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Week Two
Okay, maybe it hasn't been so easy. You've been enjoying a relatively pleasant time here with your fellow gods and Athena, only for a disgruntled Titan to seemingly pull the rug out from under that.
Despite the immediate threat from a hidden foe, you've managed to stave off their first attack. However, even if the grass may seem greener this week, or the sky a bit clearer, Athena can barely hide her troubled feelings. If this experiment is to be a success, what has to happen to make it that way?
You're all alive, though. That's worth celebrating, isn't it?
Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday
Profiles | Locations | Regains | IC Rules | Weekly AC
Quark's Bar
Despite the immediate threat from a hidden foe, you've managed to stave off their first attack. However, even if the grass may seem greener this week, or the sky a bit clearer, Athena can barely hide her troubled feelings. If this experiment is to be a success, what has to happen to make it that way?
You're all alive, though. That's worth celebrating, isn't it?
Profiles | Locations | Regains | IC Rules | Weekly AC
Quark's Bar
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So... well, time to actually get used to his new body. Between getting into a spat with Quark and just being kind of tired from the experience, he'd elected to go to bed instead of hitting the bar... so he's actually up pretty early. Comparatively. You know, for a cat.
He has avoided the training grounds so far, but now he's going to give the obstacle course a shot. It's time... to TRANSFORM... and start RUNNING IT....
...you may see a big buff furry giving it a shot. Or, if you come not especially long after he starts his attempts, you may find the usual housecat-sized Manulov napping on top of one of the climbing walls. Maybe his god power makes him just a little eepy...
After his little catnap, he decides to finally hit the cornucopia, and... hm. He is having fun with his haul. ...He's kind of amused by it, actually, and decides to don the top hat and the pink mustache, at least as he hangs out around the cornucopia to see if anyone wants to trade. That seems like a decent basis for an economy, right? Plus there's some stuff he doesn't know what to do with, like this... thing with the buttons?]
...goodness, is this a phone? How strange.
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[She's watching Manulov moving around. What a buff cat he is now. Interesting]
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The first order of business today is to pay a visit to the cornucopia to trade in those tokens for... stuff. Zvei's interest is immediately on the notebook and he flips through the pages looking delighted; apparently whatever they say is very interesting, even moreso than the live chicken now running around? Uh. Okay.
A bit later, you can find him carrying said chicken into scroll storage. Why. Okay, well the chicken is thankfully fairly well-behaved, just idly wandering around when Zvei sets her down and starts going through said scrolls. After a little bit of writing in that notebook he received, Zvei will look up and over at said chicken...]
You're going to need a name, aren't you? I wonder... What would be a good name for a chicken?
[Totally normal things are happening in here today.]
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I did not do this at home. But then, I was working nights.
[When that's over with, she finally goes to the cornucopia. Thus far, she has really only spent any tokens on Quark's services, but the arrival of an entire tame wyvern has proven to her that the cornucopia is worth checking out as well.
At first, it goes relatively well. While admiring the moon-themed tiara she's received, Luna isn't quite paying attention as she tosses another coin. And then there is a swarm of Zubat.]
Oh! [She fumbles the tiara, but manages to catch it before it falls. Though alarmed, she also looks obviously pleased.] Ah, greetings, little ones! Whatever art thou doing here? And at this hour, no less!
[After all of that is resolved, Luna takes herself outside to the cliffs. She's gotten her small menagerie to come along with her; the Zubat are nestled variously in her mane, the Bidoof is at her side, and the poor gopher is being carried along by the Bidoof. That's just a regular animal. It does not know what is happening. Anyway, she's also brought along the rest of her little haul, in case anybody wants to see it.]
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With a simple motion, she raises her arm and the bird takes flight. Launching off of her as if it was from her. It sails off, and all Athena can do is watch. And wait.]
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So he like. Places his offerings and backs up. Like, really backs up. And a collection of various things comes out! No peels. No...frightened flying beasts with knives for feet. Good so far.
He advances back on the cornucopia and that's where he finds a few things that are...suspect. For one, that stake? Oh, that could kill someone. For another, the briar that's just STRANGELY GOT BLOOD ON IT? Boy is grimacing examining it.
