Week eight

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Two months. You've survived two months on this island.

It hasn't been easy, or even simple. This has been hard, and there are fewer of you now than ever. But you're still here. There's still something to be done.

Typhon hasn't been seen since his early abandonment of the trial, so you get to enjoy another lovely sunrise on the island, and the joy of reuniting with a friend. But perhaps "island" isn't the right word for it anymore. Those who have watched the ocean waves very slowly recede the past few weeks may have noticed just how far they've lowered. Down, down you can look now, down where the waters have settled and left the exposed land - and cities - to dry in the sun.

You're not on an island, you're on a mountain!

The temple, now near-pristine in its make, has one last floor to provide you. Looks like this is it; the center of it all.

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Sunday

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[sweetsynergy]

[Once Vanity finally crashes, it takes her a while to wake up the following morning, showered and clean but still in her combat uniform. She makes a quick patrol more or less all over the mountaintop to- let's be real, she's getting eyes on everyone at least once, if only from a distance, to make sure no one died overnight.]

[Despite this, it takes her the longest to finally visit the bar. The quiet emptiness is wrong, and she spends a few minutes just aimlessly standing, feeling the obvious absence.]

[And then she gets to business, thoroughly cleaning the place from top to bottom, making sure everything is neatly organized, double and triple checking Quark's written inventory for accuracy. Sorry Winions, she's sure you did your best, but this place deserves to be perfect.]

[The last thing she does is track down the mounted automaton head from wherever the Winions' sad cleaning left it, carefully polishes it, and sets it behind the bar in an out of the way spot under the counter. Quark should be the one to decide where it actually goes, obviously.]

[Later on in the day, it's finally time to test her other personal project. Getting it up the stairs from the forge to the outdoors is a little awkward, but less than it would be for someone without genetically enhanced strength.]

[But soon Vanity is once again circling the entire mountaintop, seated on the rumbling form of the Egg Chaser, modified to include a two-person seat and handlebar-mounted controls.]

[Behold, the Egg-rhinocycle.]

[Gamma the gopher and his Zubat friend perch slightly precariously on the front, clearly having the time of their lives. Or maybe being slightly terrified, one of the two.]

the mountaintop

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[These cliffs are a lot farther down than they used to be. Vanity will be able to see the lands beyond, smaller mountain ranges and dilapidated shapes of cities uncovered by the sea.

It's all very, very quiet.]

[sweetsynergy]

[You know, she was focused on checking in on everyone here. But as if receiving an unexpected notification about something she wasn't thinking to investigate, a question creeps in. How dumb would it be to try scaling down the mountain a bit, does anything look close enough for this to be feasible in under a day?]

[letsplayamod]

[To attempt to scale the mountain from top to bottom would be not only a long climb but a treacherous one. One look below her would show jagged cliffs further down, and offshoots around those. This isn't an easy place to scale going up.

There's also still the magic barrier keeping you safe within here.]

[sweetsynergy]

[Right, yes, Vanity would presumably remember the barrier on account of being able to see it even if a theoretical puppeteer might forget for a second.]

[Anything about the landscape below stand out besides how empty it is?]

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[It, much in the same way as the rest of the "island" you've come to know, looks as if it's been dead for quite some time. And is only just starting to return to some semblance of life.

Cities squat in damp ruin, keeping to that same greek-roman aesthetic as everything else.]

[sweetsynergy]

[Man she wishes she had some binoculars or something. Anything else of note?]

[letsplayamod]

[There's birds! Some sea birds fluttering round the edge of the barrier. Seems it's a bit annoying that they can't perch on the arena.]

Monday

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Tuesday

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[Typhon has still not returned. There is no motive today!]

Wednesday

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