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

[honeyedtea]

[ The air of impatience and irriation that's been hanging around Mielle last week seems fit to stick around – at least until she spots the photo of the young man on one of the coffins. With the colour leeched away there's no way to compare their hair and eyes... but something about his face makes it clear just whose loved one he is.

Mielle looks completely befuddled – torn between shock, disbelief and the wide-eyed alarm of a deer in headlights. ]

C... Cain...? B–but that's... you couldn't really...?

[specialyellthing]

... He probably could. But there's no guarantee he'd come back actually him. [She pauses, and then, because she knows that isn't enough deterrent, she adds on--]

And you'd be tradin Mafuyu for him.

[honeyedtea]

[ The way she whips her head to face Zinda is as if she's been slapped – as is the quick, almost pained breath she takes in. ]

Y–you... w–was singling me out [ you know, accurately ] in front of everyone not enough for you? Now you're accusing me of a crime that hasn't even happened yet?

[specialyellthing]

I was answerin your question. I didn't accuse you of anything. [teenagers are... so much. Zinda's pretty sure she found a gray hair this morning.]

[bathymetric]

What, you don't think I have power over life and death at this point?

[honeyedtea]

You're certainly very good at playing some convincing tricks, but that's all I'll give you.

[bathymetric]

Oh, I like you, kid. No sense of self-preservation, but you've got moxie, as old Frankie would say.

Would you like a demonstration?

[visiblepattern]

...I would, if nothing else.

[Forrest's voice is quiet, but...]

1/3

[bathymetric]

I figured someone would.

[ There's a moment of... well, the sound of tapping at a computer keyboard before there's an opening in the roof of the other room and an additional coffin, completely blank, lowers down from the ceiling to a few paces from the glass. ]

So this is where I say the magic words. But, since dear Seo Dawon isn't here to impress, I'm just going to skip those and open the coffin.

[ The coffin opens and out stumbles... well, a very alive and well Hodaka Morishima. ]

Good morning, Stormchaser. Care to confirm your identity for the people at home?

2/3 cw: slight breathing difficulties

[withagun]

[ Disoriented, Hodaka gasps in a gulp of air. He looks around in shock, at the coffins, at the ceiling, searching for the source of the unfamiliar voice. ]

Who? Wha- what...? Where am...? [ As he gets his bearings, his questions die off, because now instead of the coffins, he's looking out at something else. At the rest of you. ] You...guys... But that's not... Am I- am I in the—

[ He can't bring himself to say it. Instead, he starts to stumble forward, toward the glass. ]

Hey, whatever's going on, don't—

3/3

[bathymetric]

Not the confirmation of identity I would have gone with, but probably good enough.

[ There's the BANG of a gunshot, and Hodaka staggers back into the coffin, which closes as it's clear that Hodaka Morishima is, once again, dead. ]

If you aren't sure, I can bring him out again, but I'm not sure he'd appreciate it.

[visiblepattern]

[It's the point at which it becomes obvious that Hodaka can see them that Forrest lunches forward, banging on the glass hard even as Hodaka dies (in front of them, again) - ]

No - no!

[He hits the glass a few more times, the sound getting increasingly desperate.]

Let me see Midori at least, let me... Let me see her, let her know that I'm...!

[bathymetric]

I think I've made the conditions for seeing her again abundantly clear at this point. I can open the coffin, if you'd like, but what's in there isn't exactly pretty.

[visiblepattern]

I know what's in there, I was there!

[This is the first time he's really spoken to the Mayor; he's likely making a hell of a first impression, but he doesn't care.]

[honeyedtea]

[ Oh, seeing it the second time really doesn't make her feel any less sick than the first time, huh. ]

What– what did you do to him?!

[sastruga]

H-Hodaka...

[oh she's feeling kind of sick as well

and just standing a bit closer to Mielle, now]

[honeyedtea]

[ lbr teen lesbian duo are going to be full on clinging onto each other at this point ]

[bathymetric]

[ The Mayor sighs, as if somehow all of you are the unreasonable ones. ]

Surely you understand how a gun works by now.

[honeyedtea]

What I understand is that you're insane!

[fuckingguy]

Oh, come on, the fuck was that for?!

[bathymetric]

Demonstration. Motivation. Other words ending in -ation.

[inaclearing]

Hodaka - !

[Oh shit, there he go.]

Why would you do that?

[bathymetric]

A lot of you have this annoying habit where you think I pull punches or don't back up my offers. I've learned by now to cut that off at the proverbial pass.

[specialyellthing]

We believed ya before you brought a kid back to murder him again--

[howveryglib]

[yeah okay that's fucked up as hell.

...

but he tries to calm down after it. actually think about what happened.

...

he's not going to bring it up in front of the fuckin' mayor of all people, but he is going to mutter to himself...]

...

What was it that he intended to say?