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

[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.

[inaclearing]

I doubt she's gonna let us out just because we solved all the Founder's puzzles.

[Ah, but Brett knows he shouldn't be talking to people about this either. He's depressed as hell, but that doesn't mean anyone wants to hear about it.]

It is a weird thing they set up...

[howveryglib]

She is not going to let us, no, but it does feel like things are beginning to fall apart on her end to a certain extent. I think we may be on our way to getting an upper hand.

[...hopefully. he's really hoping...]

[inaclearing]

Maybe. I'll have to, uh...ask Forrest about that whole thing.

[He's a little awkward about it. Brett's not...even sure he's angry at Forrest, at the end of the day? But that doesn't mean he feels great.]

Not that I'll be much help anyway, if it comes down to...

[He waves a hand vaguely in what's meant to be an approximation of "swinging battle axes and fighting guys".]

[howveryglib]

I am certain we will all be asking him about it when we see him... I simply do not wish to overwhelm him.

[HE IS VERY WORRIED ABOUT THE BOY...]

In any case, you do not have to be concerned. You have helped us get this far, so I am certain those of us who are combat-ready will protect you.

[inaclearing]

That's fair.

[He has been through a lot...maybe it is better to step off for a bit anyway. Brett thinks it's probably better he gets his own shit in order a little, too.

At that last, he just grimaces. Sure, he's a burden, don't rub it in.]

[howveryglib]

...come now. It is my job to lead and protect those who are unfamiliar with combat. I know I have not been doing the best job of it, but...

[inaclearing]

...it's not your fault.

[a little hypocritical, but]

You can't just...expect one person to be responsible for managing all this.

[howveryglib]

I should have done more, at the very least. I did not even manage anything of particular risk beyond apprehending one culprit attempting to inflict further injury.

[inaclearing]

That was really scary, though.

[like he'd be way more hecking traumatized by that if we weren't in Trauma: The Undersea Experience]

[howveryglib]

…I am glad I managed to stop him in time, truly. But I was not alone in that, either.

[inaclearing]

...I started thinking maybe I should carry a knife or something after that. But then I thought...they'd probably just take it from me, and then they'd have a knife.

["They" is unclear, as always. Whoever might attack him, he supposes.]

[howveryglib]

I think those devices that emit just enough electricity to stun someone are a better investment on that front, truth be told. Particularly given that I believe there are fewer ways to accidentally kill an assailant with one than a knife.

[inaclearing]

Yeah, I just never got one. I kept pulling the way more dangerous things instead. [..]. I...do have one now, though.

[It was Jonathan's and he picked it up next to his corpse but like........don't worry about it]