"We were all
buried at sea;
we just didn't
know it yet."
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@voicesofrapture
"We were all
buried at sea;
we just didn't
know it yet."
~
Indi - Semi-selective - Multiship
Canon Divergent
Bioshock multimuse roleplay blog
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...My next tattoo is going to be a pin-up of a Baby Jane splicer istg..
I need Bio tats... ]
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Eddie had found himself spending more and more evenings by the lake, he had been crashing at Rick's place after visiting him in prison to let him know what the hell had happened and to ask if he could stay at his place, too anxious to spend more than an hour in the trailer if he could help it. Of course Rick didn't believe him about the paranormal elements, but he believed that something had happened and Eddie was on the verge of a full blown mental break down, so if giving him a home would help then he would do that, plus he could see the injuries on his younger friend's face, neck and arms.
It was certainly helping the metalhead be more calm and focus on healing. He was sat by the boathouse with his acoustic guitar, strumming away as he enjoyed the cool evening air and the gentle sounds of the lake. That was of course until there was a sudden sound that destroyed the peaceful calm around him as there was a splash as the water surface was broken from underneath. Eddie found himself freezing, the last string plucked ringing out into the night as he attempted to rationalise it, someone had jumped in, that was what happened, right? They'd somehow jumped into the centre of the lake...above where the gate to the upside down had been...right? He hoped the monster, which was what his trauma was telling him it must be as he couldn't clearly make the man out, didn't hear the guitar or see the little fire he had going beside him.
As his head breached the surface of the water, Mason took a breath then wiped the wet hair from his face. "Good god.." Taking in his surroundings, the assistant saw a dock and began to swim torwards it. If he squinted, he could see someone by the fire. That fact made him swim to the dock faster. Once he reached the wooden structure, he climbed up it and plopped himself down on the dock; catching his breath. He was sopping wet and needed clothes. Mason took a moment, looking at his watch that was most likely messed up due to water. Getting off of the dock, Mason saw the other out of the corner of his eye. Putting on his friendliest demeanor, he spoke. "Excuse me, sir. Might you have the time and date of today?..I seem to have misplaced my..well...everything. I don't even know where I am.."
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I'm thinking of making a verse where my muses have wings but with every bad thing that they do, one of their feathers lose coloration and turn monochrome.
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Bill McDonough and Andrew Ryan should have just kissed and made a polycule with Elaine.
Bill has two hands: one for Elaine and one for Ryan. ]
Interesting fact:
Mason's last name is inspired by Nick Carraway from The Great Gatsby
And the fact they're also pining over a rich man
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voicesofrapture:
“I mean, I’m nice to you, but that’s about as much as I can take, y'know?”
“Thank you, sir..”
Those words plus the charming smile of his boss made his cheeks glow a faint pink and the blonde haired assistant smile before taking a sip of the light brown liquid out of his glass. He wasn’t much of a whiskey drinker but this wasn’t that bad. Swallowing the liquid caused a warm heat to start in his throat.
“You know what I don’t get, though? Why you have to be nice to the ones that look like they want to rip your head off. They don’t deserve kind..” His gaze shifted to the window, what should be sun, sky, and some trees of the surface is now the blueish green of the sea, different species of fish, and occasionally a large ocean mammal. All this time down here and he’s still not used to that yet.
“I remember one specific woman that came to my job on the surface. God, she was a nightmare…but, I digress. There’s no more meetings with anyone else for the rest of the night until 5pm tomorrow night. Would you want to visit Arcadia or catch a show down at the Fort, sir? If it was up to me..I would head down to Arcadia and the Farmer’s Market. Been to the market but..haven’t been to Arcadia. Heard the tea gardens are lovely…” He paused. “Trees..down here, who would have thunk it. I guess down here in Rapture..anything is possible.”
He shrugged before taking another sip of the brown liquid in his glass to shut himself up before he annoyed his boss by talking too much. That was always a constant worry with the young assistant.
