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! ]

Comments

[inaclearing]

[Oh. Yeah, Brett sees where that could be bad!]

Should we check?

[fuckingguy]

We should definitely check. If you would put it on, please?

[inaclearing]

Alriiiight...

[Let him just lean over and fish this thing out of the junk pile he put it in! Brett shakes it out, stands, and puts the cloak on! Nothing seems to happen. He looks down at himself; maybe the effects would be invisible to the wearer, but he kinda doubts it.]

...yeah, I don't think so.

[fuckingguy]

[ Oh, thank god. ]

It must be a very convincing fake, like Rossiu's head in a jar computer. Although... give it here, I need to make sure of something.

[inaclearing]

Like his what?

[He takes off the cloak and hands it over.]

[fuckingguy]

A very strange artifact I got from the machine one day. He called it Large Gnome or something like that?

[ Nandor holds the cloak up to Brett's face with no further fanfare, and just... he just boops his nose with it. There's no other way to describe it, especially since it is accompanied by a: ]

Boop! [ And he puts it on, to zero effect. ] Okay, good, it is a counterfeit.

[inaclearing]

[Brett bobs back in surprise when he's booped, and lets out a disbelieving laugh.]

Is that how it works?

[fuckingguy]

Hey, how else was it gonna work?

[inaclearing]

Any other way?

[like come on???]

What if you want to impersonate someone you can't boop?

[fuckingguy]

[ this...







has actually never occurred to him before! ]

Hmm. Well... limitations.

[inaclearing]

I guess.

[All these things should have limitations, right?]

It's funny it brought in a counterfeit one. All my stuff has been genuine, as far as I can tell.

[fuckingguy]

Well, how much of your stuff is ancient and magical?

[inaclearing]

You're ancient and magical, and they didn't have any problem with that.

[fuckingguy]

I did not come out of the vending machine. And also, all of my vampiric powers and some of my weaknesses have been reduced to nothing, so really...

[ Two puzzle pieces come together, with absolutely agonizing slowness, in Nandor's mind. ]

Okay, maybe it is the real cloak of duplication.

[inaclearing]

...you'd better just take it, then. If we ever get out of here, I don't want to deal with that.

[fuckingguy]

[ He nods, gathering the fabric of the cloak to his chest. ]

Yes, yes. I will put it in safekeeping somewhere until we break free of this hellhole. Fucking Guide is going to lose her shit.