Week 5

[bathymetric]

Good morning, New Rapture. A new day is dawning.

Another week, another motive, another trial. Even without a literal time loop, it's easy to start to feel stuck in something of a rut. Though vandalism parties and the like can help shake the feeling somewhat, it's only natural to start going a little... stir-crazy, don't you think?

Fortunately for you, another week brings another new section of New Rapture to investigate. This one is the biggest yet! And look at that fun theme park. And a bar!

Seven of you are dead, but eighteen of you remain. What you do to try to escape is up to you, but at least following :)'s advice gets you coins for stuff, you know?



SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[ ooc: Welcome to the fifth 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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WEDNESDAY

[bathymetric]

[giddyundertaker]

[ He tried to shake the motive from his mind. Really, he did. But it's been a day and the Undertaker is still feeling uncharacteristically grim. What is this feeling? Can't be guilt, more like regret... Heartbreak, perhaps? Or maybe it's the sinking realization that he can't just defy god and everything like he used to...

He can't even find the man responsible to punish.

Something's bound to break, sooner or later. He just needs to make sure he's not the one breaking. Much harder than it looks, judging by how he seems to wander from place to place at random. You may find him near the jukebox at the Ice Cream parlor, playing a random song he found... On repeat. You might find him at the theater at one point, unspooling an entire roll of film for some weird reason. You might even find him just sitting by any window, staring blankly at the sea.

But the most concerning thing he does today is late at night, at the church. He's stolen a manikin from the department store, dolled it up like a proper young lady, and dragged it all the way in here to... Slow dance with it?! He's leaning his head on the manikin's shoulder, mumbling the words to that song he was listening to earlier... Are those tears streaking down his cheek?

Maybe someone should check on him before he goes completely insane. ]

Church

[pairtner]

Undertaker...are you alright? This is unusual behavior.

[Not something she expected to see. Is he...is he crying? Oh, he's definitely not okay, is he, she thinks]

[giddyundertaker]

[ He freezes in his tracks. A voice? He knows that voice by now.

Damn. He thought he was alone. Now he's standing there, staring blankly at the ground and not really looking for Aiba's true form hiding anywhere. What does he even say to explain himself... ]

... Could be better. [ Does he have to explain everything? No. He stubbornly refuses. Even though he trusts her well enough. ]

church

[buriedstar]

None of the women here are too your liking, huh? [ It might be his form of mercy that he remarks on the manikin and not the tears. As much mercy as you can expect from someone like him, anyway. ]

[giddyundertaker]

. . .

[ Let him just set the manikin down at a pew before properly addressing you, Seo. ]

I'm afraid you've hit the tip of the iceberg, kind sir.

[sastruga]

[No Mafuyu in sight at the library today. Instead, she's at the arcade for a while, playing, some off-brand not!Project Diva. On Extreme difficulty, because what kind of chump do you take her for? A little while after, she's taking a stop at Fontaineland. Not to any attraction in particular, she's just standing there, giving everything a thoughtful look.]

It's no Phoenix Wonderland, that's for sure. Maybe if Fontaine had Phenny-kun here...

[W-Would that... fix it...?

Later on, she's... well. She's at the nightclub again. A new favorite, which isn't too shocking considering she IS a musician. It just seems right for her to be here. This time, though, she's not backstage. She's right there on stage, looking out at the empty club.]

Nightcord 25... Yuki...

[...She shakes her head.]

...Ah, no.

Mafuyu Asahina, performing.

[She's taken a keyboard from backstage to play and then, well, she goes for it. It's... a bit different than the usual gentle way she sings, that's for sure.]

Nightclub

[pairtner]

[I'm like 50% sure Mafuyu is killing someone this week and that music is circumstantial proof as far as I'm concerned, haha.

Aiba seems to find it interesting, too]

This kind of music coming from you...it's unexpected.

[And makes one kind of concerned, she has to admit. Changes in behavior, especially after the Mayor's motive, are a bad sign]

[sastruga]

Is it?

[She still stands there, on the stage. Not moving yet.]

...What kind of music should I be singing?

[honeyedtea]

[ The nightclub isn't really her choice of venue, but this time of day it's proven to be mostly quiet and unoccupied – a good place to just sit with her thoughts, grim as they've proven to be this week. It's a surprise, then, when just as she settles in she hears Mafuyu's voice from the stage. But – that makes sense. Mafuyu likes music, doesn't she? And she seems so refined, that it makes sense she'd play something like the piano – or keyboard, it seems.

So Mielle's unprepared – so utterly unprepared – for the barrage of sound from the stage.

