Week 7

[bathymetric]

Good morning, New Rapture. A new day is dawning.

Less than ten of you left, now. The halls of your little slice of Rapture sure must feel empty now, hm? Even compared to their general size, you're going to naturally find yourself more and more alone more and more often. That's just statistics.

You may find yourself flagging. You may find it difficult to move on. Your captor has offered you so little respite, so little in the way of answers. The ocean is dark and foreboding. But remember this: in the darkest times, the brightest lights can shine.

As you wake once again on Sunday, there's another wing of New Rapture open to you, smaller than the ones before it. More to see, more to find, as your ally the vending machine might say.



SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[ ooc: Welcome to the seventh 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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[visiblepattern]

You asked, and I answered.

[Like, what did you expect him to say.]

[inaclearing]

...sorry.

[Nothing, really, he's just still mad.]

I'm just - well, you know. [doing bad!]

[visiblepattern]

I know. I was like that last week.

[He shifts a bit, threading his fingers together before promptly undoing that and settling his hands in his lap.]

I don't know how I'm doing this week. Other than worried about everyone.

[inaclearing]

...yeah.

[It is like that, huh? Though at least something of Aiba's care was genuine.]

I'm...not...good. [This week? Can't even say that he's fine.] It just keeps on getting worse.

[visiblepattern]

It does.

[He's aware of that much; god, there are so damn few of them now.]

If you ever want to talk about it, I'm here. You know I'll listen.

[inaclearing]

...I feel bad complaining too much about it. To anyone here, not just you. I know no one's doing much better.

[It's not quite a refusal, though. These are also feelings he has!]

[visiblepattern]

Given what we're going through, I don't know if I would consider anything anyone might have to say to be complaining.

[Like, he's just saying.]

[inaclearing]

...processing out loud?

[Fair enough.]

I...thought Joy and I were good friends, and we weren't. That's all there is to it. Maybe that's even why I didn't really notice the scratches weren't all right the first time, I just...she told me it was Rain, and I trusted her. I do that...all the time.

[We all heard what he said to Drakkon. Even after all those awful stories, he'd genuinely thought the man intended to turn it around. Otherwise, why not just go on pretending to be nice and normal? That strategy worked out pretty well for Jobu.]

She even told me...ages ago, about that whole mind splintering thing. I asked her if she was okay after it, and she said it was...not the way it was before, but better. Fixed. And I accepted it.

[visiblepattern]

[He's quiet for a moment at that, tugging a little at the fabric of his dress as he considers.]

It's not your fault for wanting to believe what people tell you. You're not responsible for what other people do, and you can't start thinking about what you could have done differently because that won't change how things worked out. You can never know, and it's going to do your head in.

[It's quiet, but it's at least somewhat resolute.]

You're a good person, so you want to believe what people tell you. It isn't your fault if they choose not to be good people.

[inaclearing]

[Brett leans against the table he's sitting at, face resting against his cheek.]

It would be one thing if it just hurt me. But here, that's never the case. I don't notice something, or I don't say something, and everybody gets hurt. [He sighs.] I don't know. I'm just turning in circles.

[visiblepattern]

I think most of us are. I know that isn't comforting to hear, but...

[...]

The most we can really do is be there for each other right now. We don't have much else.

[inaclearing]

That's true, isn't it.

[Sounds a little grim, but not in like...a completely terrible way.]

Even if it doesn't seem to help, there's really nothing else to do here. I honestly don't even know if all this research I've been trying to do even matters.