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

armory

[inaclearing]

...no.

[Brett looks like total shit!]

Don't we have enough weapons already?

[fuckingguy]

Yes, but those are all the same weapons, except in the case of personal items...

[ Nandor trails off, looking over Brett for a long moment. ]

Yee. No offense, but you look like a hot pile of shit on the side of the road. Are you ill with something?

[inaclearing]

No, I just feel like shit.

[And he hasn't really been taking care of himself much since the trial? These are his, you know, in the dark with him days.]

[fuckingguy]

Understandable, but maybe eat something. Or... drink some water?

[ You know, the human necessities! ]

[inaclearing]

I'm not really that hungry. Thanks, though.

[fuckingguy]

[ squinting at... ]

Is that because you have entered a deep depression due to the events of this latest trial? Do not lie to me, I can tell.

[inaclearing]

..........

Well, yes, obviously.

[fuckingguy]

As I said, then. Try not to go overboard. There are only nine of us now.

[inaclearing]

...I'm not gonna starve to death, Nandor. I think you'd have to be pretty strong-willed to do something like that.

[fuckingguy]

Well, that or your fields have just been set on fire and your cattle slaughtered... but that is neither here nor there. My concern is that you will make yourself even easier prey than you already are.

[inaclearing]

That's different.

[We weren't talking about accidents.]

Low bar. I'm just...I don't have any appetite. But I'll try and eat something if it makes you feel better.