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Week Three
A new week rolls around. You are three people lesser than you were at this time last week. No owls mark the horizon, or tall goddesses stroll the pavilion. Wherever Athena's gone, it seems her promise to return promptly hasn't met with success... or worse.
What's more, Typhon's presence now looms over the island. His twisted game now fully realized: if you really wish to leave here, you'll need to get away with murder, and one of your own already failed and reaped the consequences. There's no change for Crito or Sayo's statues on the pavilion. They simply stand silent, watching the rest of you go about your lives as fresh godlings.
It's not all bad, however. The clouds that marked the sky as near-perpetual overcast have started to wane. Stars and sunlight have started to peak through. Within the temples, the strange force keeping you from taking those mysterious stairs has finally vanished. You're free to move to the next level of whatever this shimmering palace has to offer.
Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday
Profiles | Locations | Regains | IC Rules | Weekly AC
Quark's Bar
What's more, Typhon's presence now looms over the island. His twisted game now fully realized: if you really wish to leave here, you'll need to get away with murder, and one of your own already failed and reaped the consequences. There's no change for Crito or Sayo's statues on the pavilion. They simply stand silent, watching the rest of you go about your lives as fresh godlings.
It's not all bad, however. The clouds that marked the sky as near-perpetual overcast have started to wane. Stars and sunlight have started to peak through. Within the temples, the strange force keeping you from taking those mysterious stairs has finally vanished. You're free to move to the next level of whatever this shimmering palace has to offer.
Profiles | Locations | Regains | IC Rules | Weekly AC
Quark's Bar
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Normally he would go do training next, but the curiosity of the now open stairs finally lure him away from his Dailies. Down down he goes. And-]
Oh... oh someone out there does love me!
[So yeah literally for the rest of the day Ferdie is at the stables. But nothing so exciting as riding or the like. He's just... hanging out in there. In the open paddock and the stalls themselves. Not in WITH the animals of course. But just... letting them get used to him. Being calm and relaxed. Offering carrots and bits of apple to any that seem curious about him. But that's all.
He wonders if Athena was tending them before now. Or the winions? Either way he just goes right to handling feedings and such. Because he didn't already have ENOUGH daily tasks to do]
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...Not like trying to with the first one worked all that well. But still, he has to try, he can't stop—
It is, therefore, somewhat...calming to find Ferdinand in the stables just...existing. A whole lot of horses (poor Wendy) is a surprise, that's for sure, but even Alex's ambient anxiety can't match up to just how happy Ferdinand seems, tending to them. ]
Wow. You're sure in your element, aren't you?
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[Is this Ferdinand turf now?]
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[Ah, it is nice to see some of their own happy after the heaviness of the recent murder and trial... it manages to get a small laugh out of Aglaea.]
Would you like the contents of your room brought in here, so that you can be with your new companions all the time?
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Up next is the cornucopia where he is once again gifted some useless stuff. And also another chicken! He looks absolutely delighted at this acquisition.]
You're going to need a name, though... Hmm... Maybe drumstick...
[Someone please talk him out of this. Or don't, I'm not the boss of you.
A quick tour of the new areas reveals nothing he's particularly interested in, so Zvei ends up back in scroll storage as usual, where he'll be until he finally decides to retire for bed. He's attempting to read through the scrolls tonight, but this seems to be a losing battle considering how frequently he ends up moving between scrolls.]
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Having some trouble, then?
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[Nice to meet you, Drumstick]
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[She is later making use of the training grounds in general, and if you're someone who's proven remotely capable of combat you're getting a training sword tossed your way if she spots you.]
Hey. Fucking fight me. En-guardy.
[Eventually she makes it to the newly unlocked locations; the laundry room gets a cursory glance and she actively nopes out of the stables immediately, but the crafting room catches her attention. She inspects the oddly out of place roses, but also focuses on picking through the available tools and materials, attempting to take some kind of actual inventory.]
Hm. Maybe we could use some of this shit to make the training weapons less shitty for when Typhon gets impatient again.
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So it's easily late afternoon by the time she arrives to the kitchen. ]
Is there still no coffee?Â
[ Maybe there's tea, at least?
After that, she goes to investigate the opened floor of the temple. This venture does not last long - there's a VERY LOUD SHRIEK of alarm from upstairs, and then Luna comes flying out of the stable, looking very upset. ]
What are THOSE BEASTS?!
