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

[bathymetric]

[ They seem to be a list of things? ]

- Globe?
- BBQ Sauce (Who doesn't need a good thing of BBQ sauce?)
- Jelly Donut (No need for any others. No shitty donuts!)
- Gun?????
- Weapons
- Bible But Cooler
- Clothes?

[ It sort of goes on like that. Notably, many but certainly not all of them line up with vending machine generic items. ]

[fuckingguy]

... oh.

[ Yeah, he's absolutely taking that! Are there any particularly notable snacks to be seen? ]

[bathymetric]

[ Nah, they're pretty generic snacks. It's very "up late working on a project" at this workstation!

At the end of the notes IS written "TO DO: SHUT UP THE HELL CLOWNS

Nothing else down here. Ready for that audio log? ]

[fuckingguy]

[ He was born ready! Actually, no, he was born in 1262 and therefore was categorically unready for the marvels of modern technology, but that's whatever. ]

[bathymetric]

[ Yeah, well, you know. It's fine? It's fine. Let's listen to that tape!

Tinkering. A nasally female voice designated Female Founder #3 begins clinically narrating. ]

Log date 11 4 2. One week since Fontaine's proclamation. Progress on project...mixed. If that clod Rodyle's primative technology could be more versatile... But the machines we have commandeered do seem, nnyyehhhmhm, promising. Maybe we can't recreate warps from Homeworld...but bringing outside objects in should give us the capability to hold up indefinitely.

[ A pause. General sounds of tinkering. She continues, less clinical and more downtrodden. ]

I haven't felt...homesick for the old barn in a long time. Not at least since starting this project. What began as a way to stick it to Fontaine for assigning me to a simple agricultural position has evolved into our only remaining link to the outside world. I am...nostalgic, and for not the first time, I wish I could ask Steven-

[ The sound of a door opening. A voice identified as Female Founder #2 calls out: ]

Peridot? You've been in here awhile. Do you need a break?

[ Female Founder #3—Peridot—starts up again, sounding suddenly jovial. ]

Oh, no! I'm sure I needn't remind you, Alice May, that I, as a gem, do not require sleep OR food and therefore am the best choice for swift progression on our Operation Ultimate Vending. Please continue to recharge and rest assured that I, Peridot, will complete this next phase before you and the others awaken!

[ Female Founder #2—Alice May: ]

...You're doing the thing again.

[ Peridot: ]

Whaaaat? Noooo. What "thing" is it you're even referring to?

[ Alice May: ]

I'm gonna go get Val-

[ Some general clanging and flailing. Peridot: ]

Nonono, that is highly unnecessary—

[ Almost hastily, almost an afterthought. ]

—Nnnyyyh, blahblahblah, signing off, ALICE WAIT—