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letsplayamurder2025-07-20 01:55 am
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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.
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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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Princess and Average Fluff fly down to crowd around Alex's unfortunate new acquisitions while Rounder and Fluffier (geez, someone should really name these guys at some point) stays contently where it is.]
Cursed!
Extra double cursed!
Eh, seen cursed-er.
cw suicidal ideation played for laughs
A-alright, hey. That's not nice to say, it's just—
[ In the same pleasant tone: ] Father. Let me perish.
Ughhhh, stop that.
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Cuuuuuursed.
[Rounder and Fluffier reaches down to softly pap Alex's cheek, almost like it's trying to reassure him.]
God of Life. Doing a good job!
[Certain others present may diagree.]
cw suicidal ideation played for laughs
...I don't really know if that's true. [ Alex tries to lightly brushes them away, though his heart isn't really in it. ]
'Specially if one of the things I'm givin' life wants to die.
Kill me. Kill me, Father.
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[Average Fluff begins to hum on the ground, holding paws with Sanic and swinging their little arms together back and forth.
Princess picks up My Son by the jar with surprising strength for being not much bigger than it. It holds up the abomination toward Alex, cocking it's head curiously.]
Dibs?
1/2
2/2
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[Princess chirps happily, pressing it's fluffy face cheek to cheek against the plastic doll.]
Keep your friends close.
cw suicidal ideation played for laughs
...They shouldn't. [ oh i made myself sad? ]
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Alex trying hard. But harder not to be sad.
[Average Fluff is dancing with Sanic, a simple little two step number, and hardly paying attention.
Princess shakes it's head.]
No die, only dibs. Aquire!
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Yeah. Yeah it sure is, little guys.
[ My Son blinks its eyes out of sync, one after the other. ]
Acquire?
[ Sanic is preoccupied. The Rock That Looks Like A Face wobbles along to the Otamatone's gentle squeaking. The living regains, simply, are just vibing. ]
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Keep your friends close.
[Princess's eyes light up, sparkling with mischief.]
Acquire! Play Tongo. Teach!!
[And Princess poofs away with My Son in a little whirlwind of green sparkles.]
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[ He looks at the other winions as if they can. Do something. About this. ]
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Profit.
Acquire.
[And together at the same time:]
Tongo time.
[Translation: they're at the Eatery and safe but Alex's fucked up child is about to learn about the joys of gambling and capitalism.]
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...A-alright, maybe that'll make it not just wanna die. [ if quark can find a life's purpose through capitalism maybe My Son can too ]