[ We hate the stables. We hate the stables so, so much.Â
We hate them so much, in fact, that she declines to remain on the floor at all! For much of the rest of the day, she's out in the garden, attempting to tend the plants there. Weeding and watering are obvious tasks, easy to figure out and pick up. The rest, though...she stands near one of the sheds and sorts through the available tools. ]
Does anyone else here know very much about gardening? I had wished to test a theory.
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giving the dream pony nightmares in the stables lets gooooo
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Quark blinks, staring up at it]--Odo?
[Some minutes later will find him having wiggled out from under the rather friendly German Shepherd, leaning down, hands on his knees and squinting at it]
...Odo, if that is you--which, I don't think it is because what would you be doing here--but if it is, then you'd better shapeshift yourself back to your two legged form. Or something.
[The dog only tilts his head in that way dogs do, and Quark lets out a sigh, shaking his head at himself] What am I doing?
[after all that, Quark is going to gather up his not-so-ill-gotten gains and heads out to the bonfire to set up shop for the morning. He'll be out there until around noon or so, at which point he's heading back inside. He'll put most of that stuff away, before going to go look for Ai.
Eventually, he'll wind up, as always, back at the bar.]
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In the morning, Alex ends up at the Cornucopia with his oh-so-many tokens. It's a crapshoot, what he may get, but maybe it'll be something nice, like (ugh) Eyelex the Eye-Pod. And that is... Well. A mixed bag is putting it lightly. To break it out by points of interest:
Alex has himself a good eye roll about the hamster ball. Haha, universe, yes, he is paranoid enough that he should be put in a bubble. Good job making him the butt of a joke. The banana peel? Fuck it. He's going to safely dispose of it like the other. It's all stuff along this level, but then, a number of things emerge in quick succession that just completely knock the wind out of his proverbial sails.
1. My Son
2. The (mercifully not loaded) gun
3. The skeletal bird that starts crawling around like that's just fine and normal
4. Dynamite
5. A lump of clay (emotionally bad)
6. The fucked up angry vole with a 180 on its back
7. The fleshy cylinder that actually carries a goddamn pulse
8. A motherfucking honest to god JOHN DENVER CD
Individually, any of these would be an omen. Altogether? They're a collection of nightmares. They're an amalgam of doom. They're the Top Eight Reasons Why Alex Browning Cannot Have A Good Day. They're Alex's fucking nightmare blunt rotation.
So. He can be found around the cornucopia alternating between wrangling the violent vole to keep it from attacking a gopher who has absolutely no will to live, nudging the gun away with his foot, nervously eyeing the skeletal bird, and pushing the throbbing, vein fleshy thing away with the golf putter, all the while wheezing in a way that implies he's probably about to have a panic attack. Woo!
EVENTUALLY, all of that is sorted in one way or another and we have other things we can do. First and foremost? Alex storms over to the cliff with determination. He proceeds to chuck the John Denver CD like a Frisbee with such force that he expects it to shatter when it hits the barrier.
Because the universe itself hates Alex Browning, it does not.
It instead ricochets right back at him and smacks him in the forehead. ]
OW, FUCK! [ The offending CD lands completely unharmed in front of his feet as he starts bleeding from a minor cut. Woo!
But fine, fuck, FINE, he will continue to persist out of spite.
It's while he's moving various things to his room (yes he did kind of leave them around while he tried to dispose of the CD, no he does not take criticism at this time) that he discovers...something. It's entirely an accident, the first time it happens.
He ends up taking root (ha) near the garden, a collection of various things he's received from the cornucopia around him. They are: a Sanic the Hawtdawg Plush, the Rock That Looks Like A Face, My Son, and an Otamatone.
...An...Otamatone that's squeaking on its own? Indeed, propped up against a watering can, the Otamatone makes little noises without Alex touching it. Eyelex the Eye-Pod stares at it incessantly. The extremely lazy gopher is sleeping nearby. That's the scene that you may walk in on, as...
As Alex gently touches the various objects around him with intense concentration. A light breeze blows around him, gentle and warm. And, the Sanic plush stands up on its own and starts walking around, spouting out lines about wanting chili burgers. The Rock That Looks Like A Face shudders, turning in the sun to mimic other facial expressions. My Son blinks its eyes up at Alex. ]
Father. [ It speaks. In a little voice like a fucking starving Victorian child. ]
Holy. Shit.
[ And all the while...a small trickle of blood starts to run from the right side of his head, somewhere just around Alex's hairline. He's so entranced that he does not notice, mistaking it for sweat. ]
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[Mutsumi (for real, this time) stands in the pavilion, dazed. It's almost unreal, what Mortis told her. She has to confirm it for herself.
