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! ]

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NSFW, SOBS!!!!!

[bootyhunter]

[If anyone is to pass Dandy at the vending machine on Wednesday, they will catch him going all out ballistic on it. The poor bastard has just received a pair of undergarments that he most definitely recognizes. They are currently scrunched up in his hands. It is, um, afternoon sometime.

Yes, he is doing this despite the fucking stab wound in his left arm.]

KEH....!!!! HOW DARE YOU, VENDING. MACHINE! BABY!!!!

Makin' me look like I'm some kinda PANTY THIEF?!?!?! These aren't even panties for cryin' out LOUD! THEY'RE BIKINI BRIEFS!!!!!!!!!

[Late at night, however, someone may catch Dandy staring absent-mindedly at a half-full plate in the restaurant.

His eyes look vacant, as though he is somewhere else. *This option is closed to Forrest and a maximum of two other characters.]

vending machine

[giddyundertaker]

[ The Undertaker was wandering about aimlessly, so the sound of utter despair at the vending machine is a wonderful distraction from his thoughts. ]

Bikini... Briefs?

[ He inces closer, curious. ] Is that what undergarments look like in the future?

[ ... Oh. Right. The Undertaker is from ye olde Victorian England too. ]

[bootyhunter]

[YELLING WHILE GRIPPING THEM TIGHTLY:]

DON'T L-L-L-LOOK AT THEM!!!!!

[giddyundertaker]

[ Uh. Well, okay, he'll shift his gaze slightly towards Dandy's face. ]

If it makes you feel better, I can't see too clearly. Remember?

[ He may be exaggerating a bit. ]

[bootyhunter]

Oh.

Oh yeah.

[Dandy tilts his head to the side.]

That would explain a lot, actually.

Uh. Does it bother you?

[The lack of vision?! Nobody said Dandy had tact. There are plenty of sightless aliens around the galaxy, and yet...!]

resturant

[specialyellthing]

[Zinda’s prone to patrolling the areas—- it helps her keep an eye on everyone, and also has the added benefit of allowing her to keep moving constantly. Zinda’s not really a sit-still type of person, things like reading in the library or going for a dip in the pool don’t suit her. But walking the entirety of their underwater prison, looking for trouble? That’s something more familiar. That’s something she can do.

And it’s what leads her into the restaurant in the evening, and pretty easily, she can tell something’s up. She and Dandy aren’t tight knit by any stretch—- but Joy seems to enjoy his company well enough, and she trusts Joy’s taste. And Zinda’s naturally a social creature. So she swings by his table.]

You mind company, or is this strictly a table for one situation?

[bootyhunter]

[Dandy smiles in her direction. They certainly aren't very close, but Zinda has proven herself trustworthy time and time again. In a way, Zinda and Dandy are similar types of idiots- Lost in time and too damn committed to keepin' other people's chins up for their own good.

Then again, Zinda is hot. And a force of nature! And he is, um. Space Dandy...? I guess.]

Knock yourself out, baby.

[HE MEANS... LIKE... SHE IS NOT THE BABY

IT IS... A THING THAT HE SAYS]

[specialyellthing]

[She pauses, almost like she’s trying to decide if she should chew him out over the Baby thing—— but makes the connection that he’s not really calling her it. She decides not to chew him out, and instead to collapse into the seat across from him.]

You stayin outta trouble?

[bootyhunter]

[He wonders if he should make a joke, then deciding against it. She's not Jonathan or Joy, so she probably won't worry nearly as much.]

Lately? Uuuuh.

I haven't really been doin' much of anything, if we're being honest.

[He's been weeping mostly.

Weeping and stuck in that loop.]

restaurant

[visiblepattern]

[Forrest hasn't been sleeping much, if at all; that's why he's down here. He isn't expecting anyone else, and that's why Dandy gets his attention.

...He looks really out of it.]

Dandy...? [He approaches carefully.] Dandy, are you all right?

[bootyhunter]

[Dandy sits, glossy-eyed and silent for a change, staring into the recesses of space. It's tearing away at him again, the split, the pulsating force from within him whirring about. It threatens to tear him apart.

It screams, it screams, it screams.

But Dandy can't do a thing about it.]

...Huh?

Oh.

[He needs to lie.]

Yeah.

Why'dja ask?

[If he were in better shape, he'd have leaped to rush Forrest back to his room this instant. Being out this late isn't safe.]

[visiblepattern]

You seem a little...not all there, is all. Lost.

[Just saying, good lord.]

Thinking about something, or...?

[bootyhunter]

Well, I'm rememberin' stuff.

[He usually doesn't.]

Stuff I wanna forget.

[Or didn't, rather.]

[visiblepattern]

[Oh. Oh no.]

I'm so sorry. Did you want to talk about it, or...?

[bootyhunter]

What's there to talk about?

[Oh dear. His eyes look empty.

Or is it full of too many people? Who can say, really.]

I've been alive, then dead, and then alive again, baby.

[His brows press closely together, and he tilts his head to the side.

There's something very off about it. Dandy moves slowly, as though following the bend of someone else entirely. Multiple others, to be fair.]

Why're you out here so late? All by your lonesome.

It's not safe.

[And then, perhaps the biggest indicator that things are wrong.]

Someone might kill you.

[visiblepattern]

[...]

Are you going to?

[bootyhunter]

No.

[Dandy's first reply is uttered with the same dull, vacant capacity as the other responses. But then, the following repetitions of that accursed syllable are said with the intonations of two very different voices.]

No, no...!

[It should be noted that the root of all the voices is still the same. They're still Dandy, technically speaking. Meaning... They are all voiced by Ian Sinclair.

But finally, after wriggling about in place and grabbing his chest, Forrest will be able to hear the Dandy he knows and... Err, at least tolerates, yell loud and clear:]

No!

[He sputters, coughing. This chest pain isn't quite a heart attack, but the sensation is somewhat comparable. Only it doesn't end.

This won't be what kills him.]

AGGGGGGH! Eugh! Screw that emo bastard...!!!

Restaurant

[pairtner]

...are you alright?

[Aiba has to wonder that, finding Dandy staring vacantly at the air. The question is straightforward, pretty much]

[bootyhunter]

Does it matter?

[Oh boy! Something is absolutely not right here.]

What's it to you?

[pairtner]

If you don't want people to ask questions out of concern for you then go sulk somewhere else in private.

[Aiba seems to have gotten a bit offended by the response, it seems]

[bootyhunter]

Private...?

[Dandy's voice sounds distant. His intonation isn't the same as his usual.]

But I'm not alone.

There are so many voices...

So many other versions of Me.

[pairtner]

What are...you saying? What do you mean?

[Oh, that sounds pretty bad. Dandy seems to be in a pretty bad state]