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

[bootyhunter]

Yeah, dipshit! Don't act like you didn't know.

[he does not sound like he's happy about it!!! but hey now it's out there]

Shootin' your shot always comes with the risk of missin' bigtime, baby.

If you can't handle the heat, that's your problem.

Don't tell me you haven't got any fight left in ya! You survived a friggin' vampire's nest! Y'know!

That Dracu-LARP bastard. Draculoopy? Dracu... Lulu...

[hotpaprika]

I... I did not, to be truthful.

[...Why does he feel better about the rejection knowing that Dandy thinks he's attractive. A genuine blush is crossing his face.]

Count Dracula. I suppose I did not quite "survived" as much as I was kidnapped here. I wasn't due to be killed there until the end of June.

[God... he would be dead right now if he was back home.]

... Do you think the way I fight is even useful? I fear that I mostly get in other people's way.

nsfw

[bootyhunter]

Liar.

[He's just being a bully bc this... Tactic seems to be working, surprisingly.]

Liar! Pants on effin' fire, Jon.

Hey, we can't all be the suped-up, people-shaped versions of Swiss army knives! Look, don't spread it around, but all that guttin' people bullshit?

Sounds gross! I don't care for it.

Also, I'm glad I don't have to sleep with that kinda thing on my mind at night. I might be a booty and booty-obsessed little bastard, but at least the asses I fantasize about are all in one piece!

Or, well. Two pieces.

Cheeky ones.

[He makes a grabby hand motion.]

Attached.

[hotpaprika]

[Jonathan is once again burying his face in his hands.]

I-I'm not lying! I don't want to gut people either, but I think it's quite obvious that I'm not particularly helpful to the group.

[bootyhunter]

So we're the eye-candy, then.

[this is not even CLOSE to true, lmfao]

That's plenty of help! In the spankety-bankety depo.

[hotpaprika]

[The blind, absolutely confused.]

... What does eye candy do?

[bootyhunter]

Look pretty.

That was supposed to say he blinks this is what I get for tagging half asleep

[hotpaprika]

I... don't quite see how that helps fighting. Or at all.

[bootyhunter]

It means we help make miracles happen.

Like good lick- [NO!!!] I mean, luck charms.

[he says about two people who both got gotten in the end]

[hotpaprika]

I must admit, I do not feel like much of a good luck charm.

[...]

However I suppose... it is nice knowing that that you appreciate me on some level, regardless of my behavior.