Week 8

[bathymetric]

Good morning, New Rapture. The long night is ending.

Your number is as low as it's going to go. You may not know it for sure yet, but there's something in the cold New Rapture recycled air that suggests maybe things are about to change. An act of defiance against the Mayor actually panned out, and now... the mysteries of the underwater city are beginning to finally reveal themselves to you. How much has been just smoke and mirrors, like the execution room? How much has been real? And how much longer can your captor continue to avoid granting you answers?

No new wing of the city, this week. There are still offices to explore in city hall, if you'd like, but in general you get the feeling that it's going to take a change to make the next new information available. And make no mistake: change is coming, my friends. Stay strong. Stay together. Get any last coins in before the end.



SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY

[ ooc: Welcome to the final week of Unknown Seas Round 3! Please make sure to mark any investigation toplevels accordingly, reply to the endgame planning post, and you can reach either the Mayor or Eleanor for conversations! ]

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INVESTIGATION

[inaclearing]

[Brett finally emerges from Suite Five again well after noon on Sunday, looking sort of groggy and disheveled. The reason for him coming out now is pretty obvious: he's being followed by a small herd. Blake Bortles is here, of course, and also The Great Papyrus (recently renamed) riding Cruger the dog like a horse. Which is probably fine? Look, it's definitely better than Cruger trying to eat him.

Brett takes the entire troop out to the lake, where Blake can swim and catch fish, Cruger can do his dog thing, and Papyrus can...run around with a stick. That's probably fine.

For his own part, Brett is stretched out beneath a tree near the edge of the lake. It's a spot where he isn't really visible from the main path, unless you venture closer. Seems like he's sort of trying to avoid people. That's not to say he's being particularly wary; actually, it kinda looks like he's starting to doze off.

So much so, in fact, that later in the afternoon he appears several feet above the pool and falls in! He flails for a minute before hauling himself out, and sits on the side spluttering. Great. Perfect. Exactly what he wanted.

After that...well, there's nothing to do. He doesn't really want to talk to anyone, and he doesn't exactly have any useful hobbies to work on. So he finally slinks off to city hall to see what he can find with that indigo key. The first office he'd come to that it fits is #7, so let's start there!

Pretty late at night, he finally breaks down and goes to the restaurant for some food. He won't be lingering here long, as when it finally arrives he's definitely gonna just take it back to his suite, but you can still catch him while he's flipping listlessly through the menu or lying down in one of the booths waiting.]

INVESTIGATION

[bathymetric]

[ There's a very clean and organized desk with some kind of massive... Logo? painted onto the wall behind it. The rest of the room is immaculately clean, so there's not much to find... maybe the closet?

There's a portrait of the guy too, at least. ]

[inaclearing]

[.......well that's visibly evil.

Yeah, let's see what this dead creep had in his desk first.]

[bathymetric]

[ First off, the inside of the desk is just as clean and organized as the surface! There's no shortage of personalize stationary, which reads, in a font just fancy enough to be "who's this bitch" about: ]

From the desk of Jasper Sitwell, Founder of New Rapture

[ Notably, none of the stationary lists what he DID as a Founder. Maybe the notebook in the bottom drawer might help? ]

[inaclearing]

[The temptation to steal the personalized stationery is strong, but also Brett wouldn't want to be associated with this guy. And has...no real use for stationery at present. He rifles through the drawers pretty quickly until he finds the notebook, then opens that up to read.]

[bathymetric]

[ It is filled, in neat handwriting, with pages and pages of dates and times of meetings of some kind, with quick shorthand reference to goods being exchanged at several. For Example: ]

6/7 13:43 GG PROTECTION (ORDER CLUB)
6/7 15:22 VO RESTOCK (2MG 3P -><- $450)

[ The last meeting is listed at 12/31 14:10 FF PROTECTION (HELIOS) ]

[inaclearing]

I bet that went well.

[He'll just take this with him. If that's it for the desk, how about the closet?]

[bathymetric]

[ The closet is full to bursting with locked glass cases! They sort of... unfold, as you open the door, Brett.

Those cases are full of immaculately maintained modern firearms. Damn, how many men did it take to make this? ]

[inaclearing]

[Brett darts a glance at the office door, suddenly nervous and almost guilty. He's not someone who's spent a ton of time around guns; it's a little scary, having so many of them suddenly appear like that.

But no one else is around. He stares down at them for a moment. Howl would have known how to use all of these. So would Peregrine. With him, survival has been a fluke. There's absolutely nothing he's done, no reason he ought to be here when others aren't. They would have deserved it.




...is there anything around here he could use to break the glass?]

[bathymetric]

[ There are a few things one could use around here! Unfortunately, in a Twilight Zone-like twist of fate, the glass... is bulletproof. ]

[inaclearing]

[Hang on a second, I gotta google something -

- yeah okay, he's gonna try for a minute or two but he definitely can't break this! And he doesn't know how to pick a lock either, because of course he doesn't, so...he'll just fold all of this back into the closet.

Is that it for this room?]

[bathymetric]

[ Yep! Nothing else in here. ]

[inaclearing]

[Let's go for #24, then! Also, just for reference, is there literally no color coding on these doors and he's just gotta try this key on every single one individually]

restaurant

[howveryglib]

[...he sees him lying down and like. uh.]

...Brett, I know you are not doing particularly well, but this is not the best place to take a rest...

[inaclearing]

[Brett sits up sharply at the sound of a voice.]

I'm fine. And I already got dumped in the pool once today, anyway.

[howveryglib]

Ah, well, at least you are trying to avoid that happening twice today.

[...]

Honestly, though, I am concerned...

[inaclearing]

[..........]

Just waiting for my food.

[howveryglib]

Ah, I understand.

[...]

I believe I now know why all the food is so... excessively gourmet. Though I suppose it is not entirely a surprise that there was some unnecessarily intense chef was behind it all...

[inaclearing]

Yeah?

[It's dull, disinterested, but he does perk up slightly as he adds:]

Valerie was the one who ran the bowling alley. I guess we've got her to thank for nachos.

[howveryglib]

That would be the individual who created the vending machine, would it not?

[He nods.]

I suppose I am thankful for that, even if her tastes seem... idiosyncratic otherwise.

[inaclearing]

Mmm. I found her office. It was kinda neat.

[Normally Brett would probably go in on the details and lore, but he just...doesn't.]

Her girlfriend's, too.

[howveryglib]

...

Did anything explain why the vending machine just spits out seawater every so often?

[inaclearing]

...no, not really. But she had a lot of weird stuff in her closet. Might've just been her thing.

[howveryglib]

...

Given everything we have seen from the vending machine, I am not at all surprised...

[inaclearing]

Mmm.

[Brett's quiet for a moment, drumming his fingers against his stomach.]

Hey...did -

[He cuts himself off, takes a breath.]

Did, um. Anyone ever hear from Forrest again?