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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[bootyhunter]

Yeah! About that... Subtle's not really my style, in case you haven't already noticed.

You've peeped the pompadour! You knew what you were signin' up for.

[Dandy maintains his seemingly bombastic ego, and while it's not a veneer per se, there is something he's hiding beneath that devil may care exterior. Truth be told, he's just as excited to be holding onto this tenuous thread of happiness as the Hope's Peak survivor, despite his confident grip on the taller young man's wobbly person.]

And it's startin' to sound like you wanted it bad.

Oh! And one other thing- I don't do that mousy, shyguy bullshit. If I ride for you, I'm ridin' from the bedroom all the way across the Milky Way and then some, baby!

[HATE THAT DOUBLE ENTENDRE]

Which means I plan on screamin' it from the Mountain Tops.

If you're good with that, then well... Maybe we should wash the stank of yesterday off our backs and get to know each other a little better.

[joy and rossiu will pay a hefty price for being cool with this

hefty]

Are you in or what?

[sixthnonsense]

[The fact that a conversation could go from so emotionally charged to so...sexually charged...that really is the Dandy way, isn't it. It takes all of Hagakure's willpower to not bury his face in Dandy's shoulder when he goes on about riding and yelling, but honestly? In the heat of the moment, what is there to be quiet about? It's pretty damn gratifying to have your lover let you know how much they're enjoying their time with you, right?

"Your lover"... Heh. Inwardly, Hagakure's tickled to even have the opportunity to think that way. Dandy's right- he really does want this.

He wants this and more.

Tears dried and nerves settled, he offers Dandy a confident nod.]

I wouldn't wanna be anywhere else.

[God, I am so sorry Joy and Rossiu.]

[bootyhunter]

[Dandy flips switches on and off with all the gusto of a child left alone in a control panel, in part because he is not comfortable being a tender, lumpy thing for extended periods of time. The fortune teller's bubbly eagerness and oddly timid sentimentality is refreshingly innocent.

Something that Dandy doesn't remember ever being or feeling, if he were to reminisce.

The alien hunter can't help but feel for the guy. If this is heaven for Hagakure, then all he's known is hell, and Dandy is happy to provide a refuge from that for however long they have together.

But is the same thing true for him? Space Dandy?

He can't say. Honestly, he doesn't even want to think about it. It'll ruin the fun.]

You better mean my arms and not this dump of an underwater chum-collector.

[Yes, Dandy! That IS what he means??? smh]

I'll lead.

[He takes the other man's hand, allowing the leaning to linger before doing so, and runs his own long, oddly slender fingers all over the lines that trace Hagakure's palms.]

Hey! I think I've got all the information I need to tell you your fortune, buddy.

I think there's a 69% chance that your back's gonna be hurtin' pretty badly tonight. But it's okay, baby~!

I'm great at massages.