Fourth Investigation

[bathymetric]

It's hard to tell that - of if - the motive has passed. The radios are the same, there are no missing powers, the day begins like any other. But there's something heavy hanging over you, the knowledge that, well... it's Friday. And unpleasant things happen in New Rapture on Fridays.

While we would love to say it's remotely quiet and peaceful, we can't. Helios Suites and the grounds around them are body-free, at least, but... there's a series of booming noises coming from somewhere else in New Rapture, echoing through the empty halls.

Looks like the game is afoot, citizens.

Comments

cw suicidal ideation

[hotpaprika]

... I can make it so that you would not be executed for murder, if need be.

cw: emeto, suicidal allusions and also nandor being an asshole

[fuckingguy]

—The fuck did you just say to me?

[ He almost verbalizes the actual offense he takes at this — is that why you think I have not eaten you? — and then remembers he just told him to think as he likes, so....... ]

You would do that to Zinda? To Forrest? Stop talking this bullshit when we have a trial to go to and at least one killer to watch die. Also, I have just vomited all over the fucking place, and I do not need this right now!

[ But one unwelcome thought does pop into his head. Is this what he was acting like before he got here? ]

cw suicidal ideation

[hotpaprika]

[Nandor will feel Jonathan flinching, briefly, as he shouts.]

I'm sorry I... I suppose I simply want to die on my own terms and not be mutilated for someone's own gain... If that is what we are destined for.

cw: suicidal ideation

[fuckingguy]

It's not. You think that, because your brain is being stupid right now and someone you love is dead — but you are a very young person who has never been to war.

New Rapture is a battlefield on which Fontaine is seeking our complete and total annihilation, Jonathan. He is the winner no matter how it happens. If you wish to die on your own terms, you must fight him to the last.

[hotpaprika]

[Jonathan chokes out a sob which, frankly, is an improvement at least.]

I'm just so tired, Nandor. I do not know how much I can take.

[specialyellthing]

[just givin him a lil pat on the back on the non-jonathan side at the vomiting comment.]