Quark (
latinumsbetter) wrote in
letsplayamurder2025-07-27 12:56 am
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Afterparty
[After the execution finishes and Wendy is dragged down into the Earth by that absolute horrific monstrosity of a creature and Typhon gives his goodbye, Quark will stand there for a long moment in the silence, before announcing, in a voice that wavers while trying to go for neutral:]
The bar’ll be open. Sitting around alone isn’t going to help anyone. [he turns to look at Ferdinand] Ferdinand, you’re with me. I need someone to move the table.
[and, taking Cerejeira’s elbow, he’s going to head out of the Arena. So...post trial, the Eatery’s been moved into bar configuration by Ferdinand and Quark. There’s been several of the extra togas gathered and folded to be used as blankets. There are snacks from the pantry brought out and placed on plates and in bowls and left out to eat. The bar is open, but so is the kitchen, if anyone wants to make something.
Both Ferdinand and Quark can be found behind the bar, the latter attempting to teach the former how to use the replicator he’s now got back there in addition to the other drink components. At least it’s keeping them busy. They’re both there to serve drinks, however.
The door is open.]
The bar’ll be open. Sitting around alone isn’t going to help anyone. [he turns to look at Ferdinand] Ferdinand, you’re with me. I need someone to move the table.
[and, taking Cerejeira’s elbow, he’s going to head out of the Arena. So...post trial, the Eatery’s been moved into bar configuration by Ferdinand and Quark. There’s been several of the extra togas gathered and folded to be used as blankets. There are snacks from the pantry brought out and placed on plates and in bowls and left out to eat. The bar is open, but so is the kitchen, if anyone wants to make something.
Both Ferdinand and Quark can be found behind the bar, the latter attempting to teach the former how to use the replicator he’s now got back there in addition to the other drink components. At least it’s keeping them busy. They’re both there to serve drinks, however.
The door is open.]

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[Might as well get some Shadow of Colossus in here too.]
[She takes a long drink, considering.]
...I've decided how I'm calling in your IOU.
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[I- oh. That. There was an idealistic side of him that hoped she'd forget that after a week. Sonuvabitch.
Without skipping a beat, dryly:]
If it involves murdering me or me murdering somebody for you, the IOU's null and void.
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[My god it's the vocal saharas in here]
No, I think you'll actually like this.
I want to make our fights a regular thing.
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[Oh. Oh, that certainly gets his attention.]
That's it?
[oh thank gods he was holding his breath for something much more egregious.]
Seems like a waste of a good IOU on that. All ya' gotta do is ask. Or try to ambush me, that's pretty much the same thing.
[Now if she wants to use it on this instead of saving it for something embarrassing and demeaning, who is he to stop her?]