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

[howveryglib]

Ah, I see.

[…]

I feel as though I am missing some important context about this…

[inaclearing]

Oh - these two guys sort of founded the country I live in? The, ah...the vampire orgies did not make it into the history books?

[howveryglib]

Ah. Well, I should hope not, as that would be their business.

[he doesn’t seem particularly bothered by this…]

[inaclearing]

No, I'm a journalist. It's my business now.

[He's joking but also He Is Not]

[howveryglib]

...I suppose it is, yes.

[SIGH.]

Is it something that is going to cause any sort of succession crisis or political turmoil...

[inaclearing]

What? No, they've been dead for like two hundred years. And it's not a monarchy anyway.

[howveryglib]

Oh.

Well, that should be fine, then. It is likely an interesting curiosity more than aught else.

[it's not like dragons fucking elves or whatever.]