Frank raised an eyebrow, a small laugh escaping as he shook his head. “Mason, darlin’, that’s business.” He leaned forward, propping himself up with his elbows on the desk, interlocking his fingers as he continued, “You gotta be real nice to the clients. How they’re feelin’ about you personally ain’t really relevant, ‘s long as the money is comin’ in. These guys might hate my guts, but they ain’t stupid enough to ignore my advice. They need me, even if they ain’t wantin’ to admit that. I’m a hell of a contact to have when it comes to industry down here.”
“Besides,” He leaned back in his chair once again. “I gots myself a reputation to keep up.” With a shrug, he concluded the explanation. The con man traced the rim of his glass with his fingers as his assistant spoke. The sound of his voice was soothing. Francesco treasured every word that came flowing beautifully from him.
Abruptly, his fingers stopped in their tracks at the mention of Arcadia. It seemed strange that the man had never been to such an attraction yet. Still, his facial expression didn’t change. “The tea gardens, huh? How romantic…” He mused.
The criminal looked over at Mason once again with a soft smile. “I’d be more than happy to take you to Arcadia.” He responded, the boldness of his accent dulling slightly with the calmness of his words. “Are you gonna be alright with walkin’ around? It ain’t exactly a quick walk around the woods.” Arcadia was quite a large place in itself, not to mention the winding and uneven walkways that were paved throughout. It could be a struggle even for him the few times he’d visited the sunken paradise.
“I mean, there’s plenty of benches around, mind you, so I ain’t really imaginin’ it bein’ too much of an issue, if it’s what you’re wantin’.” Frank clarified, not wanting to potentially put Mason off of the adventure. “You can always link arms with me if you need.”
His eyes darted up when Fontaine said he'd be more than happy to take him to the sunken park. The words caused him to have internal panic. 'Arcadia. One of the most powerful men in Rapture invited him to go to the most romantic places in this sunken city..?' He had to be dreaming. 'Was it a date? Could it even be called a date?'
"That could work.." The sides of his lips curling up at the mention of linking arms with his boss. "Oh! Before I forget, someone mentioned that there was a new flavor of tea that's now being served at the gardens. Lavender Vanilla. I would love to try it..perhaps we..could try it together? Not like a date unless ya' want it to be like one.." As he spoke, his fingers fidgeted with the cup of whiskey in his hand; giving the glass a couple taps. "Or..as a thank you for taking me to Arcadia.."
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[[Not me wanting to dress vintage and have vintage stuff bc of Bioshock and Fallout. 👀👀👀👀👀
Nope definitely not me...]]
Looking up vintage recipes and..
....that Jello Spaghetti-Os ring is calling my name. It's just cold Spaghetti-Os..]]
[[Not me wanting to dress vintage and have vintage stuff bc of Bioshock and Fallout. 👀👀👀👀👀
Nope definitely not me...]]
...I need to remember to add three more muses to this blog.
1. Riordan McCarthy, The Caged Bird
2. Dr. Jamieson Lewis Laurier, The Plasmid Scientist
3. Janson Harris Thompson, The Tattoo Artist.
Can you sometimes just PLEASE
Take my face in your hands .. look me in the eyes ..
… and just remind me of who I am .. what I mean .. what I do ..
WHY am I IMPORTANT ???
Sometimes I forget
(for whichever muse you would like!) The celebrations around Rapture for New Year's Eve are always loud and boisterous. It's a time of year she enjoys deeply, even if it's usually on the outside looking in, regardless of what table she sits at surrounded by couples dancing and reveling.
"Well - how about you? Do you have someone to kiss yet?" She teases with a slight grin that hints at self deprecation, "Or are we both wallflowers tonight?"
He was told to 'serve drinks to those rich fuckers' at the Kashmere. The Kashmere: one of the top places that was going to be hit tonight at twelve o'clock midnight. All he had to do was wait and when the time comes, strike with the rebellion's forces.
"Nah..not really. I would kindly accept if ya' offerin though, lass..'" He playfully flirted back. He took a glance at the clock on the wall. 11:50. Ten more minutes until the riots start. He handed her a shoot of champagne. "Ya want ta' ring in tha new year ta'gether? I think my boss is bein' lenient with tha servers ta'night.." He shifts his gaze to the mentioned individual, who was flirting with two glitter-dressed obviously buzzed ladies.
"So..what d'ya say?.."