At which point something nudges against his foot and he startles, stumbling back, looking down and finding...a hot-pink eyeball robot? ]
Ahh- fuck, what?!
[ He stumbles back a little and the little thing inches back. It somehow looks timid. Somehow looks sad.
And Alex's bleeding heart just about breaks. ]
No, no, I... Shit, you just surprised me. You...what...are you?
[ He kneels down to examine it. This is now his child.
You can find Alex a little later sorting through these things in the eatery if you would prefer! He's figured out some of these things aren't just useless junk, but his fellow gods' junk, so why not try and figure out what he should be returning?
And, you know. Maybe get a little...distracted...with that GameChild Plus. Not how you may think. He isn't playing it, just kind of...turning it over, a little in wonder. ]
It's smaller...but it looks nicer... Is that why the Plus?
[ Lastly, when it is reaching towards evening, he can be found hovering by the garden shed. He's got two giant erasers tucked under his arm, and the Eye-Pod nestled in the other. He seems to be having a stare-down with that shed, glaring at it stubbornly but not, like...moving. ]
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Either way, by 4:30, he's waking up Ferdinand and Ranma for patroling the realm, whether they like it or not. Vigilance is absolutely necessary! They will also notice that Omega is now wearing the lion pelt he received around himself, and has a lazy gopher sitting atop his frame, asleep. ]
HIS NAME IS GAMMA. I HAVE NAMED HIM THAT BECAUSE HE IS INFERIOR TO ME.
[ No explanation for the lion pelt, apparently.
Omega's vigilance continues throughout the rest of the day. When he's not patrolling, he's making a show of training, both in terms of honing his physical prowess and in improving his aim. Now that he knows Athena can restock his ammunition, he's not so concerned about saving it, so he's making use of targets on the Training Grounds.
Other times, he can be found outside the Living Quarters trying to solve a rubik's cube. In the evening, he's outside Quark's Bar, standing guard. Never going inside.
Odd that, isn't it?
The gopher is always with him, in any case.]
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it he, the ranma!
Re: it he, the ranma!
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Notably, she's doing her best to stay right at the edge, because she took one good look at the forest and knew venturing any deeper was just going to be a bad idea. ]
I guess these will do...
[ Later, she's gone to offer up token to the cornucopia, and what she gets is... On the one hand, you can practically see the gears turning in her head as she examines the duck-tape. On the other hand, she's just staring at this MY SON before putting it to one side, and then stares harder (disgust) at the smuppet before she puts it aside too.]
Ugh, I'll just make something cuter with its stuffing later.
[ She perks up a little at the bag of tea leaves. ]
Huh, don't recognise any of these...
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Do you see anything you recognize? Want? Do help yourself.
[Despite the very, very obvious object he wants people to notice he’s quick to pick up the banana peel with a little giggle.]
I’m not sure why the gods would give me this.
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Tuesday
Motive - Ventured too far
Then, it happens around midday; a clash of thunder takes the sky, right before it’s swallowed in a disturbing red hue. As you all rush outside to witness it, Athena is already there. She stands by the pavilion with her weapon drawn, and eyes skyward.]
So, you continue unabated.
Typhon! How did you escape from Tartarus?
Ha! That is…. Old news, Athena. And you, so young; scarred by your family’s actions against you. You - the wisest - should see the folly of continuing to support them. They bring nothing but destruction upon mortals. And if you look around-
Enough! Your tricks and attacks won’t work on me. What do you want with my wards?
...More than you could provide.
[A red haze grows above the pavilion. Athena readies her shield just in time - as a bolt of lightning courses down from a void in the air, ripping into the center stone of the plateau.
As it fades, Athena is the first to approach. Careful, tactically, she regards the column that held her rules…
She grimaces.]
You would force them into such barbarism?!
Why not? If you gods can treat mortals as your playthings, why can’t a Titan, huh? Gahahhaha! All of you!
[The voice, despite holding no face, feels as though it’s directed to you specifically.]
