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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

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[As much as Ferdinand would love to sleep in today: especially since he slept badly. But he can't. He has an animal to tend and patrols to do. You can find him very early as usual doing the routine- including hauling pots full of raw meat and water for Derick. Yum! Patrol happens after that, followed by his own breakfast.

Normally he would go do training next, but the curiosity of the now open stairs finally lure him away from his Dailies. Down down he goes. And-]

Oh... oh someone out there does love me!

[So yeah literally for the rest of the day Ferdie is at the stables. But nothing so exciting as riding or the like. He's just... hanging out in there. In the open paddock and the stalls themselves. Not in WITH the animals of course. But just... letting them get used to him. Being calm and relaxed. Offering carrots and bits of apple to any that seem curious about him. But that's all.

He wonders if Athena was tending them before now. Or the winions? Either way he just goes right to handling feedings and such. Because he didn't already have ENOUGH daily tasks to do]

Edited 2025-07-20 19:15 (UTC)

[Zvei is distracted today. He's usually a little spacey and off in his head, but it's even worse today, and present all day long. Starting with breakfast in the eatery, he hasn't even touched his food, instead flipping through that notebook of his looking for... something. He's not finding it, whatever it is, and for the first time since he arrived here, his expression is actually sort of serious. He's definitely lost in thought with whatever it is he's doing, and he'll be here long after his food's gone cold.

Up next is the cornucopia where he is once again gifted some useless stuff. And also another chicken! He looks absolutely delighted at this acquisition.]

You're going to need a name, though... Hmm... Maybe drumstick...

[Someone please talk him out of this. Or don't, I'm not the boss of you.

A quick tour of the new areas reveals nothing he's particularly interested in, so Zvei ends up back in scroll storage as usual, where he'll be until he finally decides to retire for bed. He's attempting to read through the scrolls tonight, but this seems to be a losing battle considering how frequently he ends up moving between scrolls.]

[Come Sunday morning, the skies may have cleared but Vanity's face is still full of thunderclouds as she repeatedly runs through the obstacle course, laser-focused. She's there for a while, running to a point that might be described as "ragged".]

[She is later making use of the training grounds in general, and if you're someone who's proven remotely capable of combat you're getting a training sword tossed your way if she spots you.]

Hey. Fucking fight me. En-guardy.

[Eventually she makes it to the newly unlocked locations; the laundry room gets a cursory glance and she actively nopes out of the stables immediately, but the crafting room catches her attention. She inspects the oddly out of place roses, but also focuses on picking through the available tools and materials, attempting to take some kind of actual inventory.]

Hm. Maybe we could use some of this shit to make the training weapons less shitty for when Typhon gets impatient again.

[The small garden plot was, at some point, maintained with a very careful hand. It's since been left to fall into some disarray. A couple flowers have drooped, but it seems like others are perking up for some reason.

As for materials, this room has almost anything you could want. Papers, metals, woods. Bits and bobs for you to stick together or even invent if one were so driven.

Basically, it's a lot to inventory.]

[for a change of pace, he's gonna have some oysters for breakfast, but Zvei hasn't really moved much between him coming into the eatery and getting breakfast together...]

Having some trouble, then?

[Zvei doesn't look up when Manulov comes in. He doesn't look up when Manulov approaches. He only finally looks up from his notes when he's addressed, and even then he blinks owlishly like he's only just now realizing he's not alone.]

Oh, yes. I was working on something last night and being unable to solve it has certainly been bothering me... I do have a tendency to get a bit wrapped up in my work.

[Okay, going in order here. Is there anything obviously different between the droopy flowers and the perky ones in terms of location or soil, or anything?]

[Also are these red roses or some other color.]

[There isn't much difference to be seen. You know how a bed of any plants will, overtime, slowly wilt until everything's dead unless they're cared for? It's like that. They're all together, in the same soil that's quite dry actually.

They are indeed red. As bright as fresh blood.]