It's so... angry. She's heard Mafuyu's singing before, high and soft all those weeks ago, but it hadn't sounded a bit like this. Rough and low, each word spat and bitten out – it goes completely under her guard and leaves her sitting there stiff in her seat and eyes wide. With the lights on the stage throwing the shadows on her face into sharp, harsh contrasts Mafuyu even looks different up there. Colder and harsher, like the winter chill she takes her name from, but somehow more honest too. Seeing her like that, it doesn't strike Mielle as odd for a moment that she thinks she looks beautiful.

Oh. This is Mafuyu, isn't it? This is who she really is.

If she understands what that realization means – what it feels like – it doesn't show on her face. It's the height of rudeness to interrupt a performance by making a scene, after all. ]

[dullshooter]

[Well. It sure is a Wednesday. Fontaine's '''offer''' occupies more space in Misfire's mind than he'd really like it to. And he really doesn't have a lot of space in there.

Before properly getting up and out, Misfire moves from the floor of Seo Dawon's bedroom to...the floor of the suite 1 common room, legs resting up on the sofa in the most opposite way someone could be sitting. He holds up a plastic toy of a robot dinosaur that may be recognised from way back in their first motive, and is looking at it with a sort of...pitying expression.]

What're we going to do with you, Grimsy?

[Alright. He's talking to a plastic toy. He needs distraction, and stat. He hits up the nightclub and - completely unfamiliar with any of these instruments - tries his hand at playing with them. By the sounds of it he should probably stick to the otamatone.

Exiting the nightclub and coming across the theatre gives him an idea, however - but not one he can do alone. He goes off in search of Dandy to grab the guy. The proposition is three words: Ad. Lib. Commentary.]

does this joke even make sense

[bootyhunter]

[Dandy is so out of it, he has to blink a few times. He attempts to read Misfire's lips, but it's to no avail.]

Ass. Libraries...

Communism?!

[After a beat-]

Are you suggestin' we start a revolution?

suite 1

[buriedstar]

That depends on what Grimsy did. [ It's probably no surprise to see Seo Dawon given their living situation. He hadn't followed Misfire out right away, maybe to give him some space or maybe because he was really concentrated on the notes he was writing at the desk. Sleep is for the weak.

He sits down on the part of the sofa not occupied by Misfire's legs, with one of his usual smiles. ]

[visiblepattern]

[Forrest has mentioned before, to some people, that certain things make him want to just shut himself in his room and never leave. It seems Tuesday was one of those things; he had made himself scarce after he was finally able to stop looking at those bloodsoaked ribbons in their glass case, and he hadn't been present anywhere outside of his room for the remainder of the day.

Wednesday, though, he seems a little more willing to venture out; he can be found in the department store sewing room, working on finishing up a few things he owes people - he's behind because he's been having a Time of it, but he's determined to get something done. ...He doesn't really like any of it, and he'll probably start over on a few things before he finishes. His work isn't erratic, but it's weird and distracted. Fitful, in ways.

Later that night, he can be found out on the patio; he's never been the artistic sort outside of his work with textiles, but given that he works with clothes specifically he's not terrible at drawing the human form. And that's what he seems to be doing; he's got a sketchbook and pencils from the art supply store, and he's drawing what looks like a young girl in a short, flared dress that looks to be at least partially armored; ribbons crisscross their way up her tall boots, and her admittedly rather large hair is tied up in thick, twisting ponytails.

He leaves her face blank, however; he doesn't think he could do her any sort of justice.]

patio

[specialyellthing]

[Zinda’s just passing by, scoping everything out, making sure everything’s okay. Or at least, she’s trying to. Her own heads so fuzzy that she actually passes by Forrest before her brain catches up and she realizes he’s there, and she has to do a whole loop to turn around and come see him. But she does it, and approaches with a broad smile and a low whistle.]

Dang! That might just be the fanciest thing I’ve seen all day!

[pairtner]

[Garden

[Ever since the motive Aiba has been pretty pensive. She has been pretty quiet, wandering around without much of a purpose -- not that anyone may have noticed, unless they were lucky to see her hamster form wandering around. At some point today, she comes across to the garden, and sits on some of the rocks there]

...one month so far. You were once a year without me, Date, but...

[But the Mayor's 'proof' really rattled her. Not so much because of how it was several AI-Balls destroyed -- and she identified those as her own self, the color of the eye proved it -- but because of what it represents. It's proof he's willing to meddle, and also that he might still have access to ABIS one way or another. It's pretty disquieting.

