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/OPEN

[specialyellthing]

[Thursday... It's getting closer and closer to Friday, and she's actually feeling pretty proud that no one's like, blown themselves up accidentally, given New Rapture's current doping scandal.

So Zinda lets herself relax, just a little bit. She can be found in the gym in the morning, working out, and being the world's blondest thirst trap. Girl didn't get a six pack just sitting at home, and she's been a little lax with the ice cream and cake recently. She'll stop and smile or wave at anyone who enters, though, or maybe even give out a friendly little Hawkah!

After her workout, she changes into... The Bortles Jersey, paired with a pair of shorts, and her hair bundled up into a ponytail. She can be found pouting at the scenes of some of their vandalism.]

Geez, that was a quick cleanup. Maybe we oughta try it again.

[But a majority of the day? She spends at the Bowling Alley, actually making use of it to-- you know. Bowl. She's freakishly good at it.

I don't think anyone's investigated the bowling alley-- is she likely to find anything exciting while she bowls?]

The Bortles Jersey...

[howveryglib]

[...oh : ( after receiving an unexpected crisis of self-reflection, too...]

...I suppose it is not entirely unexpected, but I am deeply disappointed regardless.

[we all worked so hard on our vandalism!!!]

[specialyellthing]

Just plain rude. Coulda at least left anything that wasn’t insultin. [She huffs, indignant.]

Kindof wonder when they had time to clean it all, too…

[howveryglib]

I do not get the impression that we are missing time the way we do on weekends, so I really do have to wonder how it happened.

…

I am glad no one seems to have received any actual repercussions from it, at the very least.

BORTLES

[inaclearing]

It's disappointing, honestly.

[Brett does seem genuinely sort of sad to see all the artwork gone! He's standing, arms folded, in front of the wall he was painting yesterday.]

That's not a bad outlook, though. That it means we can do it all over again.

[specialyellthing]

Right? He coulda at least left your trees. They were nice.

[inaclearing]

[Huh. Brett shrugs, but accepts the compliment!]

Thanks. I mean, he could've at least left all the stuff that wasn't actually obscene insults against him.

[Mind, Brett enjoyed those, but they also seem the most likely to be removed.]

[specialyellthing]

I thought so too. Sure, it's one thing, cleanin' up the messes with the foul language-- but erasin the symbol for The Blackhawks? Downright disrespectful.

[inaclearing]

Yeah! That's rude! And he left...

[Well. Maybe that's something different. Brett glances over at the patio.]

...you know, apparently he didn't fix up those carvings.

[specialyellthing]

... Ya think it was cause he didn't notice em? [She's very deliberately not looking at the patio. But...]

You think any of em are still out there? The people who left those messages.

[inaclearing]

...no, not really. I think they've probably all been gone for a while.

[Kinda pessimistic, but he thinks it's true.]

Some of it, I think he just didn't notice. But...I mean, there's a lot.

gym

[buriedstar]

[ Way too early in the morning is his usual gym haunts, and no he's reasonable and doesn't work out in a suit but nondescript casual clothes from the department store. Despite his mage status, he is not a noodle! Not that he's beefy, but the man does work out and it shows.

He looks over when she yells out her trademark word, with something of an amused huff. ]

The first time I heard you say that, I thought you were a beast tamer summoning a hawk. What does it actually mean?

[specialyellthing]

It doesn't necessarily have one meanin'.

It's The Blackhawk's battle cry. So you might yell it runnin' into battle. But it's also a noise of approval, or happiness. Sometimes a greetin'.

[buriedstar]

And Blackhawk is your...guild? Team?

Gym

[pairtner]

[Perhaps it was to be expected Zinda would be here in the gym. Aiba was simple doing some rounds all over the city, checking to see if there had been any changes worth noting, and Zinda greeted her like this.

It makes her wonder...]

Can I ask you a few questions about your catchphrase?

[specialyellthing]

Go for it! [She's more than happy to talk while she stretches, already cooling down from her workout. She's slightly out of breath, but in a fairly good mood for how early it is.]

[pairtner]

Where did it come from? Please give me as many details as you can -- I hae been wondering this for a while.

BORTLES!!!!

[hellaethics]

Aw, man. We put a lotta work into wrecking this place.

[Jason steps up beside her, a disappointed frown on his face while he dabs at his sweaty face with a towel. DDR is as good a workout as the actual gym apparently. He turns to look at Zinda and, in an instant, all concerns about the cleaned up vandalism evaporate and he grins.]

Hey, I have a jersey back home just like that!