unknownseas | Week 5

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Week 5

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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[...That sure is Brett on the floor, but perhaps more confusing is something he spots among all the stuff for, well, yard sarding. The bottle is a little distinctive, so -]

...Why do you have my shampoo?

[He asks, like we haven't gotten a random assortment of shit from the machine for weeks now.]

I mean, I understand that it's a little arbitrary, but really?

Is that yours? I thought it must be one of the things that didn't really belong to anyone.

[It's just shampoo, after all, even if it is in a fancy bottle. The personal belongings have all seemed a little more...well, personal. He's even put a few items he think seem like they might be in positions of particular prominence, though the shampoo was definitely just in the random junk pile.]

Strange. Everything I've found of mine was more...important. Mostly my tapes.

Ah... Well, it is something that can be bought in shops, even if it's very expensive, but it's a bit important to me in some ways. Outside of the obvious, in that I like my hair to look good...

[Forrest, oh my god.]

A friend of mine and I used to do each other's hair; she always liked this shampoo a lot. I let her have some of it, she wanted to look cute for the other girls.

Oh - that's nice.

[Lol, he feels a little bad now?]

I'm glad I didn't just start using it, then.

I wouldn't have minded, even if you had. It is nice to have a reminder of her, though. I've been thinking about her lately.

I'm glad, then. We need all the reminders we can get.

[.....]

I keep on getting these weird souvenirs from home - dolls, snowglobes. Nothing that exists back home. One of them had a little model of my cabin in it. They're a little creepy, but I've been keeping them all on my desk anyway. It's just...nice to see a little piece of home, even if it isn't exactly what I would have chosen.

I received one of those snow globes as well, actually. It has a model of my Deeprealm inside of it.

[So yeah, he feels you.]

I don't think it occurred to me to find it creepy at the time. It was just something that was sort of nice to have.

Of your...?

[oh no]

I think it's just that it was my house. It's not exactly a big or important building. Nothing people would make a model of normally. [He's sort of imagining the Deeprealm is Forrest's familial castle or something like that?]

[oh no]

I can't imagine why anyone would make a model of my Deeprealm, either, now that I think of it.

[He's aware Brett doesn't seem to know what that is, however.]

My Deeprealm is... Ah, well, you know how my profile says I was raised somewhere else, away from the place my family considers home? When I was born, it was in the middle of the war that's currently going on, so it wasn't safe for me to be with my family. But we have access to another...place, I suppose? Like another world, just smaller and more isolated, that can be accessed from the world we're all from. Those are the Deeprealms.

I was put into one with several servants from Nohr; they raised me while my family was away at war. Time works differently between the Deeprealms and our own world, though; it was seventeen years inside the Deeprealm for me, but a matter of weeks outside of it for them.

[So yeah, he was raised by a bunch of strangers in a pocket dimension.]

......oh.

[Said in that sort of high-pitched tone of someone who has just heard something absolutely buckwild and is doing their goddamn best not to just say "what the FUCK"]

So they just......had a baby, and then a few weeks later for them, you showed up again at seventeen? [There's like four more question marks audible at the end of this sentence.]

Yes, something like that. I did see them twice - once when I was seven, and my father visited once more when I was fifteen. But that's about all... My parents and my aunt Elise came by most recently, and I decided to join them outside of the Deeprealm then.

[yo what the FUCK]

...I'm sorry. I mean, growing up apart from family like that...it must have been hard.

[Of course "family" isn't really just about blood. Knowing what he does about Forrest's father, it honestly might've been for the best. Still, though, Brett figures there must be a gap between being adopted and being left alone with your parents' servants. In a time warp.]

Did the people from inside the Deeprealm come with you, too?

[The deeprealms are normal and fine, just in general. Great place to throw your babies when you have them at an inconvenient time!]

It was lonely a lot of the time, honestly... But that's when I took up sewing and embroidery, and learned to be more self-sufficient. So I suppose in some ways things worked out.

The people that were with me didn't come with, though; they're servants, not soldiers, so I didn't really expect them to.

...do they just live in there?

[Don't they have like, friends and family back in the regular timeline???]

I imagined they likely returned to Nohr, but I don't know for certain...

[It's kind of hard to keep track of people in another dimension entirely??? Like, he doesn't fault his parents for just not visiting for a while, the whole timeline thing's a mess.]

Hm.

[There's something sad about that - that he wasn't close enough to the people who raised him to know anything more than that.]

That really must have been lonely. I'm glad you were safe, of course...but I can't imagine what making that kind of transition must have been like.

It was difficult, but I really did appreciate being around my family again when I could be. There's a lot of them, evidently - I have four aunts and uncles, and several cousins. I also got to spend some time with my father, but I didn't get to know him very well...

[He trails off at that, though, making himself stop. As though he's realizing he said something he probably shouldn't have.]

Ah, it hardly matters, though, it's all right.

...hey. You don't have to talk about it.

[Like he said - he's heard enough about the man to draw his own conclusions.]

I know.

[It takes him a moment to try to shake it off, though, and when he smiles it's kind of blank.]

I guess I just wish I had managed to do one thing that actually made him proud of me.

...yeah. I've always wondered what my parents would have thought of me - the person I ended up being. I think there's something primal, in wanting their approval. Their acceptance.

[He wasn't out at thirteen, even to himself. Wasn't at an age where he'd come to know much of their political opinions, or form a guess at what they might think - and now he'll never know. Brett twists his wedding ring idly around his finger.]

But I think that says more about him than it does about you. You're so young, and you're already a medic and a talented artist. You're incredibly accomplished whether he recognizes it or not.

I don't think he's...

[He's quiet. Hesitates.]

I don't think he was a terrible person. Something of a stubborn jerk, of course. He admitted that much to me himself. But I truly don't think he meant badly.

He tried to apologize to me. And to give me Brynhildr. I told him I couldn't take it. That I was afraid to. I inherited it anyway, after he...passed. So I suppose I couldn't even do that right.

...oh. [Brett looks briefly stricken.] I'm sorry, I didn't realize.

[Forrest did mention getting Brynhildr before, he realizes suddenly. Brett had simply thought it was handed down to him. Hadn't realized it was an inheritance. It doesn't entirely change his opinion - a small petty part of him notes that the man might have had a better idea how to parent if he hadn't banished his infant son to a time warp. But, of course, it changes the entire situation. He knows that.]

Don't be so hard on yourself. I don't think anyone knows how to handle...things like that. It's perfectly natural to be scared.

It's not something I've been mentioning. It's all right.

[He's been keeping a lot of things to himself, honestly.]

It isn't something I agonize about. It's just something I've been thinking about lately, I suppose. We've been here for a while; that's likely why.

This place brings up stuff like that. Everything happens too fast to even really process.

[It's not like it would all be better if there were more than a week between murders, exactly, but...god, sometimes it's like he can't breathe.]

I'm always here, if you do want to talk about it. [He may not understand all of it, but he does get it.]

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Week 5

yard sard

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cw: parent death

...yeah. cw: parent death

oh no cw: parent death

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