Edited 2025-07-21 04:52 (UTC)

[ Li'l ol' her, combat capable?? Nah I'm just fucking with you of course she immediately catches the sword. ]

Are you sure?

[Monday morning will find Quark at the Cornucopia, squawking in surprise as a live chicken comes flying out at him. Though from the sounds of it, there could be two chickens. This is followed by an 'oof!' as there is, quite suddendly, a very large dog on his chest.

Quark blinks, staring up at it]--Odo?

[Some minutes later will find him having wiggled out from under the rather friendly German Shepherd, leaning down, hands on his knees and squinting at it]

...Odo, if that is you--which, I don't think it is because what would you be doing here--but if it is, then you'd better shapeshift yourself back to your two legged form. Or something.

[The dog only tilts his head in that way dogs do, and Quark lets out a sigh, shaking his head at himself] What am I doing?

[after all that, Quark is going to gather up his not-so-ill-gotten gains and heads out to the bonfire to set up shop for the morning. He'll be out there until around noon or so, at which point he's heading back inside. He'll put most of that stuff away, before going to go look for Ai.

Eventually, he'll wind up, as always, back at the bar.]

[ What a damn day this is turning out to be. Let's start at the beginning, shall we?

In the morning, Alex ends up at the Cornucopia with his oh-so-many tokens. It's a crapshoot, what he may get, but maybe it'll be something nice, like (ugh) Eyelex the Eye-Pod. And that is... Well. A mixed bag is putting it lightly. To break it out by points of interest:

Alex has himself a good eye roll about the hamster ball. Haha, universe, yes, he is paranoid enough that he should be put in a bubble. Good job making him the butt of a joke. The banana peel? Fuck it. He's going to safely dispose of it like the other. It's all stuff along this level, but then, a number of things emerge in quick succession that just completely knock the wind out of his proverbial sails.
1. My Son
2. The (mercifully not loaded) gun
3. The skeletal bird that starts crawling around like that's just fine and normal
4. Dynamite
5. A lump of clay (emotionally bad)
6. The fucked up angry vole with a 180 on its back
7. The fleshy cylinder that actually carries a goddamn pulse
8. A motherfucking honest to god JOHN DENVER CD

Individually, any of these would be an omen. Altogether? They're a collection of nightmares. They're an amalgam of doom. They're the Top Eight Reasons Why Alex Browning Cannot Have A Good Day. They're Alex's fucking nightmare blunt rotation.

So. He can be found around the cornucopia alternating between wrangling the violent vole to keep it from attacking a gopher who has absolutely no will to live, nudging the gun away with his foot, nervously eyeing the skeletal bird, and pushing the throbbing, vein fleshy thing away with the golf putter, all the while wheezing in a way that implies he's probably about to have a panic attack. Woo!

EVENTUALLY, all of that is sorted in one way or another and we have other things we can do. First and foremost? Alex storms over to the cliff with determination. He proceeds to chuck the John Denver CD like a Frisbee with such force that he expects it to shatter when it hits the barrier.

Because the universe itself hates Alex Browning, it does not.

It instead ricochets right back at him and smacks him in the forehead. ]

OW, FUCK! [ The offending CD lands completely unharmed in front of his feet as he starts bleeding from a minor cut. Woo!

But fine, fuck, FINE, he will continue to persist out of spite.

It's while he's moving various things to his room (yes he did kind of leave them around while he tried to dispose of the CD, no he does not take criticism at this time) that he discovers...something. It's entirely an accident, the first time it happens.

He ends up taking root (ha) near the garden, a collection of various things he's received from the cornucopia around him. They are: a Sanic the Hawtdawg Plush, the Rock That Looks Like A Face, My Son, and an Otamatone.

...An...Otamatone that's squeaking on its own? Indeed, propped up against a watering can, the Otamatone makes little noises without Alex touching it. Eyelex the Eye-Pod stares at it incessantly. The extremely lazy gopher is sleeping nearby. That's the scene that you may walk in on, as...

