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

[bathymetric]

[ Oh my god LIKE... a few weeks ago seems right! It's a mixture of one you didn't receive, Hypnosis, and some kind of general stabilizing plasmid? As well as, upon further inspection, an empty vial of blood. ]

[visiblepattern]

[...Oh, ew.

Is there a label on that blood or are we practicing some really unsafe medical practices around here?]

[bathymetric]

[ There is! It's labelled Eleanor.

That's all there is to find in here! ]

[visiblepattern]

[Oh, uh. Okay! Is there anything we need to do in City Hall proper, or are we just going through the silver-keyed rooms?]

[bathymetric]

[ Just the silver-key rooms!

... actually, wait, upon review of the clues, there's one more thing on the desk, my bad! ]

[visiblepattern]

[hhhhhhhhhis apologies for missing that! Okay, let's go back over to the desk and see what's over here.]

[bathymetric]

[ lmao the apologies are all mine!!!

It's an audio log. There's probably a radio by the couch that can play it. ]

[visiblepattern]

[Oh, good, our old friend.

Let's go see what's on it.]

[bathymetric]

[ It's the Mayor, with no distortion. ]

... They're all gone now. Well, Fontaine's still here rotting, but. Gunnar and Jack were the very last to go, just like I said they would be. And just like that, New Rapture is my city.

[ There's a pause and then a low, bitter chuckle. ]

I was an idiot, Wesker. Time turns us all into monsters, you were right. There's no cure for it. You can't get better. But in my defense, you're the one who made me forget that. And you forgot it first.

[ The sound of the Mayor standing up from the couch in this very room. ]

Goodbye, Alex. Here's to the death of thinking we might change. Shitty idea anyway.

[visiblepattern]

[...Well, whatever his thoughts are on that, the radio is coming in the damn box. Just the whole thing.

Are we solvent with regards to the clue list now, or...?]

[bathymetric]

[ Good to go! ]

[visiblepattern]

[thank you lyndon

i do not actually hate you]