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.



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[ 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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[inaclearing]

[OH SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT

He's gonna go check the desk first, because of course he is.]

[bathymetric]

[ Unlike the rest of the room, the desk is actually pretty tidy! Looks like a bunch of sales records for a number of different businesses! Notably, this person owned and managed the ice cream parlor, the bowling alley, and the Circle K.

Deep in there, though, is the blueprint and visual design sheet for the vending machine. ]

[inaclearing]

[Yeah...

Brett looks this over for a moment. But he's not a technical guy, so presumably none of it really means anything to him?]

[bathymetric]

[ Sometimes a furry is just very into capitalism.

It's honestly not even very technical, it's more about what it should look like and do than anything else. Looks like the idea was a machine that could produce items from anywhere. Which would be pretty useful, for a vending machine!

That's all that's in the desk, though. ]

[inaclearing]

[How about the bulletin board, then?]

[bathymetric]

[ The bulletin board mostly features a bunch of polaroids and other pictures! ... Well, the only non-polaroid is a photo booth reel of the room's occupant and a blonde woman, but like we have driven this backstory round ship hard enough by now I think!!

The first polaroid is a selfie from Valerie at a wedding ceremony by Von Karma Lake, featuring a very serious-looking groom and a lovely bride, with the caption "HAND IN UNLOVABLE HAND <3" written in with sharpie. ]

[inaclearing]

[As I just did in real life just now, Brett audibly says:]

Jesus Christ.

[When he sees the visage of Manfred Von Karma for the first time. Holy shit! That sure is a guy who could exist! Who could get married to this totally regular-looking lady he guesses!

Anyway. He unpins the photo booth reel and looks at it for a moment, before tucking it into the cover of his notebook. For Reasons. Humming No Children to himself, he turns to check out the closet.]

[bathymetric]

[ Before you do, there's a couple other polaroids of note!

One is a picture of the storm cellar at the barn, minus the sculptures and vending machines, with the written caption "Secret Base: Obtained".

The other is a selfie at what appears to be a Founders-only event. Figures in the background include this guy, who is in competition to take too many fancy appetizers with this bird, this woman, who's talking flirtatiously to a brightly blushing young woman on the waitstaff, and a woman with platinum blonde hair, from behind, talking to someone just off camera. It's captioned simply "Ugh, Vera, where are you when I need you?" ]

[inaclearing]

Mark Beaks.

[Brett smiles briefly to himself, then remembers that he'd joked about that with Joy before and immediately feels awful again!

Anyway, uh...that last one seems to have enough going on that he'll take it, too. Is that all?]

[bathymetric]

[ That's all for here!

The closet, however, is full of stuff. A bunch of weird stuff, minus uh. The Drugs, And The Blood. ]

[inaclearing]

[Oh come on, man, he could really use some weird drugs!

Is the, uh. Is the corpse here.]

[bathymetric]

[ ... No but there is a like. Spirit Halloween looking substitute. ]

[inaclearing]

[Brett, acting for reasons he could not properly explain if you asked him, picks up the Narrator cap and sticks it on his head. He's also taking the penguin mask, though he does not put this on.

Anything else in here?]

[bathymetric]

[ Nope! This room is fully looted, and can now either be left alone or used to hang out surrounded by soft things between now and endgame! ]

[inaclearing]

[Yeah Brett might come in here to chill sometimes! No one will know where he is!

But for now, we're bouncing over to #16!]

[bathymetric]

[

This office is certainly more utilitarian than the last, with a general vibe that this was a place pretty specifically for business? But like. It's a little modish, some fun colors and patterns on the walls as well as a couple like. Accent mirrors? Upon looking closer, though, they're positioned perfectly so that someone sitting at the desk can see what's happening behind them without turning around.

There's a desk, with a bulletin board above it, as well as a closet, as far as specific things to look at go, though there's also a cool couch and carpet. Above the couch is a portrait! ]

[inaclearing]

[Ah, yeah, okay. That makes sense. As much sense as these offices not all having their own keys makes sense at all, he guesses.

Once again, starting at the desk!]

[bathymetric]

[ Lots of stationary, some uh. Half-finished devices? And a mix CD. ]

[inaclearing]

[He probably can't make much of the devices, though he will look at them. Is the CD labeled, though? And is there a CD player here?]

[bathymetric]

[ It is! There's a tracklist of pop-punk and punk songs, with the note HOMEWORK: Listen to this and get back 2 me. -V

There is, in fact, a modest stereo! ]

[inaclearing]

.....oh, no.....

[This feels like it's about to get HECKING PERSONAL, but you know what he's already here, already invested in these two lesbians who are almost certainly without a doubt dead now - let's pop that in and sit and spin around in the desk chair while we listen to it]

[bathymetric]

[ It is exactly the playlist it claims to be! There are also a weird number of love songs on here for homework.

While you spin, Brett, you'll probably note the contents of the bulletin board: a matching print of that photo booth picture set, as well as a map of a town called Crystal Cove, with a number of notes trying to determine the potential location of someone named... Professor Pericles? ]

[inaclearing]

[He'll take it down to look it over while the music plays. Yeah, conspiracy boards - suuuuper helpful in a murdergame, in his experience.

If there's nothing more of note there, though, he’ll go for the closet when he gets bored.]

[bathymetric]

[ Only thing of note is there's both the fancier handwriting of this room's occupant and some from the owner of the last office you popped into - looks like she got some help brainstorming at some point.

The closet is... interesting! There are a number of outfits in here, as well as some wigs and masks... and costumes, as well as tactical combat gear, further back in. Tucked very far back is a shoebox with multiple false passports and money in different currencies, for nations both familiar and not. ]

[inaclearing]

[Brett kinda leafs through the money, but it's useless here and he has no expectation of going anywhere else, so...fuck it, he's just gonna ditch that.

What kind of like, non-combat costumes are there?]