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.

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[bathymetric]

FOUNDER: Handsome Jack
SUCCESSFUL GAMES: 0
SUMMARY: Remembered New Rapture at some point, but it didn’t help. He might have figured it out, but he got himself killed and possessed by some ancient pirate ghost. The multiverse really is an amazing place, isn’t it? Amazing the kind of company a slightly doctored voodoo book can attract. His captives beat LeChuck at the ritual anyway.

PARTICIPANTS: [Yet another list with detailed notes from the Mayor.]

FINDINGS: More constants and variables.

Davy Jones was too involved of an assistant. You need someone who isn’t here against their will - or better leverage against them if they try to move against you.

I wonder if Jack knows that Angel being in Gunnar’s game is his fault. He picked up her information from his boat.

They let Jack live. I mean they trapped him in a nightmare realm from which he’ll never escape, but still. Mercy. Strange.

As always, it’s better not to involve magic in this sort of thing. Magic is unpredictable and relying on it only leads to pride and, following that, defeat. I’ve never met a magician I couldn’t outsmart.

I don’t usually enjoy watching these, it’s just something I have to do. But watching that pirate ghost get insulted nearly to death… that I did enjoy.

I need to check my data… did another version of Jack try to poach this one for something? That can’t have actually happened, right? I mean, the whole New Columbia thing happened, but… hm.

[honeyedtea]

[ ... Something about this Handsome Jack guy just fills her with a deep and instinctive dislike, though she's not entirely sure why. Probably nothing.

Let's check out Other next, then. ]

[bathymetric]

[ That's just the natural reaction to Handsome Jack, it's normal.

The OTHER folder features a few smaller files. ]

FOUNDER: Count Olaf (and Kronya)
SUCCESSFUL GAMES: 0
PARTICIPANTS: [several random names]
SUMMARY: Can I really call this anything if they just got a bunch of orphans together and tried to con them out of their money? Remembered nothing.

FOUNDER: Lusamine
SUCCESSFUL GAMES: 0
PARTICIPANTS: Some child
SUMMARY: Got very interested in other dimensions, but that may have been a pre-existing interest.

FOUNDER: Valerie Oberlin
SUCCESSFUL GAMES: 0 (or five?)
PARTICIPANTS: Several
SUMMARY: Started a successful and slightly confusing reality show simulating the murdergame exercise. No Lutece Machine created, no deaths.

[honeyedtea]

... What sort of lunatic would want to watch this nonsense as entertainment?

[ who indeed.

Time for the last file! ]

[bathymetric]

[ It's a handwritten page. ]

They just let it happen. They processed her and sent her back and let her become that thing and die. The showmanship of the thing with the bracelets might have been echoes of this, but

It's over now. We are all alone, and the only thing people can truly offer each other is information.

[honeyedtea]

[ ... Oh, she really wasn't expecting that somehow. She flips the page back and forth to see if there's anything else, but... that's really it, huh?

Anything else for her to investigate? ]

[bathymetric]

[ The last thing in here is that door in the back of the room! ]

[honeyedtea]

[ JUST GONNA PRETEND YOU DIDN'T GIVE ME A PSYCHIC NOSEBLEED HUH???? Sure, she'll check out the door. ]

[bathymetric]

[ :3c

Anyway, it leads to a pretty wide adjoining space. As you walk in, the lights turn on - it's a garage full of cars! This means nothing to you, Mielle, but they are all sleek weird European supercars. ]

[honeyedtea]

... are these... carts...?

[ Sh... she almost got it...

She cautiously makes her way in, peering around to see if there's anything she pick out from the unfamiliar space. ]

[bathymetric]

[ She's understandably confused, but she got the spirit of the clue!

The only other major thing of note in here is a big bag of Pokemon food, about half-empty. ]