Final Investigation

[bathymetric]

Good morning, New Rapture. You may yet see the sun today.

But before that, there's work to be done. The Mayor has sent you some sort of ultimatum, though as usual was reluctant to explain herself. You're going to meet her, to some end? It's unclear. But one way or another, you're aware that things are ending today. Spirits may be low, but at least there's that. After a night of bowling, you're probably ready for this.

As you wake in the morning, though, each suite will find something unexpected in the common area, something that absolutely wasn't there last night: an envelope, addressed to the surviving members. An attached note on the outside reads as follows:

Good morning, citizens of New Rapture. In accordance with new directives from Designations: Misfire, Space Dandy, et al. I have been asked to deliver this. Please use the included to lift your spirits, and feel free to use your new bathysphere access to gain what information you can before you face the Mayor. You know what the key does, I gather, and the card will grant you access to Fontaine Futuristics Headquarters, where the Mayor currently resides. If you do not gather information properly, you will be unable to do what she is about to ask of you. Your friends will be watching.

Included in each envelope is a silver key, a limited Hall of the Founders bathysphere access card, and a copy of this letter. Your friends are counting on you. Go rally in the Hall of the Founders and get ready.

It's time for one last investigation.

Comments

RALLY

[bathymetric]

[ A toplevel for general chatter at the Hall of the Founders, as well as IC dividing up into teams if desired. Please stick to the teams described in the endgame post, but if groups A, C, and D want to head over to Fontaine Futuristics in any combination they're welcome to. ]

[honeyedtea]

... Must they continue to bring up the poisoning?! It's not as though he actually died.

[ AND THAT MAKES IT BETTER, SOMEHOW??? ]

[capreelcious]

Just means you left a big impression, butterflyfishie~!

[sastruga]

I think... it still counts even if you did it badly.

[specialyellthing]

I mean, he did, but--

[inaclearing]

[Sticking his head out the door of Suite Five:]

Hey, I'd just like to know if I'm the only person having a really weird epistolary experience right now?

[capreelcious]

[ ...Oh, these are cute. A genuine smile makes it to Floyd's face as he pours over each letter.

Especially the one from the Undertaker. He doesn't know if they're all listening right now, but he just quietly says... ]

Jeeze guys, tryin' to make us all sappy before we kick her tail fin?

[inaclearing]

[WELL, HAVING NOW READ THROUGH THE ENTIRE LETTER, Brett is ready to come out of his suite! He's wearing the embroidered jacket Forrest made him; no clue if it'll be practical for whatever happens today or not, but it saves him having to carry it. He's also got a small bag, mostly just for the tapes he's recovered.]

Okay, so. We should probably...talk about whatever that was.

[like????]

But just right now, do you think we should...bring the animals with us...?

[Is it more dangerous for them to come, or is leaving them risking never getting the chance to return?]

[specialyellthing]

[while the reading of the letters started as a uproarious affair, it quickly turns into something... much more sentimental. Zinda's quiet for once, absorbing it all, then tenderly tucking the letter away into her bra (because yeah, she's like that--) to keep it close to her heart. Close to the ring hanging at her neck, which is also close to her heart.

Then-- just as quickly as the serious mood settled over her, it's gone. She bursts into action.]

SNACKS!

We need to find snacks---

[sastruga]

[When Mafuyu is joining everyone, new short haircut and all, she's still holding the letter. She's read and reread and rereread it, already.]

...It feels kind of warm.

[She can't really explain it. It's just a feeling.]

We should make the most of our time. But I don't think any of us should be alone right now.

[visiblepattern]

[Forrest arrives in Penelope's black dress, the side patched up with crimson embroidery that looks for all the world like blood was splashed on him, glistening dark against the fabric of the dress; that possibly isn't the most attention-demanding part of the outfit, however - he's altered the shoulders and the bodice to be able to handle a cape, and so a cape is what he's put on it. An embroidery project that few people have seen in progress, draped up against a chair in his room all this time; small designs cover it in shades of blue and red, songbirds and elegant teacups and fish, crystals and constellations and spirals and rings intertwined with one another.

And there are diamonds and raindrops - so, so many diamonds and raindrops.

