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

[specialyellthing]

I think they'd be pretty proud of the beer and cheese thing.

[...She's in good humor, at least. Zinda's a little too comfortable with the concept of death. She even smiles in the direction of her coffins, at the photos of a woman that Joy should have lived to see, and this suave lookin man, identifiable as Zinda's teammate by the emblem on his chest.]

[sastruga]

...Old teammates?

[specialyellthing]

Yup. That's Blackhawk himself. Pretty sure he died of old age. Didn' ask for specifics. [It would have been nice to say goodbye. Or tell him where she went. Or... anything, really. But she doesn't focus on that, and tilts her head to the next coffin.]

Big Barda. Now there's a gal that woulda gotten us out of here real quick. She's... a less old teammate.