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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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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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[Aoi is thankfully unaware of the brick as of right now, mostly assuming that Ranma is just hungry and/or freaked out by the giant puppet. As they head towards the kitchen, she can't help but ask:]
Was your roll off in the cornucopia? Aoi got a kitty plushie and this weird ring. They might be key items.
[Aoi takes the interesting-looking ring out of her sweater pocket to show off.]
But Aoi mostly saves the coins because Quark gives me cookies and juice for them.
1/2
[Ranma thought the brain brick would be the most mentally damaging and nightmare fueling thing she'd have the unfortunate luck of beholding today.
She was wrong.
So, so wrong. What the sugar honeyed iced tea is this crime against mankind and jewelry and why does it exist.]
2/2
[MOVING RIGHT ALONG FROM THAT HEAPING PILE OF NO, and with Aoi thoroughly oblivious to the brick, Ranma clears her throat and shakes her head.]
Depends on your definition of off. A lot of my winnings range on a scale of nifty to practical to... [Her eyes trail back to the pile of sand, and sitting atop is that accursed puppet that. Instantly makes her think of Akane by the hips alone. Annnnnd somewhere an uncute tomboy feels the urge to break the nearest and heaviest blunt object over someone's head because the reciprocal is nowhere to be bashed.] ... that. Only thing of importance I got from it was my family's sword.
[omitting the fact he had to beg vanity to get it back because she's a bitch in all caps. The pair makes it to the kitchen, and almost immediately, Ranma fills up a kettle and places it on the stove's burner without elaborating why. She moves onto rummaging around the cabinets for a can opener.]
That your favorite food? [She offhandedly asks while she's searching.]