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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[sweetsynergy]

Ugh, you're probably right and I hate that.

[That he's right, or what he's right about? Yes.]

If Typhon were less incompetent and impotent I'd wonder if this wasn't another way of taunting uuAAAAAAAA-

[And in scanning over the available swag, her eyes have finally landed on- it looks kind of like an epipen crossed with a fuel injector? But oddly homespun and probably medical.]

[Whatever it is, Vanity is immediately grabbing it and yeeting it full-force at the nearest wall.]

[rockymountaindie]

[ OhhhhhhKAY well!!

Alex jumps, because of course he does. In this situation, he can probably be excused! ]

H-hey, whoa—

[ He takes a step back, eyes darting about, waiting for a shattered piece of the thing to cause some kind of horrible accident, waiting to react in kind.

But this world doesn't work that way. Right? ]

Wh- what the hell- what was that?!

[sweetsynergy]

[It leaves a nick on the wall as it breaks apart into its component pieces, that's kind of a horrific accident, right?]

[Vanity stays frozen post-throw for half a second, hand shaking imperceptibly before abruptly straightening up and adjusting her jacket, cheeks flushed.]

...Absolutely nothing. Reflex. Killer instinct training.

[rockymountaindie]

[ Alex, who knows a panic-reaction when he sees one, just easily shoots back: ]

Bullshit. You recognized that.

[sweetsynergy]

[Well. She could try just straight up lying about it. But he's definitely called her on enough shit to do it again.]

...It doesn't matter. If I tell you you're just gonna get weird about it. It turned out to be fake anyway.

[rockymountaindie]

[ He scrunches up his face a little, weird, what does she mean weird— ]

Are you okay?

[sweetsynergy]

Okay, this is what I meant. You're being weird about it. ...And I'm FINE.

[rockymountaindie]

This isn't weird, Vanity, this is called showing concern for another person.

[sweetsynergy]

Uh-huh.

[sounds fake]

But fine, you know what? Sure.

[Her smile takes on a slightly strained, manic look.]

You wanna know what that thing was? It was a bad copy of a failsafe. Against me.

[rockymountaindie]

[ ...This once again does not feel that weird to be fielding. At least that kind of energy she's giving off. ]

A fail... Some shit that's supposed to kill you?

[sweetsynergy]

Hey, give the man a cookie for being so smart!

[rockymountaindie]

[ As if he didn't even hear Vanity's acerbic sarcasm— ]

Some fuckers made something, specifically to... Jesus, that's fucked up.

[sweetsynergy]

Mother of Reese's Pieces, you'd think they made it to use on YOU.

[Alex this is why she didn't want to talk about it.]

It's fine, besides, like I said, that was a fucking fake even if it hadn't already- just don't worry about it.

[rockymountaindie]

Sorry for finding the concept of a...serum, or whatever, that's designed to kill one particular person pretty disturbing, alright?

I'm just sorry you got that kind of reminder.

[sweetsynergy]

Don't be ridiculous.

[wait for it]

It wasn't JUST me, it was for any subject from the same genetic batch.

[rockymountaindie]

[ ... ]

Your family?

[sweetsynergy]

My-

[Her sisters.]

Predecessors. And any theoretical future subjects that would have come after us.

[yeah, she definitely sounds like she doesn't want to talk about this but can't not, a little]

[rockymountaindie]

[ Alex can be nosy. But, he can also take a hint. ]

...I'm not gonna like...pretend I can really understand. But... Some shit like that keeps showing up for me, too. Dreary-ass shit that freaks me out.

Fuck Typhon, is what I'm saying.

[sweetsynergy]

Ugh, FUCK Typhon.

[That at least she'll agree on.]

[she's not grateful for the topic change shut up]

..you think it was him that made those stupid statues, too?

[They never did quite get an answer out of Athena about that, did they.]

[rockymountaindie]

[ yeah yeah he gets it- ]

I... I dunno. It'd fit, with how rude some of those plaques are... Sayo thought they were a...manifestation of this place.

[sweetsynergy]

Sayo also thought reality conformed to narrative conventions of the noir genre.

[And- technically she hasn't been WRONG wrong so far, but come on.]

Though I guess that's as likely as anything else at this point.

[rockymountaindie]

Reality is proving to be really fuckin' subjective so I think maybe we shouldn't throw stones at the dead girl.

[sweetsynergy]

At least its not a frying pan.

[that's a terrible joke]

[rockymountaindie]

Dude. Come on.

[sweetsynergy]

Crito probably would have thought it was kind of funny.