From now on, you are mine. And we will be playing a game… One of life and death, where you shall decide who lives… and who dies... Do care to read up on the new rules. [Thunder rumbles.] I will leave you with an ‘offering’ the gods love so much: some of you must die before the week’s end. If not, then someone who you deeply care for might have to meet their own end. If you can get away with it, you will go free.
I look forwards to seeing you try!
[Just as it started, the red fades. You are left to hang on Typhon’s threats, and look over the new rules he’s carved into the stone over Athena’s. What’s more, at the base of the stone are several slips - one for each of you - containing a picture of someone important to you from home.]
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looks like rain. but not just yet.
she takes a quick sweep by the cornucopia, but only on her way to the training area. not for the sparring. she's checking out the first aid setup here. double checking. taking some notes of the supplies available.
...oh, and the little skeletal bird she just got? she's just kinda letting it chill on her shoulder. gotta keep it safe? she's not sure how much that matters when it's, uh, dead? but better safe than sorry.]
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What's a guy to do in this in this time of crisis? Turn to gambling his coins (and feelings) away! Second time's the charm! Zvei confirmed that there's actual worthwhile knickknacks and rewards to earn from the cornucopia. Ranma's less stingy with his coins this round, and he's prepared in case he gets more water dumped on him (aka the blanket from his bed). He waits, and waits, and waits--]
WOAH--!!!!
[So the good news is the blanket wasn't needed since the horn didn't yeet water at him. The less-good news? He's dogpiled by a heap of plushies from above, with only his braided pigtail and a leg poking out from the mountain of dollies.
halp plz
After being freed from Mt. Everfelt 's avalanche, Ranma puts his blanket to good use, dragging his earnings to the eatery. He's current busy sorting through them, organizing them into three piles on the dinner table labeled with sticky notes: Keep (the vuvuzela, the dynamite, etc.), Maybe (the neatly-folded clothes, the gem) and Go (the knife, the plushies which currently sit in the various chairs since there's too many to reasonably put on the table, etc.). If you wanted that Pringles can, that's one of Ranma's keeps, munching on some chips while he's deciding. Food helps him think!
Winning stuff from the horn wasn't that much of a balm to his soul's woes. So he's doing the next thing that's 100% guarantee to calm the turmoil inside: training. Ain't nothing more therapeutic than that! Wearing the black muscle shirt he wears underneath his regular shirt, Ranma'll spend the rest of the day at the training grounds.
Anyone walking in will find the teenager running the obstacle course back and forth with great ease, burning off some steam by decking/kicking the training dummies, and attempting to work on his godly powers more. Cause he knows he could've thrown out a bigger Hiryū Shōten Ha than the one he did when the Typhon nation attacked. He's done it before without being an airbender. With the sword of damcoles looming over Akane's and others' heads this week, he needs to get a hang of them pronto.
No pressure. After all, it's what he does best.]
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[She's mostly at the training grounds, scowling and beating the everloving stuffing, scientifically speaking, out of one of the training dummies.]
Fucking canning Athena, I'll be better-
[Later on when the rage has abated, she can be found scouring over the cornucopia, checking for- well, she's checking for some kind of mechanism or something she can understand about it, something to grab onto that's not just "magic", but she'll take anything significant.]
[Once that's been exhausted one way or another, she's got another pile of goodies, sorting through it and sourly munching on the plate of lebkuchen.]
[Finally, she can be found hunched at a table in the eatery, stirring a cup of coffee with the hard candy stick from a pack of Smile Dip and glaring down at a small red device.]
Even though Zubat has no eyes, it can sense obstacles using ultrasonic waves it emits from its mouth!
Fucking FASCINATING, now tell me how to GET RID OF IT.
[A hopeful looking bat flutters through the air nearby, circling Vanity's space.]
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Once more, like the past several mornings, Quark goes out with a large toga as a surface and sets up shop near the bonfire. He sits in a chair that he's dragged out of the Eatery, arms folded, lost in thought.
After doing plenty of thought and having been outside for a couple of hours, Quark goes back inside with whatever remains, storing them away, before going to look for Vanity, and then Lebkuchen.
