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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[consfound]

Military historian, experienced strategist, squad leader, the like. [Krok no need to list out your CV in front of just some fucking guy.]

Really, last? Hm. [He sounds pleased.] Nice way to wrap up the list. You were imprisoned with him, I take it.

[fuckingguy]

Yesss. [ Oh, right, he needs to do the same shit! ] Oh — Nandor the Relentless, also most of the shit you just said, but that was many centuries ago. Recently, I have been doing less warring and pillaging and more... working on myself, I think is what it is called?

[ He shrugs, and makes a vague gesture with one hand. ]

I do not know if I would call us friends... but also, I am not certain he would call you friends, which you clearly are. We have had some good times.

[consfound]

...

It takes centuries to recover from a war? Not exactly the most encouraging news for us. [He's quiet for a moment. Krok might be projecting a bit on the former soldier seeking a new life in peacetime, but...] On a scale of "aimless drifter" to "successful entertainer", how well would you say you've done for yourself?

Misfire's not the type to categorize what you are. You're either one of us, or you're not. [Nandor looks like Misfire's brand of bullshit, Krok can see a friendship.]

[fuckingguy]

Yes, I get the deal. You often see a similar thing with vampires.

[ Which is all fun and games until someone has an existential crisis! ]

As for your scale... before this, I would have said not so good.

[consfound]

Before the kidnapping? [He crosses his arms.] If it were a friendly kidnapping, I'd see it, but I'd expect this kind of trauma to undo progress, not pull you away from your old mindset.

[fuckingguy]

Eeeeeh... the drama was mostly Jonathan.

[ Despite him having completely misheard what Krok just said, this technically does fit the reality of the trauma situation as well! There wasn't any time to feel fucked up about most of what he saw. Four out of the five trials he was alive for, everyone else just had to focus on staying on task while a Victorian guy spiraled out of control. ]

And if I am to be honest, some of the murders were grisly and elaborate, [ MISFIRE'S HEAD SHOWING UP AT A TRIAL, FOR EXAMPLE ] but, in general, nothing I hadn't seen done before. Especially when even ghosts and grim reapers and shit are getting killed... being close to death like that, it really nails in how precious life is.

[consfound]

[Whomst the fuck is Jonathan? How many more people must Krok seek out?]

It helps when you’re seen hundreds die before your eyes, but that doesn’t mean you’re getting better at handling it. You’re just moving on without anything showing up on the outside. [Throw enough murders at a Victorian guy, and eventually he’ll get numb, too.] But you - you said you’re a vampire, right? That’s something that can still be killed. Even we Cybertronians forget that just because we can walk off most injuries, we can still die horrifically.

…Can I ask you something? [Even if it ultimately will be a bad idea.] What happened to Misfire?