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

[bathymetric]

[ They seem to be... so the staff is a pretty normal staff, it barely seems like a weapon, but it's pretty light. The bow is... pretty light too, but more of a serious weapon. Either way, the wielder probably wasn't like. Huge.

The note, meanwhile, reads: ]

Touch these and I'll kill you!

Love, Loki♡

[fuckingguy]

[ HIDDLESTON...........

Well, he's taking the note and both of those weapons, as this is a week for living dangerously. And he's just... presumably going to take a staff and a bow into the bowling alley bathroom, I guess! Anything else out of place here? ]

[bathymetric]

[ Other than all of the weapons everywhere, there is an audio log in uh... well, this one's in the trash, actually. ]

[fuckingguy]

[ this and last week are just an uninterrupted streak of diving into the trash for nandor and you know what? good, it's what he deserves

He never has his radio on him, generally speaking, so he'll have to go back to his room and play it later! What will he hear? ]

[bathymetric]

[ It's Female Founder #1, aka Val! ...Wait, or...is it? You've collectively heard enough audio logs from her to get a feel for her voice, and while this has similar qualities, something about it feels...off. ]

My darling Alice. I won't mince words. With everything this dire, I worry that our hideaway's less safe. Fontaine's temptations continue each week, and the trust I have in our companions is starting to...waver.

It's not that I don't trust you to keep me safe. It's that I'm afraid of what they could do when pushed to the edge. I'm worried about them even overhearing these doubts.

Meet me in our place tonight, okay? We can talk in person. If anything happened to you, I'd... I'm...

[ Here Valerie herself interrupts: ]

"Hi, I'm Loki! I'm bitter Fontaine took my shapeshifting away, so I spend my time ignoring boundaries and interfering in other people's love lives!"

[ And, the first voice laughs, much lower and more sultry, but somehow still very similar. ]

Hi, dear! What are you doing here? Not working on your little pet project? Darn. Miscalculated~

[ You can basically hear the eye roll. ]

We're stuck in here and you're, what... out to do some light backstabbing?

[ The first voice, Loki, mock gasps. ]

Such a cruel word, little kitty... Oh, all of you've forgotten how to enjoy yourselves. I'm just trying to have a little fun~ You should consider that sometime. Maybe it'd make your last days less...tedious.

[ The sound of Valerie running over to grab the tape. ]

Oh, go flirt with Beckett if you're so desperate-