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

[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.