Week Three

[letsplayamod]

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.

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Quark's Bar

Comments

[latinumsbetter]

[asldkfs Quark jerks upright with a sputter]

--yeah, well. You never know what those things will understand.

[murchada]

Yeah?

So. He gets what shapeshifting is, then?

[oh, yeah, no. she heard.]

[latinumsbetter]

...he might.

[murchada]

Oh, yeah?

[she's gonna kneel down besides Fritz, and give him a chance to sniff her before she just starts to pet.]

Is that right, buddy? Are you a secret shapeshifter? Bark once for yes, twice for no.

[latinumsbetter]

[ladkshfosihf]

Ha, ha. You're hilarious.

[though he does...watch the dog for a moment. Just in case]

[murchada]

I am. I'm often praised for my sparkling wit and comedic timing.

[...

she keeps petting the pubby.]

[latinumsbetter]

Yeah, I could see it. [not a hint of sarcasm]

[murchada]

[. . .]

Wow. Maybe I can achieve my dream of becoming a comedian after all.

[because let's keep this stupid bit going.]

[latinumsbetter]

I don't see why not. They'd love you on Vulcan.

[murchada]

Uh huh. I bet.

[okay now he's just making fun of her.]

[latinumsbetter]

They would! Vulcans are all about controling your emotions and being as serious as possible, so they love that deadpan humor kinda thing. They might want you to get a haircut, but I don't think that look would suit you at all. We could probably find a way to work around it though.

[murchada]

Oh, you were actually serious?

[she doesn't

know what to do with that]

...Do I even want to know what type of haircut.

[latinumsbetter]

There's this look that a lot of them have. I think they consider it practical or something. It's this straight line across their forehead and then very flat and black. [he demonstrates a bit on his own head--or at least tries to] You could pull it off, sure, but it wouldn't look as nice as what you got now.

[murchada]

...Yeah. I think I'm good.

[latinumsbetter]

A wise choice. We can table the discussion of a comedy tour for when we get out of here, but keep it in mind.