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.



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[ 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

[inaclearing]

....I'm sorry, are you...having a moment in here?

[He really only poked his head in because of all the loud ranting?]

[fuckingguy]

And you have not—

[ He stops speaking and freezes mid-gesture, turning around. OH... HI, BRETT... ]

No. [ This is definitely a little petulant! The turnaround is quick, though, like he has little to hide. ] I was just attempting to establish a connection to Count Dracula through the aether, which has failed spectacularly, and then I continued speaking for several hours.

[ As. One. Does. ]

[inaclearing]

...didn't realize you could do that.

[Though at this point, he's not all that shocked about it either. Also, you know, apparently he can't right now.]

Do you...want to talk to someone for real?

[fuckingguy]

Obviously you did not. [ Shrug! ] What's the point of mentioning half the shit I can do if I cannot actually do it?

[ The second question, on the other hand, inspires an actual cringe — his lips briefly pull back from his teeth and everything. ]

Like what, exactly...?

[inaclearing]

[Yikes? Brett recoils slightly.]

I - I don't know. Just - if you wanted to talk to someone who can actually hear you, I don't mind. I've been...telling a lot of people that.

[fuckingguy]

Oh. Well, you should not say that if you don't mean it, otherwise you're gonna have to listen to all kinds of horseshit. This is really more of a vampire-to-vampire discussion, however... actually, that might make it less distressing for you.

[ too late he's talking about it— ]

Had you heard of a Count Dracula before this experience?

[inaclearing]

Hey, this is what I do.

[Listening to people tell their stories, that is. He'll pull up a chair.]

Uh - well, yeah, I had.

[fuckingguy]

I thought as much. It is a well-known tale amongst the humans in my universe, as well as the inspiration for many popular cinematical films. They just also do not understand that the man was real.

[inaclearing]

That's certainly not the general understanding where I come from.

[To say the very least!]

[fuckingguy]

Very similar, yes.

Have you told him how the story ends?

[inaclearing]

...no. I haven't told him there's a story at all.

[fuckingguy]

[ Genuinely confused by this! ]

But... Dracula is dead. Would that not be a good thing for him to know?

[inaclearing]

You don’t think it would freak him out knowing I read it in a book?

[fuckingguy]

I mean, you would not have to tell him that, would you? You could just say, "here are these stories, which I thought were fake, but now it turns out that vampires are real!" [ ... ] Perhaps it would be better-received coming from me.

And that is the issue. This week especially, it would be for the best for all of us if Jonathan does not do something stupid. But to actually share my knowledge...

[ He trails off, looking at Dracula again. ]

[inaclearing]

I'm just worried about his reaction.
Things are bad enough for him now. Plus, it could change what happens when he gets out of here, if he ever does.

[.....]

But I don't know. Maybe you're right.

[Brett goes quiet again, looking between Nandor and Dracula.]

Would it be...weird for you?

[fuckingguy]

It would be enabling the premeditated vampicide of one of our biggest names for a human I have known for a month! So... in that sense, yes, it would be "weird."

[inaclearing]

...well, I don’t think it would be on you. You know it’s probably going to happen anyway.

[Is it predestined? Or does it not work like that?]

But...if it's bothering you, I guess I can come up with some way to tell him.

[fuckingguy]

[ Nandor huffs irritably — not at Brett, just the situation — and shakes his head. ]

No, I will do it. [ ... ] You are right, it is best to keep him from questioning the nature of reality. That will only plunge him into more despair.

[ He knows from personal experience! ]

[inaclearing]

Okay.

[Brett nods, folding his arms.]

...you seem pretty comfortable with knowing that kind of thing yourself?

[fuckingguy]

... what kind of thing, Dracula? I am not really up on the finer details, of course, but all that stuff actually happened.

[inaclearing]

[Brett opens his mouth, and then shuts it.]

I mean, I guess I don't have proof it was entirely fictional in my world. You can't really prove a negative...

[fuckingguy]

Whatever it is your version of the world has going on, it is much stranger than vampires existing. Speaking only for myself, of course.

[inaclearing]

It's really not that weird. I don't...think there’s usually musical numbers.

[Although we've already proven he has no idea!]