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! ]

Comments

lobby

[fuckingguy]

Oh, wow, look at him go.

[ you know what, he was relatively cool with seo but this is extremely deserved, especially since she did not get to stab him ]

... This is something that was vended, I take it?

[allatonce]

Yup! He hates Seo and I'm living for it. I named him Sans.

[This is the only reason the skeleton buddy has gender. Because of the name.]

[fuckingguy]

[ repeating to himself: ]

Sans. I will remember. But you must have more to live for than just that, Joy.

[ His concern sounds sincere, which is only the case because he has misunderstood what Joy meant! If she actually needed emotional support, he would simply be an asshole! ]

[allatonce]

What? [Her brow furrows for a sec.] Oh! It's a figure of speech. You say "I'm living for it" when you like things.

[fuckingguy]

... Ohhh, this is like the modern slang the crew has us try and explain. Because without that context, you know, it does sound like you are deeply depressed.

[allatonce]

Well, I mean. I'm that too. It can be two things, Nandor. [A beat.] Wait, wait. "The crew"?

[fuckingguy]

You know, the documentary crew? The camera people, the sound recordist, all those guys. [ ... ] Have I not mentioned this before?

[allatonce]

You absolutely the fuck have not!

[Joy mouths "what the fuck" to Sans, who looks over at her and tilts his head before going back to scribbling.]

[fuckingguy]

Are you sure? I could have sworn I brought it up at a meeting or something...

[ He absolutely hasn't! It has taken him a month and a half to even make a passing reference to it! ]

[allatonce]

I am pretty fucking sure I would remember if you'd mentioned you were a fucking reality TV star, Nandor!

[She wants to throw up her hands, but there's a skeleton on her shoulders.]

[fuckingguy]

It is not reality TV, Joy, that would be devastating for the vampire community! We just have a small camera crew, you know, filming what goes on at the house and sometimes asking us questions, all very minimal and naturalistic.