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.

Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday

Profiles | Locations | Regains | IC Rules | Weekly AC

Quark's Bar

Comments

[rockymountaindie]

...Ya know, that's not super surprising, the kinds of things that've been popping out...

[ He smoothly deposits the plane ticket into a pocket. Out of sight, out of... Well, no, not out of mind. ]

Lucky you. You can finally get some "real food."

[latinumsbetter]

About time. [he grins, widely, pushing to his feet]

C'mon, help me get this thing into the bar.

[rockymountaindie]

[ Alex hesitates just a moment. ]

Gimme a second to get this stuff all corralled, yeah? Don't want anyone to trip over it.

[latinumsbetter]

[despite his excitement, Quark does catch that hesitation. His eyes narrow slighly--and he's taking note of the lack of paper in his hand anymore. For the moment, though, he won't bring it up. (This does not make him safe for later.) Quark glances around at the stuff strewn around the cornucopia instead.]

Not a bad haul.

[rockymountaindie]

Mm. It's alright. There's a chicken 'round here somewhere...

[ He moves everything dutifully, as if on autopilot, into a rather neat pile. ]

Gonna have to do something about this. [ Holding a banana peel up disdainfully. ]

[latinumsbetter]

Bonfire?

[rockymountaindie]

...Not if I can help it. [ Boy Hates Fire ] Give me a minute to run it to a... There's a compost pile in the garden.

[latinumsbetter]

Alright. I got time. [He won't accompany him this time. First the replicator, then whatever that paper was.]

[rockymountaindie]

[ And in return, Alex returns quickly and ready to lift. ]

Alright. Now where do you want this thing?

[latinumsbetter]

Let's put it in the Eatery, against the wall, so it'll be behind the bar when I need it. [he'll lift one side of it if Alex will lift the other]

[rockymountaindie]

Gotcha. [ alright heave ho away we go! ] Mmnn... So does this mean you're back to makin' drinks the replicated way?

[latinumsbetter]

[Fortunately, once again, it's not too far! But it is a little bit awkward and unwieldy]

Y'know, I'm not sure. Maybe I'll do a bit of both. Use the replicator for ingredients I can't get here.

[rockymountaindie]

[ Awkward and unwieldy, are we talking about the replicator or Alex's life haha- ]

Really... Doin' things all old-fashioned growing on you?

[latinumsbetter]

[porque no los dos??]

Like a Algaeic slime mold.

[dryly, but he also sounds amused]

This'll at least let me make more ingredients for the drinks.

[rockymountaindie]

[ He has no idea what Algaeic slime molds are but he can pick it up, through context clues, or at least the vibes- ]

Branch out from just what we've got here. Makes sense.

[latinumsbetter]

Got plenty of different tastes here. Gotta try and cater to 'em all.

[once they're inside the Eatery, he's going to move towards the back wall, where he normally keeps the supplies for the bar.]

We can set it just over here--

[rockymountaindie]

[ Following Quark's lead, he sets it down where instructed. ]

Well...

[ There's a joke about slugs at the very tip of his brain, but that ticket in his pocket fogs his mind and squashes any levity in him. ]

Better give it a once over. Make sure it works good and all that.

[latinumsbetter]

Yeah, just in case. [he considers...and then steps closer to it, typing something in for a minute into some of the buttons on the top. Then he steps back and says:]

Safe-tea.

[the replicator makes a sound...and then Alex's drink is materializing inside the box of the replicator. Quark grins, pleased]

There. Try that. [he gestures to it]

[rockymountaindie]

[ Alex hangs a little awkwardly near him, shifting on his feet. He's a little distracted, but he takes the drink when it's ready and gives it a try. ]

...Huh. Wow, it really does taste just like if you made it by hand... You got that programmed fast.

[latinumsbetter]

[Quark smirks widely at that, obviously pleased] What can I say, I know my way around a replicator. [He leans in to the replicator a bit.]

Raktajino, hot.

[the replicator makes another sound, before a mug materializes. Quark reaches for it, taking a sip.]

Ah. Terrible as ever. [he sounds pleased about it lmao]

[rockymountaindie]

[ ...... ]

Terrible ain't usually a positive thing.