

[Excellent! He'll go back to his room and put the tape in the audio log!]

[bathymetric]

[ The audio log starts, but for a good moment, no one speaks? Instead, there's a long silence that just for some reason... You know those people who just kind of ooze a dark and tense aura? Yeah.

After a low hum, a voice we're going to designate Founder De Cuisine speaks, deep and annoyed. ]

An insult. That is all this can be referred to, at the end of the day. I have accepted our good Mayor's conditions. In choosing me as his gourmey culinary designer, he has truly made the first step in a long journey to making this city—no, this civilization great and not simply a sty for the animals to feed.

HOWEVER. My expertise cannot be applied if he insists on using me in this way. To be lowered to the absolute dredges of society and instructed to create a menu built on the impurities diluting and poisoning the culinary world.

Therefore!

[ It's louder now? Closer? ...Is this man making a proclamation? ]

This, Mayor Frank Fontaine, can be considered my resignation and your city's doom, should you refuse to abide by my demands. I will not have my ideals used on something as lowly as this... As unrefined as mere plebian bar food...!

[ His voice drops to a low murmur once more. ]

The next course is yours, Mayor Frank Fontaine. I await your decision, for the fate of New Rapture's culture.