Finally, once he's done that, he's getting started on an idea that he had during that whole thinking bit. He can be found a couple hours later starting to hang up signs with Krazy Gloo wherever he can find space.:]
Get Together at Quark's
Live Musial Guest: Ai Hoshino
Tomorrow Night at Dusk
Hand-Mixed Drinks
Homemade Pastries
Light Bites
Exciting Games from Space
Come and take a breather with your fellow Gods-in-Training!
[And listen, if one is spiteful enough, one might consider that stone slab with the Rules on it as open space! Apparently, Quark is more than spiteful enough, because he is going to try covering that whole thing up with posters until Typhon's new rules are completely illegible, a scowl on his face as he attempts to do so.]
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Boop boop boop boop boop boop...
[Eventually, Aoi needs a break and goes to the eatery, drinking the sports drink she got from the cornucopia a few days ago.]
This is...okay. Aoi can't taste any friendship in it.
[When the sun sets, Aoi is by the bonfire, staring at it intently.]
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Is this really gonna make thinking easier?
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What does change is the afternoon. Where he might usually spend time exploring or chatting or read in the scroll room... after yesterday he goes to the training ground and doesn't leave until nightfall. He tries to start out slow. Warming up. Practicing mindfulness when it comes to his body. But within a few hours he's stripped to the waist and going a bit feral on the dummies with the training weapons and even his own fists. Drenched in sweat and teeth bared. If nothing else his stamina is impressive but that certainly doesn't look healthy.
Honestly be glad he manages to drag himself back to his room to bathe and maybe sleep instead of going all night too]
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open to everyone
This is the first time anyone will see Misane work with clay. She's almost done, really. She created something about two feet tall, of a man with what's meant to be a heroic pose, with a hand held up high. Problem is that Misane doesn't know how sculpting works, so she has, uh, she has used long twigs and sticks to make the arm stay up. She planted these sticks on a bunch of clay, which she also placed on a mostly flat piece of metal.
That's why she's at the bonfire, holding the piece of metal over the fire, trying to make the clay solidify.
It's quite funny -- this clay sculpture is recognizable enough to be Ferdinand because the hair is unmistakable. She managed to depict it faithfully enough to be recognizable. But the face is just a :) carved on a lumpy surface, because she failed hard at making the face]
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She's still...?
[ Depicted inside is a sweet little old lady. Because of course it is. Who else could it be? ]
Oh granny... I'm so sorry...
[ After picking it up it's back to the kitchen where she's hard at work on the apple strudel she promised Quark for the bar. Expertly sliced apples, delicate decorations of dough... her hands are on auto pilot, not needing her numbed mind to do the work. The only time she actually needs to think is when she has to remember what she was shown with the oven.
When it's done and cooled she just stares at it blankly on the counter, not even comforted by the familiar scent. ]
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Anyway. He seeks out the following people, each with a fun little trinket for them that they may recognize. The amount of actual fun the trinket is varies vastly.
First he looks for Mutsumi with her Ave Mujica setting bible. Then, he goes to find Quark with his kitschy mug. Last, a collection of unsettling photographs burn a hole in his pocket as he seeks out Wendy.
And hell. Sometime either during or after the party. He can also be found at the cliffs, sitting and looking up at the stars. ]
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What sort of plants can humans eat?
[ They don't seem terribly suited to grazing, but she knows she's seen at least some fruits hanging around.
There's a few investigations she ought to try out, though. So, once dusk falls, she flaps her wings and hops up to the roof. Before anything, she's going to try and reach out, the way she does to find her moon. Is there even a moon here in the first place?
After whatever happens there, she'll stay up there and watch the night sky for a while, if anyone else wants to approach her there!
Later in the night, Luna settles down in her strangely-shaped bed and reaches for her powers. They feel...a little bit different. Perhaps it's simply how empty this world is, compared to Equestria. Her dream-self takes flight, searching out a dream to enter. She's seeking Astarion, specifically; they have an agreement on this. But it isn't always possible to determine whose dream is whose right away... ]
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