There's something here for everyone, everyone is represented in some way, whether he liked the person in question much or not. Either way, the intention is clear and he fully intends to upstage the Mayor at her own ball, at least as far as fashion is concerned.]

So. Too much, or not enough?

GROUP INVESTIGATION

[bathymetric]

[ Assignments are as follows:

Group A (Mafuyu + Mielle) - The Mayor's Office, Fontaine Futuristics
Group B (Forrest + Rossiu) - Silver Key Founders' Offices, City Hall
Group C (Zinda + Gaius) - Records Room, Fontaine Futuristics
Group D (Floyd + Brett) - Old Lab, Fontaine Futuristics

For those heading to Fontaine Futuristics, you will arrive after a five minute bathysphere ride at a decent-sized factory-type building. The equipment on the main floor has all been cleared out: all that remains are a few rooms to divvy up and investigate. ]

THE MAYOR'S OFFICE, FONTAINE FUTURISTICS

[bathymetric]

[ Group A, you're up!

Up a flight of stairs, you emerge in the room that takes up most of the second floor of the Fontaine Futuristics factory: The Mayor's office. It's real fancy and cushy, with a lot of nice furniture and a big imposing desk at the center. You're also probably going to get exposed to the least dust of anyone in this investigation, so like thank god (or whatever you have in your hell world, Mielle) for that. ]

[sastruga]

[Mafuyu is taking the lead as teen lesbian duo steps into the office, turning briefly to Mielle.]

...It seems fine, but. Still. Watch your step.

[It doesn't hurt to be careful. Even now. Especially now, rather. So, walking further into the room, she decides to just go right towards that desk. Let's take a look see!]

AREA CLEAR

[bathymetric]

SILVER KEY FOUNDERS' OFFICES, CITY HALL

[bathymetric]

[ Group B, this is you!

Offices 1, 3, 11, and 18 will all open with any of the silver keys you were delivered with the letters, so there's room for the two of you to split them up. You've both used color keys before, so the area isn't unfamiliar to you. ]

[onemillion]

[So he might have had a bit of a moment at the letters earlier, but it's fine and he's good to go now. Anyway, Rossiu's going to start from the very first one - office #1! Let's see what awaits us in here.]

[visiblepattern]

[Forrest is starting from the other side of the spectrum of numbers here - let's see what awaits in Room #18. What he's wearing is completely impractical for this but that's literally never stopped him before.]

AREA CLEAR

[bathymetric]

RECORDS ROOM, FONTAINE FUTURISTICS

[bathymetric]

[ Group C, go get em!

The Records Room is pretty big - it's where Frank Fontaine and the Founders stored all the patents and blueprints and records, after all. There are a lot of files and boxes around - it seems to have been a general storage area, as well. And I'll give you your first clue here in the toplevel: this room is dusty as hell, for the most part. ]

[specialyellthing]

....'s what it was like when I went back to Blackhawk Island, for the first time.

[She pushes open the door as wide as she can, maybe even prop it open with a box. Too bad they can't exactly let the fresh air in.

Well. Might as well get down to business, start checking things out, to see if whoever was in charge of organizing was as bad at this as whoever was in charge of cleaning. ]

AREA CLEAR

[bathymetric]

OLD LAB, FONTAINE FUTURISTICS

[bathymetric]

[ Group D, time to shine!

A multipurpose science lab sort of area - there's equipment in here for chemistry, biology, robotics, the works! It still smells sterile, somehow, even though the equipment clearly hasn't been used in a long time. Might as well take a look, though! Who knows what they were cooking up in here? ]

[inaclearing]

[Brett actually seems to be in a very good mood, compared to his past few weeks of...everything. It feels unreal. The idea that they actually can do something, that it isn't too late for all of the others...it's too good to be true. But if it's another trick, well, he's fallen for every single one of those since he got here. Maybe he should just try not to be completely despairing for a minute. It can't possibly make things too much worse!

Getting into the lab, he immediately stops. Oh, no. Science.]

Oh, no, can we switch rooms?

[He looks back over his shoulder. No, everyone else has gone, they cannot switch rooms!]

AREA CLEAR

[bathymetric]