week 7 meeting

[murchada]

[welcome back to Quark’s! the doors are open. the sign is still on the wall next to the door, with a glaring new addition. a few of the tables and couches have been pushed together and bento boxes made for everyone (Riful’s is mystery meat. don’t worry about it.)

Quark and Cerejeira are both here, of course. as with the last meeting, there's paper and pens for notes. gotta get our records (ha) straight, right? although Cerejeira is dressed a little different today.

once everyone is gathered and sat down, she claps her hands... then looks a bit embarrassed about it.]

Okay, uh... [she clears her throat.] Let's get started.

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★ trial/mystery voice ☆ motive ★ the lift/new info ☆ chatter ★

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trial/mystery voice

[murchada]

[really, she'd much prefer not talking about this. the trial is an awful, rotten memory that she'd much rather toss aside right now. but... she'll do her best to compartmentalize. never mind the dark clouds appearing right as she's opening her mouth, it's fine.]

So, we should talk about what happened. During... the trial. [she sets the fake chaos emerald down on the table in front of her.] Keeping our personal feelings to ourselves for a moment, we did see results. Not the result Omega was hoping for, but a result nonetheless...

And then... there's that voice. [you know, our green text buddy.] Whoever they may be.

[yourheroine]

Aoi thinks...it might be progress. If we did something that got the other voice to show themself, it must have weakened him.

[Aoi does not know that it's the same green text that blocked her phone technically, but in spirit? BRING IT ON.]

[murchada]

He's getting a lot more... antsy, lately. Even outside of getting attacked.

[stringup]

[ Dont' mind her picking up the fake chaos emerald to examine it. ]

...It's damaged, but it's still got power. Sustained use is almost certainly too risky, but it can probably still be used in bursts as long as it's controlled.

[sweetsynergy]

Omega left me some shit. ...And the plans for that weapon.

[Ha ha. We stay silly.]

We probably can't recreate it without him here, but maybe something similar. Or- hm.

[She looks down at the little fake emerald.]

Maybe some kind of bomb. One big sudden burst instead of a sustained attack.

cw: hallucinations

[markofnobility]

[ after the talk of bombs and badniks has slowed:]

... if I had asked you to work on the emerald, maybe...

[ oh, Ferdinand is just looking at it over her shoulder, peering as he tendeds to do, brow furrowed and bottm lip between his teeth]

[pariunt]

I have been thinking that Typhon was behind this gruesome situation, but now I believe he was just the face of it.

That mystery voice of ours is the one pulling the strings.

[murchada]

The way he reacted is interesting. The moment they spoke, he shut up.

Notable. Considering his bluster.

[sweetsynergy]

The one who freed Typhon, I'd bet.

[Even she can tell how much Tall Dark And Smokey loves being in Green Text's debt.]

[raisethemoon]

I...entered one of Typhon's nightmares, a few weeks ago. I do not believe I drew his attention - I was only trying to observe. I saw his most recent defeat and re-imprisonment, and I also heard that voice come to him in his confinement. It would seem that they are the reason he was freed - likely for their own ends.

I could not see...her? But from what it sounded like, she was a god, and now considers herself something greater.

motive

[latinumsbetter]

Well, whomever they are, they’re not hidin’ any more. And Ugly didn’t seem to be that big of a fan.

As for the other thing, how about we just agree to ignore what we see unless you see someone walkin’ towards a cliff or something, then stop ‘em.

Re: motive

[sweetsynergy]

...you mean if we see one of US walking towards a cliff and not- "seeing" someone walking towards a cliff, right.

[She does the airquotes.]

Assuming we can tell the difference.

[latinumsbetter]

Point. [he huffs]

Take a stick and poke them with it first? If it goes through, then you don't gotta worry about it.

[murchada]

That might be easier said than done.

the lift/new info

[latinumsbetter]

Alright, so last week, the lift got checked out. [he’s not saying by who, don’t worry about it.] The way it’s controlled is pretty complex for the other things around here. It's not like the lifts on the space station, but apparently they're impressive for a place like this. [he didn't think they were much, but someone else was more impressed than he was.] At the bottom, there were some mechanisms that controled the lift. It looks like it works from the bottom up. So I dunno if we can get further into the center of this place that way, but it's worth a shot. Maybe tomorrow night?

Anyone got any ideas of how to get down there, other than makin' a rope out of fabric or something?

Oh, and besides that, who’s found anything new in this place?

chatter

[murchada]

[chat away about literally whatever else here!]

[stringup]

Ah, there's something Ferdinand [ (ignore the hallucination) ] told me about before...everything happened. He looked at all the walls in the hallway on the lowest floor.

They tell the story of a god who sought to overthrow his entire family, and so he enlisted the help of a mortal warrior. It seems the intent was to turn the warrior into a weapon of mass destruction. He later betrayed the warrior, who in turn hunted him down, killed him, and took his place as a god himself.

I'm not sure how useful it may be, but if it's true...well, it's one way a mortal can become a god.

[sweetsynergy]

...so are we just taking a different path or is Athena REALLY not telling us shit about how we got here?

[pariunt]

What?

[It's very, very different from how a mortal can become a god in Faerûn.]

It's possible it's just a story, but I doubt it.

from right outside the entrance. right. outside

[pariunt]

[There are rules to being a vampire. Rules Astarion has long gotten used to, of course, but there are still rules. The brief period where he had the damn mindflayer worm in his head put a stop to them for reasons he's still not sure about, but unfortunately, that did not last.

So he stands as close to the threshold as he physically can.]

Hello? Hello? Hello in there!

[Of course they can hear him, he's just being irritating intentionally.]

I would like to be invited to this very important meeting, but a certain someone revoked my previous invitation.

[murchada]

[.......]

...Quark, can we put some music on or something?

[latinumsbetter]

Sure, no problem. [he pushes to his feet, moving to flip on the music on the Dabo table and turn it up]

That should drown out any caterwauling.

[stringup]

[ ...Huh. This feels like a very Fair Folk thing, from what she can glean of this.

Velvet just goes over and opens the door. ]

You can come in, Astarion.

[yourheroine]

...Quark? If Astarion's banned from the bar and we're having a meeting...maybe Aoi can just not let him have any drinks.

[She's trying to be nice. She feels bad.]

[literarybehemoth]

...

I can take notes if you would like.

[he's kind of surprised Astarion is sticking to the ban but who is he to question it?]