As Alex gently touches the various objects around him with intense concentration. A light breeze blows around him, gentle and warm. And, the Sanic plush stands up on its own and starts walking around, spouting out lines about wanting chili burgers. The Rock That Looks Like A Face shudders, turning in the sun to mimic other facial expressions. My Son blinks its eyes up at Alex. ]

Father. [ It speaks. In a little voice like a fucking starving Victorian child. ]

Holy. Shit.

[ And all the while...a small trickle of blood starts to run from the right side of his head, somewhere just around Alex's hairline. He's so entranced that he does not notice, mistaking it for sweat. ]

[ Luna sleeps quite late on Sunday morning. After all that happened, she stayed up quite late, watching over the others first in the waking world and then in their dreams. Soothing people into a dreamless sleep seemed like about the kindest thing she could do, after such an ordeal.

So it's easily late afternoon by the time she arrives to the kitchen. ]

Is there still no coffee?

[ Maybe there's tea, at least?

After that, she goes to investigate the opened floor of the temple. This venture does not last long - there's a VERY LOUD SHRIEK of alarm from upstairs, and then Luna comes flying out of the stable, looking very upset. ]

What are THOSE BEASTS?!

[ We hate the stables. We hate the stables so, so much.

We hate them so much, in fact, that she declines to remain on the floor at all! For much of the rest of the day, she's out in the garden, attempting to tend the plants there. Weeding and watering are obvious tasks, easy to figure out and pick up. The rest, though...she stands near one of the sheds and sorts through the available tools. ]

Does anyone else here know very much about gardening? I had wished to test a theory.

Perhaps. I have certainly seen such things done, but I cannot claim to have any skill in smithing myself...I wonder if anyone here does?

[ She can, at least, easily move all these heavy things around. She supposes she would not need these gloves, either... ]

[ Luna has been working in the garden, or at least trying to, for a couple of days now. She had been content to leave Alex to his meditations, or whatever he was doing, but she does glance over when he speaks. ]

Alex Browning! You are bleeding!

[ At a distance, she has not clocked Alex's New Son, but she's trotting quickly over. ]

[ She's not hard to find, at least - for lack of anything else to do, Ai's gone back to jogging, taking her usual laps around their living quarters until she's too tired to keep going. She's already done a few by the time Quark intercepts her but, irritatingly, she looks fresh as a daisy. Idols, man. ]

Oh, um... [ what do. normal people in the middle of battle royale type situations say to each other. ] Morning.

[ nailed it. ]

[ His child, ignored...

Alex looks up with a start. ]

Wh- oh- no, that- I just had a little, uhh, it's fine, I just threw something wrong.

[ ABSOLUTELY thinking Luna means the scratch from the CD he threw. ]

You ought to at least hold something against it...

[ Is there any clean cloth here among his belongings - hey why are all these things walking around ]

Fritz?

[ Ah, that's the name the dog responds to! He looks up, ears perked, tail starting to wag. When he sees Alex standing there, however, it stops.

...Speaking of Alex standing there? He is doing so with two different animals in his hands. In one, there is the world's most lethargic gopher. Is this thing even alive. It does not care. In the other, there's, uh. This thing, trying valiantly to bite Alex's hand, only deterred by the fact that its properly scuffed. ]

...

[Mutsumi (for real, this time) stands in the pavilion, dazed. It's almost unreal, what Mortis told her. She has to confirm it for herself.

But, true enough... no matter where she looks...]

So, Yasuda-san's... really...

...

I-I guess I could, uh... [ hold on he's taking off his positively disgusting sweaty boy hoodie. he has a jacket underneath it. how many fucking layers do you wear you gremlin-

oh, right. So while Alex is distracted, the Sanic plush looks up at Luna and gives a thumbs up. The Rock That Looks Like A Face wobbles back and forth. The Otamatone waaaaaaahs. My Son just stares. This is a collection of horrors.

Alex has removed his hoodie and presses the sleeve of it to not the side of his head but his forehead. ]

There. That better?

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