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letsplayamurder2025-07-27 04:30 am
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Week four
Two more of your fellow gods, your companions, your friends, have met their end together. As you turn in for the night, and a new week dawns upon you, it's starting to be a bitter experience. Just how much of this will you be forced to take?
But all isn't just despair. The morning is brighter than the last. The storm clouds that previously plagued almost every day have dissipated, and this week brings plenty of sun and a friendlier breeze. Not to mention, another floor of this strange temple has revealed itself. Whatever lies within is your domain, not Typhon's. Keep it tight in your grasp, because you never know when you'll lose it.
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Quark's Bar
But all isn't just despair. The morning is brighter than the last. The storm clouds that previously plagued almost every day have dissipated, and this week brings plenty of sun and a friendlier breeze. Not to mention, another floor of this strange temple has revealed itself. Whatever lies within is your domain, not Typhon's. Keep it tight in your grasp, because you never know when you'll lose it.
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Quark's Bar
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Lebkuchen is in her physical form again now at least. Her veil is gone, removed by Cerejeira after the trial, though her hair is still braided for now. The rest of her habit is still stained from Friday, which brings her to the laundry room today.
Usually it'd be the machines that confuse her (and they do, but she can just keep washing things in the sink if she gets too lost) but it's what she actually wants to do with the habit that has her pulling the hem out and giving it a contemplative look. ]
The oil's going to be harder than the blood I think...
[ Later on she'll be in the kitchen, baking like usual. The usual bread and lebkuchen for the bar are being worked on but...
...well she's suddenly in a mood to make pretzels this time too.
As they cool she finds herself idly twisting out of her braids in her hand. ]
kitchen
[tfw you have an approximate knowledge of food, but also like very little experience with it.]
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That's right.
I was-- hm. I suppose I was finding myself in the mood to start making them again.
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Especially when you get pretzels out of it.
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Though, it's more so that you all get pretzels out of it.
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[ And are also returned to being a physical being? Well, that's interesting - good to see, she thinks. ]
I am not sure I have said so, but I appreciate your hard work here! I have never had a talent for cooking or baking myself.
1/2
[ pause ]
2/2
[ PINKAMENA DIANE PIE VIBRATING IN THE DISTANCE ]
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[ She could compare them to the horses, but. No!!! ]
It is really not so different from what we have had here! Aside from the lebkuchen, perhaps, but I would not be terribly surprised if they existed somewhere.
[ There's all sorts of cookies, right? They don't seem so out there as to be human-specific. ]
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That's amazing, I never would have thought! I just assumed having hooves would make such things a little too difficult.
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...I hope my questions and comments are not too insensitive by the way. We only have legends about unicorns to go off of back home.
[ And of course. Real regular ass ponies but. Let's not talk about that. ]
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[ What would they be about? Humans seem pretty normal to her, for the most part. ]
What stories do you have of unicorns?