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?



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[ 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! ]

Comments

[visiblepattern]

I actually don't know if I do or not...?

[He's had wine a few times with dinner. That's been about the extent of it.]

Is there anything here that you would recommend?

[hotpaprika]

[He seems thoughtful as he sips his wine.]

Personally, I have always favored a nice red, myself, but I am quite fond of a good pint with friends as well. I can't say I've ever tried any sort of mixed drinks.

[visiblepattern]

I've had some wine once in a while. Not really much more than that; honestly, I'm willing to try some if only because I imagine that if I'm old enough to be made to fight for my life, I may as well.

[Hm...]

Some of this is blue. I have no idea what this is, but I believe I'm about to find out.

[hotpaprika]

Oh certainly! You are more than old enough to have a drink already, but if you're forced to partake in such a horrid event, then I think you're allowed to ease your pain a little.

[... Oh yeah Jonathan is seeing the blue as well now.]

... Quite a peculiar drink, isn't it? I wonder if it's some sort of potion that got misplaced here.

[Do... potions like that exist? He's not sure but he would buy anything at this point.]

[visiblepattern]

It doesn't look quite like any of the tonics Midori makes...

[...screw it, we're finding a glass and we're going to bring the blue over so he can converse a bit more easily with jonathan, gonna figure out what this is.]

I don't really have experience with potions outside of vulneraries, though. I usually take care of most healing with spells. Seo Dawon probably knows things about potions like that, though.

[hotpaprika]

[He looks at the drink thoughtfully.]

Could you perhaps pour me a shot as well? You've made me curious.

[But, ah, he supposed that answers his question.]

It's fascinating to hear that such things exist. I have always thought that such spells were no more than fantasy. [...] Although... since I recently had an encounter with the undead back home, perhaps my own world is more magical than I had originally thought.

[Granted not... in a great way...]

[visiblepattern]

Gladly!

[And he will set about doing that! ...It smells weird, as far as Forrest is concerned, sort of like orange peel? Congratulations, guys, you're about to experience the wonder that is blue curaçao.]

Honestly, it's stranger to me to know that worlds exist without magic, or...most magic, at least. My father is a mage; he used to wield a sacred weapon before it was passed down to me. I wish I knew where it was now; hopefully my aunt has it...

[Camilla having it is a fucking hazard, but it's better than like. Fontaine having it.]

We don't have any spells that raise the dead, however. Sometimes I wish we did, but I don't know how they would return.

[hotpaprika]

[He smiles gently at her, before looking thoughtful.]

I do not want to be pessimistic about such matters, but if my world is similar to the one here, then I fear that they will come back as soulless monsters... no offense to Nandor, or course.

I... I am sure our fallen friends are in a much better place now.

[... Well... maybe not Penelope... and he hoped Vholran was in a horrible place.]

[visiblepattern]

That's what I would be afraid of, actually - that they would return wrong somehow. That the body would wake up but there'd be nothing in it, maybe. I don't know what the soul consists of, but it doesn't seem like something that one can just...recreate.

[It's a little creepy to think about.]

I hope they've found peace, at least; I pray for all of them daily.