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]

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.