But, true enough... no matter where she looks...]
So, Yasuda-san's... really...
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cw for minor gore ref and emeto
[Using the cornucopia last time went so well, Ranma eschewed bringing his makeshift smock when using it today. Poor decision on his, now her, end. Both when a champagne bottle smack her dab in the face, marking this the second time alcoholic containers have gotten her here (luckily due to the shape of the bottle only half of its contents got on her so not a total waste)... And because she now has to carry most of her winnings by hand. Why must the universe torment her so?
Speaking of which, while shaking her hair dry, she sorts through it to see anything interesting. Let's take a looksee... An eraser, a leafblower, sand that's not even in a jar but just freeballing and getting everywhere, a brick that looks like it was used to brain someone, a puppet with a giant-- Wait. Double back to that last item and. UMMMMMMMM???? Ranma thinks she has a strong stomach, that she isn't squeamish or get queasy over grotesque displays. And it's true, she isn't puking at all the brain bits on the brick despite her face blanching. That all said, as she eloquently puts it in her next words:]
WHAT THE FUCK?!
[Once... the (head) trauma brick is disposed of, she goes on her merry way with some of her items stashed in a sack. Yes, even all that sand that took ten minutes sweeping up. Before she takes them to her room, Ranma makes a quick detour. First, to Crito's room...
Which is right beside hers...
Cool, cool, that doesn't bother her. Don't hate that at all.
Relieved that the door's unlocked, she slips inside, leaving it ajar enough for anyone to snoop, and drops off a winged staff. Ranma's making an guesstimation based off their statue with the matching wings that its theirs. Next stop was to Aoi's, again based off a hunch from their plaque. The pink-haired pigtailed girl approaches the gamer girl's door, rapping her knuckles on it and waits.
Dropping off the last of items, does Ranma finally decide to explore the new floors. First on the agenda, laundry. Why on earth was this kept from them until now, she... well, she can take a guess, but she's still nettled she hadn't been able to wash her stuff. Anyone entering will find the smol fighter, wearing one of the robes in their rooms, sitting on a running washer stretching her legs.
Visiting the stables next...]
Easy girl. [One will find Ranma slowly approaching a pegasus, trying to mollify it. They're just like any ordinary horses, just with wings. Speak in a calm and reassuring manner, and they'll let you ride them...
... unfortunately, be it due to her own terrible luck or Rumic World's rules of comedy in play, she chose what she'll bitterly label the 'Alex' of the horsies later. That is to say, skittish and prone to lashing out if not treaded carefully. Ranma only gets close enough to touch the side of its head before she's sent careening to the fence by a kick to the ribs, hitting it with a loud crack and being draped over it like a used towel.
She's fine, give her a min. Just. Gotta get the air back in her lungs.]
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Motive - Sublime You for Your Act of Crime
You’ve managed to hold on for another week, despite your losses. Regardless, it seems it’s time I hand down another ‘gift’ to you… One that I’m sure will entice.
[The weather rumbles in contemplation as Typhon continues.]
The fates of Man are said to be irreversible, but the gods toyed with them all the same, and paid the price. You, surely, would like to do the same, given the chance.
If one among you manages to get away with their dark deed, I will allow you to reverse an event from your past of your choosing. It will be as if it never happened. The same cannot be said for what transpires here, haha!
[The weight of Typhon’s voice recedes, as do the clouds. It’s a nice day again.]
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cw: some anxiety and trauma reactions
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A few hours after Typhon dissipates, Riful emerges from her room in different clothes from that one goddamn dress she's always wearing. She's got one peplos on, one slung over her shoulder, and, stunningly, sandals on her feet. The reason for this makeover? Maybe it becomes clearer once she passes by the bonfire pit and immediately steps into the mountain woods. She's trying to avoid anyone else on her way there, but for the sake of this not just being a long toplevel with nothing but investigation, feel free to catch her!
Whether or not this bears any fruit whatsoever, she'll be in there pretty much all day. The spare peplos gets draped over a very high branch, just within the forest's edge, just in case. In case of what? Don't worry about it. As for what she's looking for? Energy, baby! She's vibe checking this entire forest! Typhon's signature is what she's specifically looking for, of course, since she knows what it feels like, but she'll take anything. Actionwise, she's going to venture into the deep woods, walking what's more or less a straight path and marking her trail with a series of gouges in trees at around hair-level in case she somehow gets lost. (She does not think she will get lost.) Ever so often, she climbs the highest tree in the area and scans the area a bird's eye view of what's around and beneath her... and then, with her eyes closed, attempts the same for whatever energy might be out there.
