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

[howveryglib]

Yes, and I despise it. It feels as though there is some curse upon it.

[like he can’t sense magic or anything. But there’s such a vibe to it…]

[fuckingguy]

Very possible. Is there anyone still living who would know about that sort of thing? I am not eager to bring retribution down on my own head by destroying a cursed vessel.

[howveryglib]

I... am not certain. Perhaps Joy might know something? She seems to have approximate knowledge of many things due to her background.

[fuckingguy]

There is also Hild... but I doubt she really gives a shit where Jonathan is involved. Which is her right, of course, it just may mean her word on the matter is not trustworthy.

[ As opposed to Joy, who would absolutely never lie to two middle-aged(-passing) men about a body pillow! ]

[howveryglib]

I think in that instance it really depends on whether the curse would be upon Jonathan or not.

[...really, he doesn't want anything bad to happen to Johnny, but like. he doesn't want the curse to be placed on Nandor or himself either...]

[fuckingguy]

I was thinking more of the physical consequences of him seeing it, but that is a worrying point I had not even considered. Should we be discussing this in front of it?

[howveryglib]

…

Perhaps we should hide it somewhere until we figure out what we should do with it. It will kill Jonathan, that much is certain.

[fuckingguy]

Yes, good plan.

[ and his gaze shifts right back to the coffin... ]

[howveryglib]

[…he follows Nandor’s line of sight.]

…

If you are willing.

[fuckingguy]

... It would not be the worst thing I have placed in there. And for the time being, it is our best option for concealment. I will deal with it.

[ And as he says this, he gingerly places the body pillow in the coffin. It kind of looks too natural in there? If you ask Nandor, anyway. ]

Yeesh. Now, to redeem my own tokens so I can cover this shit up, just in case...

[ the first thing to come out is absolutely the chicken suit ]

[howveryglib]

I wish you luck with it, and will not inquire further about what you may have placed in there previously...

[unfortunately, he does not recognize the chicken suit. not yet.]

[fuckingguy]

You probably do not wish to know. [ looking at the chicken suit, just holding it limp in his arms like a swooning woman in a black and white horror movie: ] Oh, but before you depart. Do you you think the pillow man would fit into this?

[howveryglib]

I feel like it may prove difficult with the legs, though it does seem sized for someone roughly my height. It may be possible.