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

[asymptotes]

[ Well, Mister Oliver hasn't been around much since the trial, which... could make sense, considering what happened to him right before it. But he's up bright and early Wednesday, taking advantage of the size of the space available now to jog laps around the place with Cruger. So if you want to see a man running with his big, friendly dog, now's the time! But he's definitely looking more... focused, less chipper. But that's probably just the exercise.

Later on, he's... in the arcade, actually, uh. He's grabbed a real smoothie from the bowling alley and taken it in, and he seems to be trying to recapture his youth or something at one of the shooting games. ]

Want to play? Gotta warn you, I'm pretty good.

[ And judging from his score, he isn't kidding.

Later still he's outside in Goddess Row, having constructed some makeshift dummies and sparring with them. Except he has them arranged over a wide space, so he moves between them to "fight" them one at a time. ]

Laps

[pairtner]

[Given what happened last week, to see Oliver moving is a welcome sight. Once he's passing by, she has to ask:]

How are you feeling? I mean physically.

[asymptotes]

Getting better.

[ He sighs. ]

Full sprint's still tough, but I can manage a jog.

[pairtner]

After what you went through, that you can manage a jog is a favorable sign. Congratulations on your recovery so far.

[Surviving a poisoning is pretty tough. Not many can pull that off]

goddess row

[onemillion]

[Oh, wow. Look at Tommy go. What a normal suburban dad thing to do!!]

I'm glad to see you're feeling better.

[Don't worry, he's absolutely not getting close enough to be an accidental target!!]

[asymptotes]

[ Normal!

He chuckles. ]

Even a poisoning can't keep old Sensei Oliver down.

[onemillion]

I'm glad to hear that. It really was worrying.

[But there's no point in lingering on that for too long; if they weren't able to figure out what happened then, it seems unlikely they'll be able to now.]

Did you set these up?

[asymptotes]

Someone didn't count on how in shape I am, I guess.

[ And how much his physiology has been changed by [REDACTED] but!!! ]

Yeah, it felt... better than just running kata in the gym.

[onemillion]

[He wants to promise that they'll find that person eventually... but he doesn't want to make a promise that they can't exactly make good on. So Rossiu nods instead.]

I imagine it helps to change the routine sometimes. This is a good place for it.

goddess row

[howveryglib]

[...okay, that makes him feel a little better, to some degree. He might consider messing around with this as well if he has permission...]

You are feeling better this week, then. I am glad to see it.

[asymptotes]

[ He slams an elbow into the head of one of the poor dummies, then relaxes, shaking his arms out a little. ]

If a little poison could stop me, I wouldn't have the stomach for half of what I deal with at home.

[howveryglib]

I presumed as much, but even the strongest of us can be laid low by something entirely unexpected.

[...]

If you feel up to a living partner, simply inform me.

[asymptotes]

Oh yeah?

[ He smirks. ]

I can't promise a hundred percent, but... wouldn't say no.

[howveryglib]

Nor can I. I have neglected unarmed combat somewhat, and while I would not say I am incompetent at it I believe I could stand to hone my skills a bit.

laps

[honeyedtea]

Ah– Mister Oliver!

[ She looks more surprised to see him than she does the big doggo. ]

Is it really alright for you to be pushing yourself like that...?

[asymptotes]

Well, I'm no doctor, but...

[ He sighs, slowing to a stop. Cruger looks up at him, confused why we are stop. ]

... figure I can manage at least a few laps.

[honeyedtea]

[ She has a look on her face like she wants to protest more, but... well Mielle's not exactly a doctor either and if he's fit enough to jog, then it's probably fine. ]

I suppose you would know your own body better than anyone...

[ After a moment, she gives him a smile. ]

It is good to see you back on your feet, though.