In the late afternoon, as the sun goes down, a glimpse of white in the trees might catch your eye. On the branch where the peplos was hanging, Riful is taking a little nap! Her back is against the tree trunk, her eyes are shut, and she looks peaceful. ]
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cw: blood/refernced off screen death
And then finally, finally, he goes to bathe. When he's done (and dressed in one of the togas) he heads to the new laundry, watching those that understand these machines for a bit before tossing his own clothing in with an annoyed huff. Getting gross in a fight is normal, but this??? Too much.]
My poor coat...
[Some sense of normalcy returned he continues with what he had originally planned to do today and heads to the cornucopia to cash in his tokens that he hasn't used on fruit teas at Quark's. He has a nice little collection of items, including a fascinating mechanical doll he will want to examine later.
Then the first fucking horse pops out.
He knew animals had appeared out of it. Derick had for Alex. But actually seeing it himself is rather startling. It is a beautiful white gelding, and from looks alone he guesses it was a pleasure and performance horse, not a war horse. And it is very very upset. He can't blame him. With a soft voice he approaches, talking to him until he calms enough for him to take the bridle and, like the escapees before, lead him down to the stable to get his own stall. Feed and hay gets hauled out for him. And Ferdinand makes his way back up again. Goodness, he is just horsehorsehorses today! Normally he would not mind but it's a bit exhausting!
Welp one more token left and- oh you have to be kidding him.
It would be funny, he thinks, if it was a normal horse. If it was any other horse. Instead his own horse stands before him, throwing her head in distress and reeking of sweat and fear. Her armor is still on. What bastard could have left her still armored like that and untended and coated in... in...
He just stands there, eyes too wide, hands shaking, swaying slightly as he stares at his own blood along her armored sides. The steel dented and twisted but still so shiny.
It is somehow still impossibly wet.]
cw: blood/death references
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Another day, another pile of things. Astarion has them on display, along with his last haul of things. He hasn’t kept anything from this set, though notably, the sheep has been deliberately set aside. He’s fairly certain he knows who that belongs to.
Later, he can be found in the stables once the horses have been returned. He’s currently spending time with an Appaloosa horse.]
Aren’t you gorgeous. I’ve never seen a pattern like yours before!
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Or. You know. He would if he could will himself to move into it. For a time, he just kind of...stands outside it. Glaring in. Startling occasionally from the whinnying of horses. Typical Alex.
It is a lot easier to work himself up to the craft room, where he can be found for most of the morning. He's got a big pile of corks next to him, taking every sharp tool he can find and sliding them on to effectively "sheathe" them. He murmurs to himself as he works. ]
Should've done this days ago, something could've...
[ After this, despite all common sense he's back at the cornucopia. It's truly this vibe of "maybe something good will happen!"
And then a very familiar ticket pops out.
There's other stuff. There's always other stuff. Another damn banana peel. Paperclips. A fucking chicken, that Eyelex the Eye-Pod starts kind of chasing after as Alex just stands there, deflated, looking at the used plane ticket.
Later on after the meeting, he can be found sitting in the laundry room. He's wearing one of those stupid bacon t-shirts, alternating between watching the clothes swirl in the dryer and dropping his eyes back down to the plane ticket, which he still holds in his hand. ]
Where it all started, huh...?
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In any case, he manages to finish around mid-day, and then just...slumps against a wall. Normally he'd be standing guard or patrolling, but after yesterday's battle, his normal vigilance just isn't there. He doesn't feel confident in himself, or at least...not as much as usual.
He has to do better. He has to, for everyone's sake. He has to, to make Athena proud, to live up to her expectations for him.
Provided the suspicions at the back of his brain don't bear fruit, that is. ]
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She gets an eclectic range of items ranging from mundane to weird. After that she just sorts it in a few different piles: food (or...what's arguably food, she guesses), things to keep, and things to do away with.
She stares at the tea set for a long moment before she puts it to one side. Like wise, after she examines the bunny plushie and carefully puts it to one side too, with a pat to its head. The rings just confuse her and she makes a note to examine them more closely afterwards.
...And then she finds the box of bullets, except she has no idea what bullets even are. ]
"Browning 410 shotgun shells"... The fuck does that mean?
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