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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meeting room

[fuckingguy]

Ah, there you are. [ As if, according to toplevel chronology, this motherfucker wasn't in the same room maybe five hours earlier! ] I have been looking for you, Jonathan Harker.

[ ....... ]

... Having a good time with all that?

[hotpaprika]

[Jonathan brightens seeing Nandor, giving him a gentle smile.]

Oh, certainly, Nandor! What is it?

[-Oh. Jonathan looks back at Dracula, then back at Nandor, looking a little sheepish.]

I... suppose I was feeling vindictive, thinking about how he locked me up two months ago.

[fuckingguy]

Well... that is fair enough.

[ He doesn't sound at all sure of this! No matter how much of an asshole you know a fellow vampire has been, it's still never going to feel great, seeing them reduced to this and smirked at by a human. Nonetheless!! ]

What it is is that I have made something for you. [ And he starts fishing around in the recesses of his outfit: ] It is not a big deal, really, but if you could just look away for a second...

[hotpaprika]

[Come on he would feel upset if Nandor was locked in there! Dracula is different!

But he nods, covering his eyes with an arm.]

You've made me quite curious, Nandor. I hope this isn't some sort of trick.

[He's joking, really.]

[fuckingguy]

[ When Nandor makes casual references to how easily he could, say, rip Forrest's throat out, he's usually not thinking about the act. He's casually tossing an acknowledgement to the awareness of potential violence which he, as a predator, is never without.

The same general principle is in play now. Without really thinking it, he knows that in this moment he could murder this man ten different ways, and then that fact goes to the backest of backburners as he keeps on rifling through his pockets and muttering! ]

It is not. Okay, now.

[ When Jonathan looks again, a very simple necklace dangles from Nandor's right hand, which he's holding up theatrically. The "chain" is a plain black leather cord from the art supply store, and most of the few beads strung on it are simple and wooden. They're prayer beads from Hagakure's bracelet, which became Dandy's bracelet, which became a bunch of detritus scattered on the floor of the dark ride. He even managed to get the sparse blood off of them! ]

Thought that you might want these.

[hotpaprika]

[Jonathan removed his arm and opens his eyes and

He stares as the gift, recognizing what the beads are from. And the implication of all this.

Jonathan speaks in quiet awe.]

You... you made this for me...?

[fuckingguy]

I'm not wearing it on my neck, am I? [ ... ] Not that I could, outside of here, because of the holy properties... so that was really less a comeback and more a silly question.

Yes, for you. You gonna take it, or not?

[hotpaprika]

[Theres another pause. Then, Jonathan gives Nandor a large, genuine smile and reaches for the necklace.]

Of course I will take it! This is such a lovely gift Nandor; I promise to always treasure it.

[fuckingguy]

[ Nandor presses the necklace into Jonathan's hands, grinning like an idiot, because for a moment he forgets about the information drop he's been planning on and is just happy to have made something that was well-received! ]

Yes, please do. [ And then he sobers up a little. ] ... It is not the only thing I have for you.

Understand that this is not easy for me to say, please. What I am about to do is tantamount to breaking the one rule by which we order our unnatural lives... which, technically, I have already been sentenced to death for in the past, but that was a big misunderstanding which has since been remedied.

[hotpaprika]

[Jonathan immediately goes to hang the necklace around his neck. But when Nandor says that his smile falters. He's not worried, per se, but a little concerned.]

Oh, certainly Nandor. What troubles you?

[fuckingguy]

Forget about that. Do you know of a man named Van Helsing?

[hotpaprika]

[If Jonathan was taken a few months down the line, he would have a different answer. But now he looks lost.]

... I cannot say I do, actually. Why?

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[fuckingguy]

Well...

... Oh, fuck this. When you get back home to England, that is the name of the vampire hunter you will need to seek out if you hope to ensure Count Dracula's utter annihilation. He is definitely Dutch, and possibly Mexican.