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! ]

Comments

[inaclearing]

[He really meant to imply that they're all gonna die here, well before cancer can be an issue, but he's not gonna actually explain that...]

Maybe just do it outside.

[smells gross...]

I'm just gonna eat candy until I die.

[howveryglib]

...

[okay he knows morale is shit and he can't... really... argue with it, but...]

Please attempt not to be too self-destructive. I know things are dire, but...

[...]

I would prefer things... not get even worse.

[inaclearing]

[Brett pauses, brow furrowing at Gaius.]

...I won't literally die from eating junk, Gaius. I'm...

[Mmmm.]

...well, it's fine.

[howveryglib]

Ah, I am aware, but... well. I am concerned about everyone, even so.

[He shakes his head.]

Perhaps I am worrying overmuch.

[inaclearing]

...no. You're probably right.

[But that's all he says.]

I just. I can't pretend like I'm fine right now. I need another day or two, maybe.

[howveryglib]

[He nods.]

Take as much time as you need. I simply want to make sure you are at least doing the bare minimum to take care of yourself.

[inaclearing]

[........]

I'm okay.

[no he isn't really thank you]

[howveryglib]

...you really do not have to lie, you know.

[inaclearing]

...I think I'm gonna spend all day getting drunk and watching some weird DVDs I found in the dirt.

[howveryglib]

[...yeah. you know what. he nods.]

Do you want someone to check on you, at least?

[inaclearing]

[He half-shrugs.]

Doesn't matter. It's probably just some stupid TV show anyway.

[howveryglib]

...All right.

[he nods.]

Let me know if you need anything, at least.

[inaclearing]

Yeah, sure. Maybe the show'll be good, even.

[cut to four hours later, Brett drunkenly crying alone in the theatre about Percy and Pierre]

[howveryglib]

I hope that you enjoy yourself.

[at least the gold saucer isn’t the most cursed place to investigate…]

[inaclearing]

Eh.

[Yeah, we'll see.]

[howveryglib]

[...

god he is so bad at this. he'll just kind of nod and leave...]