Week 6

[bathymetric]

Good morning, New Rapture. A new day is dawning.

Another week at the bottom of the sea. You may start to mark the passage of time by the increasing number of people you seem to be bleeding each week - look how few of you there are now. Nearly half your number gone, and for what? The shadowy machinations of some madman? You've met some others, but they seem unable or unwilling to solve this problem for you. Time marches onwards.

In the abyss, New Rapture starts to wake. It's small things, for now - the lights of a building here and there, the flicker of a neon sign for some small business. The restoration of this city continues.

Speaking of this city, there's a new branch of your little slice of it to explore. It's certainly the most picturesque of the branches you've seen.

There's more to see and do, citizens of New Rapture. And hey, there's coins to get, too.



SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[ ooc: Welcome to the sixth 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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SUNDAY

[bathymetric]

???

[bathymetric]

[ It's easy not to notice in the chaos of yesterday - or maybe it wasn't so bad, then? But as you wake up on Sunday, it seems Seo Dawon's machinations have left you with an unexpected benefit, when you head into Fontaineland.

Remember that window in Fontaine's apartment? There's a whole host of large cracks, spiderwebbing across it. It must have been hit by a firework or seven, you can see the point of impact.

If you want a way in for some mischief, or to look around? This is your shot. Take some time to plan, if you like, then head in for a little investigation! ]

[honeyedtea]

It's broken?

[ Mielle cautiously leans over to peer in, peeking past the cracks to see if there's anybody inside she can spot. ]

[sastruga]

[literally the girls are a set, so of course Mafuyu is also here]

...The fireworks must have taken care of that.

[hotpaprika]

[Jonathan was heading to Fontaineland to space out for a bit when he notices the cracks.]

Oh, Seo did a number on Fontaine's room, didn't he? I'm surprised it's in such a state with how fast he normally is at fixing this place.

[Jonathan joins her in peering in.]

[bathymetric]

[ Seems that way!

There's no one visible inside - There's some muffled music playing that you can't quite make out, wait is that a guy - no, it's just a tacky portrait of Frank Fontaine. Don't mind him.

In the back room, the back of Fontaine's chair is still visible, with light playing around it, as if from screens. ]

1/2

[bathymetric]

[ After a bit, a familiar voice speaks up. If there was any doubt that it's modified, Mafuyu, that's gone listening to it now. ]

So. You broke into the old man's tomb, huh? Wondered when one of you would try. Surprise, surprise.

2/2

[bathymetric]

[ The screens flicker and are replaced by uh. A different message. The distortion shifts as whoever it is stops using whatever technology they were before. ]

I was getting so tired of doing the fucking accent.

[ It's hard to tell through the distortion, but this voice is female, American-accented, and cold. ]

Enjoy puttering around the corpse. Help yourself to anything in there, but I'm not getting rid of the smell.

investigation!

[howveryglib]

[WELL THAT SURE WAS A FUCKIN' DAY ALRIGHT. Gaius has just kind of been in that tails gets trolled expression headspace ever since he caught himself up on the findings in ???. Sure. Okay. He'll... he'll do his morning routine and then... he'll try and check out the new area and...

...

Sure. Okay. There's an aquarium under the fucking ocean. Of course. He's going to walk through and just kind of like... shaking his head at everything that exists under the fucking sea. Though maybe he'll try and see if there's anything he recognizes? Or anything that anyone else recognizes. He'll be fine, he can handle Animals if he needs to investigate. ...he is actually genuinely pretty charmed by Gary though, he's going to hang out and watch the smiley little lad for a morale boost.

The nature preserve is, at least,... nice? They're nice. It almost feels like he's actually outdoors, and he might... add a nice little jog to his routine. Not today, though. He's had enough excitement for one day. And yesterday. Well. Friday. He heads back to his room and changes into something a little more comfortable like, say, the damn margaritaville shark hawaiian shirt and some lighter pants, gets a book about weird fucked up historical weapons that made no sense, and just kind of sits by the lake to read.

At the end of the day, he's going to go ahead and try his luck with vending-chan. He gets... some interesting items, and the mood returns to bafflement. What... does he do with any of these...????]

lake

[dullshooter]

[It's a beautiful day in the nature preserve and you are a horrible decepticon. Of course, Misfire spots Gaius in all his paternal finery trying to relax or what have you, and comes up to stand behind him and peer into his book.

After a delay, he asks the inevitable:]

Whatcha reading?

[howveryglib]

A book of things that, were I to show them to people I know, would either inspire them to make a version that was not terrible or simply send them into an apoplexy.

[like. look at this fucking thing.]

vending-chan

[inaclearing]

[Well. That sure is...just a whole-ass coffin. Lined with fur. Brett's just already entirely done with today; he just stands there and looks at it for a moment.]

I bet that's Nandor's. He seems like he would literally sleep in a coffin.

