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! ]

Comments

[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?

[howveryglib]

Oh, yes, he came to find me last night. He is…

[…]

He is uninjured.

[fine is the wrong word. literally none of us are fine lmao]

[inaclearing]

Oh.

[.....]

That's good.

[howveryglib]

Yes, it is. I am truly glad he made it back to us.

[inaclearing]

Yeah.

[.....]

Does, uh...Zinda know...?

[howveryglib]

…

I am… not certain.

[aw, fuck.]

[inaclearing]

[Brett lays an arm over his eyes.]

Great. Looking forward to that.

[howveryglib]

…

I will see if I can get in contact with either of them and try to head things off… for all I know they have already worked things out, but I am still concerned.

[inaclearing]

I doubt there's much anyone can do, if she's made up her mind.

[He can't, anyway. It's hard to even feel motivated to try - it already feels hopeless, so why bother?]

[howveryglib]

I am not about to accept that. I have already accepted far too much about this situation and it has accomplished nothing.

[inaclearing]

Nothing has accomplished anything.

[howveryglib]

Something did, given Forrest managed to escape execution at all. I simply have no idea what, given that I did not exactly feel like interrogating the boy after everything that had happened.

[inaclearing]

That wasn't anything any of us did.

[But it's a little more thoughtful than outright combative.]

Maybe it was Smileyface?

[howveryglib]

Perhaps, yes. I am sure we will gather to share our findings at some point, so I will ask him then if I do not see him sooner for whatever reason.

[inaclearing]

...that sounds exhausting.

[Like yeah, we probably will, but the idea of a group gathering right now sounds sort of agonizing?]

You're the first person I've actually talked to since the execution. Just slept most of today. I think it just made me more tired.

[howveryglib]

…no, I understand quite well.

[he is thinking of yesterday a lot. Friday. It’s basically yesterday since Saturday doesn’t exist.]

…

If you do not wish to come, I would request that you write down your findings and give them to me, at the very least, and I will keep you apprised of what we learn.

[inaclearing]

I haven't found anything worthwhile. But, of course, I wrote it all down anyway.

[That's just what he does!]

I don't know. We'll see.

[howveryglib]

…yes, I understand.

[sigh. It all really does just seem like stuff that isn’t that important…]

Please consider it, at least.

[inaclearing]

Is there a point? None of these meetings are really about anything. I -

[He sighs, feeling on the cusp of saying far too much. Let's order that a little.]

I've spent so much time here acting like I'm doing something useful, but I'm not. None of this stuff about the Founders really matters. I'm just digging up dirt on people who died here years ago and acting like it's relevant.

[howveryglib]

…

[uhhh mood but he can’t actually break down and admit he’s depressed as hell and thinks he’s been a shitty leader, even to another adult…]

We have found useful things over the course of our time here. Rossiu’s findings at our last meeting suggested that, if nothing else, we do happen to be making progress. It is simply a matter of sifting through everything. That is all.