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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SUNDAY

[bathymetric]

MONDAY

[bathymetric]

TUESDAY

[bathymetric]

?????

[bathymetric]

[ It’s the Mayor’s voice that calls out this week, instead of the gentle female voice she has on hand. ]

All right. Meeting room, thirty minutes.

[ Once you’ve all filed into the now-familiar empty room, the screens flick on. The Mayor sounds… slightly exasperated, but just slightly. She’s holding it together pretty well. ]

So. My execution room is broken. My assistant disobeyed me and broke one of you out. You already have all of your areas. I have rats in the walls. There’s a pattern here, and I’m going to stay a step ahead of the writing on the wall. I’m going to go ahead and cut off this chaos at the pass before something worse happens. Pack your bags, everyone. We’re ending this tomorrow. You’re all going to come down to the trial room at noon and we’re gonna have it out. Like a big old final exam.

[ As she speaks, her usual confidence comes back to her, and you get the strong sense there’s something she’s not telling you. ]

As the late Franz Kafka said: "There is an infinite amount of hope in the universe… but not for us."

[ And with that, you’re alone. 24 hours remain. ]

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]

[bathymetric]

[ The keyholes are colored, in fact! So alright, popping to #24:

This is the chillest fuckin place you have seen here. There are bean bag chairs, there is a big comfy couch covered in blankets, there is a bunch of sick-ass punk rock art on the walls. There's just a skateboard in the corner? There's a mini-fridge full of candy and soda. As far as points of interest that aren't Relaxation Central go, though, there's a desk with a bulletin board above it, as well as a closet. Also, there's a portrait of the room's former occupant, but even it is at like a cool chill slant on the wall. ]

[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?]

investigation

[howveryglib]

[Alright. Even if he's definitely in his feelings, Gaius is... going to try and get back to his routine. At least the gym. He kind of slacked off last week... there's just... a lot going on... at least he doesn't seem particularly off his game.

well. anyway. Today is a good day to investigate! Brett gave him the yellow key, so he's going to head over to city hall and start poking through Room #4! Why not go in numerical order. Let's see what cursed shit he finds while investigating.

Once he has done his duties for the day, he is going to go to the library and... steal some fucking books. Sure. Why not. It feels like they're getting somewhere, so he'll go ahead and see if he can find anything his kids might like...]

[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?]

investigation

[bathymetric]

[ This is... a surprisingly normal looking office. There's a desk with a little nameplate that reads Reeve Tuesti, a modest couch, some blueprints, and a closet, along with the portrait of its occupant! ]