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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[inaclearing]

[Yep, right behind her!]

[hotpaprika]

[Jonathan rushes in himself, standing in front of the others in protection in case Fontaine tries anything.]

[bathymetric]

[ Welcome to the apartment, gang! There's plenty to look at in here - a record player, bookshelves, a desk, the kitchenette... Or there's the other room, where the chair still hasn't moved. ]

[inaclearing]

[gestures at the chair like what the fuck???]

[sastruga]

...Weird.

[it's whispered obviously but like

yeah what the fuck]

[inaclearing]

[Looks at everyone else present.

Sighs. Yeah, this...this is on him, huh? He really should've insisted they wait on someone else...

Okay - actually, you know what? Let's handwave that he grabbed his old pal Wrenchie off the worktable on his way up here! Brett holds his big wrench at the ready and starts creeping over to the chair.]

[sastruga]

[thank you for your sacrifice brett, zinda would kill her if she went first]

[bathymetric]

[ As he creeps over to the chair, the overwhelming scent of cigar lowers and, well...

It's always the smell
The smell hits you first
And as far as smells go?
Death is damn near the worst. ]

[inaclearing]

[So I followed my nose like a curse 'til I found the remains...

The words run through Brett's mind, Howl's voice and all, but he doesn't speak them. Mostly because he's letting out a choked noise and abruptly lowering the wrench to clap a hand over his mouth and nose.

He knows already what he'll see. But he came over here because he's trying to take responsibility - to take the worst of it rather than the girls or Jonathan, at least. Already cringing, he reaches out with the wrench to try and spin the chair around a little, slow and gentle to maybe...not give himself quite so much of a Psycho jumpscare.]

[bathymetric]

[ Brett, you're a brave man.

It's easy to tell as the chair turns, but his intuition is correct. First a hand, then the sleeve of a well-tailored suit. Then the rest of that well-tailored suit. Some effort has been made by someone to preserve this, but it's clear:

Frank Fontaine is dead.

Frank Fontaine has been dead for a long time. ]

[honeyedtea]

Should we split up to investigate quicker?

[ She's speaking low enough that her voice hopefully won't carry to the other room. ]

[hotpaprika]

[Jonathan speaks in a similarly quiet voice.]

... The space is small enough, just as long as we keep in eyesight of each other.

[He's gonna make a beeline for the bookshelf.]

[honeyedtea]

Yes. Just be sure not to do anything foolish.

[ And with that, she'll go and start poking around the kitchenette. ]

[bathymetric]

[ It's... Weird. The cabinets are all glued shut? And the kettle on the stove? The stove isn't on ]

[honeyedtea]

[ ...

Does this place look like it's seen any use... at all, ever? Is it dusty? ]

[bathymetric]

. [ There are signs of use! But... Not in the last while. ]

[bathymetric]

[ On first glance, the books look lovely - thick leather and cloth bound tomes - but upon closer inspection? They're all glued shut and together. ]

[hotpaprika]

... Why on Earth would Fontaine...?

[He's going to try all the books; is every single one of them stuck?]

[bathymetric]

[ there is one free book! A copy of Fontaine: A Life Enraptured. ]

[hotpaprika]

[He groans a little to himself, but takes the book out and flips through it. He supposed it might have some info about the man, if nothing else.]

[sastruga]

[gonna just... check out that desk. moving quietly, of course, she'd just like to see what we got there]

[bathymetric]

[ It's... empty? Except for an audio log in a back corner of one of the drawers, but you can listen to that later. ]

[sastruga]

[Yep, alright, obviously not playing it now, that's for later... If there's nothing else in or on the desk -- and she IS checking for any hidden compartments -- she'll check out the record player too. Y'know, since. It's her.]

[bathymetric]

[ no hidden compartments, unfortunately! As for the record player, it seems set to play this one record on repeat. ]

[sastruga]

[..............do we got any other records or

because ngl she's thinking about just taking it]