[howveryglib]

Ah... is that something vampires are known for, then? Well, they are basically ashkin, from how it sounds...

vending

[fuckingguy]

[ Sometimes, you're so glad to see an item that you forget that four people died yesterday and even you still feel bad about it! Nandor, on his way to get a slightly less cursed set of regains, is delighted to discover: ]

—Oh, my coffin is here! [ And then he remembers the obvious and shifts to indignant. ] How the fuck did she get that?!

[howveryglib]

I believe the same way she got any of our other things.

[...]

Well, if it is yours, you may have it. Though I do have to ask why you feel the need to have one...

aquarium

[onemillion]

...I suppose we shouldn't be surprised at this point.

[Hi, Gaius, hope you don't mind some company. Rossiu looks done already, but then again, who wouldn't after this display?? Why is there an aquarium when we're already underwater and can see all the fish we want if we just look outside.]

investigation!

[bathymetric]

[ Sure, there are some fish in here you recognize! There's fish in here a lot of people would recognize! A couple of the tanks are empty, though... ]

INVESTIGATION

[inaclearing]

[WELL. ANYWAY.

After...all of that, Brett returns to sit in the garden. He's beneath a tree, knees drawn up to his chest, sort of watching Blake Bortles swim around in the pool and sort of just...staring blankly into space. It has been one day since four people died and today has already been so much!

He's humming slightly, under his breath:]

To live is to feel every ache that you feel...

[Eventually, he rallies. Picking himself up, he wanders off to check out the new areas.

The aquarium is obviously interesting. Not so much for the living fish; he normally likes aquariums, but after being here for so long, it's sort of lost its appeal? But he figures someone must be feeding these guys something, and after a bit of digging...yes! A big freezer full of some kind of raw dead fish!]

I would've thought this was gross before.

[His personal metric for what's gross and what's bearable is shifting a bit lately for some mysterious reason? He tosses Blake a fish.

Later in the evening, he goes out without Blake. He'll just be laying on the ground in the arboretum, staring up at the tree branches. It's all wrong: fruit trees, a temperate environment. Unfocus his eyes a little, though, and it could almost be like home. Like the woods.

After a while, he'll get up and walk through the trees for a little while - investigating, sort of. How cultivated is it in here, still?]

garden

[dullshooter]

[Misfire resents being too caught up in the notes of a dead man to notice there was looting and general chaos going on, so of course he's gonna catch up with the involved parties. The pool of inquiry shrinking pretty much exclusively to Brett after he runs his options. He's got questions, important ones, sure, but when he gets to the garden-]

...Do you notice when you're doing that?

arboretum

[onemillion]

[This is... honestly pretty impressive, even though Rossiu isn't really one for the outdoors. He's mostly here for Leafeon, who has already run off to go explore. But here's Brett, and he seems to be having a good(?) time.]

Admiring the scenery?

INVESTIGATION

[bathymetric]

[ Well, these trees were planted long ago, but... maybe not crazy long ago. It's a little messy in here, but it does look recently trimmed and cleaned on the paths! ]

aquarium

[fuckingguy]

[ Somehow, Nandor has managed to absolutely miss the penguin that has been following Brett around like a baby duck for days now! How has he done this? Just kidding, no explanations necessary, it's Nandor and sometimes these things just happen.

Point being, he's checking out the aquarium for the first time, he walks in on Blake being tossed a fish, and he exclaims: ]

We have real Scoots in here?!

investigation

[fuckingguy]

[ It is nighttime on Sunday, and the sounds of ancient wood scraping unpleasantly against the floor are loud and omnipresent! This is because Nandor is slowly, laboriously, dragging a full-ass coffin through the lobby to the elevator, then from the elevator down the hall to Suite 1, and finally, with effort, into his room. As one does. He has absolutely not helped his case by dumping all of this junk, except the mask, teacher plaque, and labcoat, into the coffin itself — which is, of course, not visible, but the arm of the chicken costume is sticking out of the side. It is entirely possible that it needs to be angled to fit through any given one of the doors! He is cursing under his breath at least once every five minutes! This is what he deserves!

... and after all that, you might find him in some more casual clothes by the lake, reading the Bible+ and turning each page gingerly, or investigating the barn. Whatever he finds in there, he's going to be deeply disappointed when he realizes there are no horses. ]

investigation

[bathymetric]

[ the barn! So first off, to Establish Things, there's all kinds of like. Barn Things in here. Pitchforks, a fucking scythe, a wood chipper, a hay baler... damn, it's dangerous in here.

There's also what looks like stables in the corner, but tragically... no horses. Closest thing is the cows out in the fields. Scorch marks around one of the stables are weird, though! ]

outside the elevator

[specialyellthing]

[because we both support Nandor struggling as much as possible, Zinda doesn't find him struggling until she hears some awful racket, and leaves Suite 3 to find Nandor struggling to drag the coffin out of the elevator. She gives him a look.]

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