After some sitting around, she...decides to remember. She wanted pretty badly to hear her partner's voice she sifted through her memories and began playing the memory. The visuals aren't present, but the voices and sounds are echoing in the garden.

Seven minutes of Kaname Date's more caring side.

Once the memory ends, Aiba is quiet.

Meeting Room

Apparently listening to that memory didn't cheer Aiba very much. She wanders back to the Meeting Room, where she can see the different items that represent the Mayor's threat.

When someone enters the room, Aiba's human form appears, and she asks one question:]

Do you believe alternate timelines exist?

[Well, if Joy is the one who enters, Aiba immediately adds: 'wait, they probably do where you're from' because of course, haha]

meeting room

[howveryglib]

[...that's kind of a wild question to walk in on, so he just kind of stops and thinks about it.]

...

I do not think I have enough information to determine one way or the other. Although, I suppose it would have no impact on me unless I had some means of accessing another timeline.

meeting room

[specialyellthing]

Well, yeah.

[She didn’t expect anyone else to be here, but—- she may as well answer. She crouches by the wall to look at the sad hunk of metal that used to be the aerie.]

Hard not to when I fell right outta one.

meeting room

[inaclearing]

After learning alternate dimensions are real here, I think I have to.

[Why one and not the other? Maybe technically they're all from alternate timelines that just diverged way back!]

Why do you ask?

NSFW, SOBS!!!!!

[bootyhunter]

[If anyone is to pass Dandy at the vending machine on Wednesday, they will catch him going all out ballistic on it. The poor bastard has just received a pair of undergarments that he most definitely recognizes. They are currently scrunched up in his hands. It is, um, afternoon sometime.

Yes, he is doing this despite the fucking stab wound in his left arm.]

KEH....!!!! HOW DARE YOU, VENDING. MACHINE! BABY!!!!

Makin' me look like I'm some kinda PANTY THIEF?!?!?! These aren't even panties for cryin' out LOUD! THEY'RE BIKINI BRIEFS!!!!!!!!!

[Late at night, however, someone may catch Dandy staring absent-mindedly at a half-full plate in the restaurant.

His eyes look vacant, as though he is somewhere else. *This option is closed to Forrest and a maximum of two other characters.]

vending machine

[giddyundertaker]

[ The Undertaker was wandering about aimlessly, so the sound of utter despair at the vending machine is a wonderful distraction from his thoughts. ]

Bikini... Briefs?

[ He inces closer, curious. ] Is that what undergarments look like in the future?

[ ... Oh. Right. The Undertaker is from ye olde Victorian England too. ]

resturant

[specialyellthing]

[Zinda’s prone to patrolling the areas—- it helps her keep an eye on everyone, and also has the added benefit of allowing her to keep moving constantly. Zinda’s not really a sit-still type of person, things like reading in the library or going for a dip in the pool don’t suit her. But walking the entirety of their underwater prison, looking for trouble? That’s something more familiar. That’s something she can do.

And it’s what leads her into the restaurant in the evening, and pretty easily, she can tell something’s up. She and Dandy aren’t tight knit by any stretch—- but Joy seems to enjoy his company well enough, and she trusts Joy’s taste. And Zinda’s naturally a social creature. So she swings by his table.]

You mind company, or is this strictly a table for one situation?

restaurant

[visiblepattern]

[Forrest hasn't been sleeping much, if at all; that's why he's down here. He isn't expecting anyone else, and that's why Dandy gets his attention.

...He looks really out of it.]

Dandy...? [He approaches carefully.] Dandy, are you all right?

Restaurant

[pairtner]

...are you alright?

[Aiba has to wonder that, finding Dandy staring vacantly at the air. The question is straightforward, pretty much]

[buriedstar]

[ Early Wednesday morning Seo Dawon is in the gym, as per his usual routine. He'd be here before the birds rose if there were any birds here, but since there aren't he's up with Gaius at least. For anyone who's not up ridiculously early, he can be spotted leaving just after dawn with a towel over his shoulder. Dressed in all black (though not a suit), in cargo pants and a black shirt he probably should change up his choice in wardrobe given the weekends, but aesthetic is important.

In the afternoon he makes a trip to the vending machine to shove a whole bunch of coins into the machine. This is a yard sard besides the weapons (and the cat!), which he's keeping and providing color commentary about. ]

This isn't a very subtle way to tell me to switch classes... [ His nose wrinkles at the noxious " Eau de Seduction" that falls out next, which can horrifyingly be kind of smelt through the bottle. ] and this isn't a very subtle poisoning attempt.