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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[honeyedtea]

[ When she hears his voice, Mielle's body language immediately tenses – or maybe freezes over is more the right words for it. Her hands in her lap ball into tight fists and she has to bite back the response that instinctively rises to her lips. No good will come of picking fights and making enemies – she knows that.

But she's not like her sister. She can't put on a sugary sweet face and pretend that everything's fine when it's not. ]

... do you ever know what it is you're apologizing for?

[bootyhunter]

[Ah. There it is.

Dandy, surprisingly, appears relieved. If she's openly frustrated with him, that means they're getting somewhere. That at least she's expressing herself with honesty, instead of communicating mixed messages from behind a veil of politeness.

He throws both hands in the air in an exaggeratedly sheepish gesture, as if to imply that he's guilty as charged.]

Y'know what? Maybe not.

I can tell you what I mean by that! Or I can give you the floor to say what you've gotta say first.

I'll leave it up to you, baby.

[honeyedtea]

[ Her shoulders rise to her ears, like she's already going on the defense. ]

Don't–

[ – call me that is what she means to snap but she bites it back and wills her temper not to rise to the occasion. She can tell when she's being baited, even if she doesn't know why he'd follow an apparently sincere apology with an attempt to rile her up.

Or maybe it's just his general existence that sets her teeth on edge. That would certainly explain a great deal.

She lets out a hard breath from between gritted teeth, visibly forcing herself to calm down. ]

You had... no evidence whatsoever. Just an assumption, based on something strange he'd gotten from the machine and because of that you– you jumped on me, made an example of me. Because you didn't even understand what it was he'd found or what it meant for me to see it.

[bootyhunter]

[Dandy watches her erupt, keeping himself still in her presence. As much as he may feel like flinching in response to her words, they are deserved. Dandy forces himself to look not just in her eyes, but at what he perceives to be her mind's eye, and feels what comes forth from it.

A vibrational mismatch. Anger, radiating from within.]

You're right.

[She doesn't need the petty excuses, or to know that he's felt useless in every capacity since stepping foot in this miserable place. He is not a thinker nor a brawler, and in general, not the kind of man one would point to with a finger and identify as a hero. Dandy, from the looks of it, is truly nothing special.]

I jumped the gun on a dumb idea of mine, and it wasn't fair. To you or others.

[Dandy knows that by doing so, he had just wasted all of their precious time. Something that isn't guaranteed for any of them at this rate.]

I'll do better next time. Wait my turn, [He shakes his head either way for emphasis.] n' collect more pieces.

The accusations've got killer consequences too, and I... Straight up need to start thinkin' better. Or just, mmmm. Start thinkin' in general. Period!

[He tilts his head downwards to give them both some time.]

I've got a feeling that you're holdin' back a little. I'm here to let you know that it's okay to go ballistic with whatever it is that's botherin' ya.

I get it if you don't trust me. With the way things went down back there, I sure as hell wouldn't. Not if I were you.

[Dandy's shoulders deflate.]

But you can yell and scream if you want. Cuss me out, even, if you feel like it'd help you feel less... Wound up? Or whatever?

I won't tell anybody.

I owe ya that much.