there's always a lighthouse. there's always a beach party.

[wheremst]

[ Welcome to... a very nice beach, actually! It's very pleasant here. Carmen has set up a couple bonfires, there's some barbecues with meat to cook... and a lot of beach to hang out on! ]

Welcome to California's Pigeon Point Light Station State Park! Between Santa Cruz and San Francisco, just south of Pescadero, this lighthouse gets it's name from the Carrier Pigeon, a ship that wrecked here in 1853! ... Sorry, old habit. Go party. We have the whole place to ourselves. Most everyone here's been through something like this, or knows someone who has. And... the vending machine's bringing in some friends of yours, too.

[ It's a warm late summer night - not too hot for bonfires, but not too chilly that you need to stick by them to survive.

You've made it to the end. There are fellow survivors to meet and commiserate with, friends to meet or catch up with, and... it's over. For those of you returning, it's been about a year since the end of Round 2, and Carmen's gotten the word out to as many people as she can between trying to help this round and tracking down Round 0. If you'd like to play a hostage from the first motive, just know that they will remember it, but it's up to the player in the main round if time has passed since then or not so... it may have been a day or two ago or it may have been months! And hell with it, if you want to play a Round 0 character you suggested back in r1, come talk to us. Why not?

EDIT: Asher has gone to the trouble of making a toplevel directory for anyone intimidated by the number of pages!

Enjoy the last log of Unknown Seas! You've earned it. Love meme will come later tonight in the ooc comm. ]

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[witchesgetstitches]

[ If you're feeling brave, feel free to approach the angry-looking woman dressed in all black stalking her way down the beach (and also tripping, because wearing floor length gowns to the beach will never be a solid idea). There is one (1) person she has to find and then she can leave, thank you, so she's looking to get the job done quickly. Spotting anyone who looks like they know what they're doing Nadja waves with all the fervor of a suburban mom returning something at the store. ]

Yes, human, you there. [ Said if you look even remotely human-shaped. ] Have you seen a man yea-high, probably wearing stupid clothes that don't match? He's probably whining about missing his weekly Family Circuses, a dozen of his dumb newspapers are piling up on the front hall table.

[ Or if you happen to be the unlucky man of the hour himself: ]

Hey, Professor Pig-Dick!

[ nandor must have missed that voice, right ]

I wake up at three in the afternoon to someone knocking on my coffin, telling me, "oh, someone's got to come get Nandor"--

[ etc etc. She's being very inconvenienced by all of this. Truly awful. ]

[fuckingguy]

[ She is spot-on in her description: Nandor is wearing an intricate coat with an attached cape that a Fire Emblem made him, and it actually looks fantastic... but it's over a Hawaiian shirt, and his hair looks as shitty as it did during his depressive slump! But when he turns around to the sound of familiar berating... he's smiling? Like, he's beaming so intensely that it doesn't appear he's heard anything she just said, although clearly he has, and he's just so joyous right now that any and all insults will bounce off of him. It's like how he'll say "thank you" to an obvious insult, but turned up to eleven! ]

Nadja! [ He's superspeeding on over, probably knocking over someone else's drink in the process. ] I have much to tell you... but firstly, you must meet some people who are very important. Also, your and Laszlo's album was in the ice cream shop, so you actually have some fans...!

[ and the only reason the switch flips the opposite way is that his brain goes through the motions of "nadja is here -> guillermo must also be here -> start giving guillermo all the stuff he's going to have to take back to the house -> wait a second", and he suddenly looks affronted ]

—the fuck has Guillermo got off to?!

[witchesgetstitches]

[ ?????????? what is going on here. Her anger is supposed to inspire fear in the hearts of idiot men, not happiness? ]

The fuck are you going on about?

[ she has fans??? nandor has friends??? ]

He's off looking for you. A couple of days after you went vamoose, he started freaking out. 'Oh, where's Nandor? I cannot protect him if I do not know where he is.' He's been out every day doing who-even-knows-what trying to locate your stupid ass.

[ a beat, and then: ]

Oh, and I suppose I should tell you that Colin Robinson is dead, a small and ugly creature crawled out of his chest cavity, and now Laszlo is trying to raise it.

[ hence why she was sent, she assumes. Guillermo running errands and Laszlo taking care of Not Colin. ]

[fuckingguy]

[ LISTEN... HE'S KIND OF GLAD TO HEAR IT BUT MOSTLY HE'S JUST GOING TO KEEP ON YELLING ]

Oh, don't make excuses for the guy. It is his fault I was kidnapped to this fucking death trap in the first place, so it is also his fault that he was not on retainer to pick me up! And now you have had to come in his place! Totally unacceptable behavior from our own bodyguard, who we share responsibility over, and also—




... fucking Colin Robinson?

[witchesgetstitches]

[ I mean, she wants to agree and throw Guillermo under the bus like she usually does, but also. She almost feels bad for him? You see a guy running on fumes for two months straight looking for someone who straight-up vacated the current dimension entirely, it changes your opinion a little bit. ]

Weeeeeeelll....

It would have been nice to not have to come all the way here on my own, yes, but the last I spoke with Gizmo, he went back to Atlantic City on a bus to see if you were having another existential crisis.

[ shrugging at him in a 'can't be helped' way ]

I know! And Laszlo knew about it the entire time! That is why he has been so buddy-buddy with Colin Robinson, apparently energy vampires do not live past a hundred years old. [ throwing up her hands in defeat. colin sure did come with the house. ] Poor boring bastard had his party and then died in his bed thinking about ginger ale.

[fuckingguy]

yeeeeee... That is what was going on? I thought they were both just being a couple of lonely losers, you know... the rest of us busy with council duties.

[ He kind of thought they might have been hooking up, when he bothered to think about them at all? What with Nadja having so many new responsibilities to deal with, and Nandor too depressing and/or lovesick to get into the pity fuck spirit, pickings were probably slim! ]

Are you really sure this was not another one of the many times he has faked his own death to make us say nice shit about him? Maybe this goblin thing that has crawled out of his body is the real Colin Robinson, and the dead corpse is another C-man?