unknownseas | at the light, at the light

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round 3

at the light, at the light

[Well! That happened, and for once, no one seems to be holding any kind of Group Sorrow Activity afterwards! Have fun doing whatever it is y'all wanna do! There's not many people left, and an awful lot of open space; we're probably all perfectly capable of being alone, if that's what we want.]

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[The first order of business is to return to his room to let Leafeon out. Our Pokémon friend will wander off on his own as usual, and Rossiu takes a moment to himself just to breathe and to think about how they're going to proceed from here.

Proper investigations will have to wait. They need to be careful until they know how things have shaken out with both Forrest and the Mayor. They need to...

Actually, just give him a few minutes. If you need Rossiu immediately after that, you can find him in suite 4; as the only person still alive in it, it's all his space now and he's just going to be on the couch, shaking a bit and looking like he's trying really, really hard not to have a feeling about anything that just happened.

But okay, he's got this, and Rossiu pulls himself together. For the time being, he's going to be wandering. This would be an investigation prompt were this a weekly log, but it isn't! He's looking for anywhere that might lead to wherever Forrest's execution was taking place, so you can find him poking around literally anywhere. Take your pick on where! Was your character just trying to enjoy some peace and quiet in a place all by themselves? Too bad, Rossiu's here now and investigating.

Eventually though... he ends up back in the garden. Someone needs to update the Undertaker's list of names, though it would seem we only need one addition this week. Unless Zinda makes good on her threat, anyway. Rossiu's going to be in here for awhile even after he's added Nandor's name, just sort of staring off into the middle distance.]

[that sure as fuck happened didn't it. gaius is going to head right back to his quarters and just kind of. do that manpain thing of punching his mirror in and try not to cry even in private because he's a man of power and men of power don't cry except he's kind of powerless so maybe he should just cry anyway.

...

after about a half hour or so you can probably find him picking glass out of his knuckles and fingers and bandaging his hand up in the clinic because uhh... yeah... he punched his mirror in...

...

anyway once he's got his hand all bandaged up and he's stopped in the meeting room to check and see if the coffins have, indeed, been removed, he can be found standing outside the bathysphere like a dog waiting for its owner. he will probably be there all night if no one drags him back to bed.]

[If you happen to be outside the Helios Suites, wallowing in your sadness, you may be in for a bit of a shock.

Light seems to bend in mid-air. Rays of purple smoke-like light bending and rippling as it all comes together and coalesces into Eleanor Lamb.

And one Forrest. Alive and well.]

Alright. This is close enough. [She'll take a moment to make sure Forrest is alright.] Are you alright? I'm not used to moving multiple people with me-

[Brett, for his part, only makes two quick stops after returning to the main area of New Rapture.

First, the aquarium, where he procures a couple of those frozen dead fish.

Second, the clinic, where he spends a little while rifling through the medicine cabinets and reading the labels on the back of a few bottles. Ultimately, he just takes a few different kinds.

With his cargo, he returns to Suite 5. He shuts the door behind him, but you can hear the sounds of his various creatures being fed fish for a little while after this. That's probably the time to interrupt him; once he goes to his room, he's taking some sleeping pills and does not intend to be conscious again until like, maybe noon on Sunday!]

[So once Forrest has been to the garden to have a good cry, he's quick to return to Suite 1 for the briefest of moments to get Rain. He's been in here all day, poor thing-

So. Rain is being obtained, Forrest's clothes are being changed, and... Well, he's tentatively wandering out onto the grounds. He's not looking for anyone or anything in particular, and he can be seen just wandering around from place to place; he doesn't seem to have a goal, he's just...skittish, and shaking, and looking a little like he's scared to be here. He eventually finds himself just sitting down in some forgotten corner of the Hall of Founders, curling up in a place shielded by some of the debris and...well, it's time for the second good cry of the night.]

[Zinda makes her way back to Suite 3, straight into the shower. It’s only once she’s been in there a while that she notices: oh. She’s still in all her clothes. She’s still holding the mace. Well. That’s one way to get that clean.

Once that’s all dealt with, and she’s in clean clothes and has a slightly better head on her shoulders, she finally stops carrying the damn thing around. She also, upon second thought, leaves her guns behind in her room— and her room door locked.

First stop? Nandor’s room in Suite 1, so she can take that ring and letter. She also, against all rational thought, opens his coffin lid. Then has a cry about it being empty. Then sees that stupid Ben Franklin painting and has another cry.

Then, sick of crying, she makes her way to the nightclub, where she can be found chugging liquor straight from the bottle, then smashing the bottles on the floor.

Fun! ]

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