Week four

[letsplayamod]

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

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[latinumsbetter]

[he doesn't flinch at that sigh, though his shoulders do go stiffer.]

Alright, I can do that.

[markofnobility]

One, two- hup!

[ and up it goes! It's industrial steel, so far from light. Ferd huffs and puffs a bit to get upright but once he is it's not too bad]

You will need to... handle the door!

[latinumsbetter]

I've got it, I've got it--[Quark will get the door for him easily enough before returning to spot him in case the statue should tilt, Fritz peering in and watching what it is they're doing, but definitely staying out of the way]

[markofnobility]

[ his legs having to be so braced means his walk out the door and towards the pavilion is pretty funny to watch. More a waddle than his usual noble stride. ]

I think... I deserve... a discount on my tab for this!

[latinumsbetter]

Oh please, as if you wouldn't do this even if you didn't have a significant deficit on your tab!

[though it IS funny to watch him waddle lmao. On the bright side, the pavillion isn't TOO far away, so he doesn't have to go far.]

[markofnobility]

[ he groans loudly as 'significant deficit' ]

My noble nature is being used against me!

[ not a long walk at least! They reach the statues and he puts the sculpture down next to Alex's with upmost care]

[latinumsbetter]

You're the one that decided not to charge for drinks. [absolutely no sympathy! But he'll hover as Ferdinand sets that down, tuging a folded cloth out of his jacket to give it a quick dusting once it's in place, before stepping back to look at it]

...there.

[markofnobility]

[ he steps back to observe the sculpture again, nodding to himself]

It is a bit clashing compared to the statues. But... that makes it all the more fitting, doesn't it?

[ a momunmemt not to the would-be god but the man. Messy, but well loved]

[latinumsbetter]

Yeah. Outside of worrying about what might happen to it, I think he'd like it there. [Quark is quiet for a moment just...looking. Because Ferdinand's right. It is fitting.

He suddenly feels very, very tired. And then, quietly.]

...someone's got to manage.

[neutrally, though there's a slight slump to his shoulders and a solemness to his expression that wasn't there before]

[markofnobility]

... it does not have to be you. I know we have... not always shown ourselves to be the best at it; but most of us ARE adults who can tend to themselves. You should take a few days.

[latinumsbetter]

[Quark snorts a bit at that, wryly]

Adults. Yeah, sure, by letter of the law. [There's a dry tone to his voice, though it doesn't quite cover an odd mix of bitterness and fondness in there. Quark quiets again, arms folding over his chest as he just...stares at that statue]

Y'know, my nephew's in Starfleet.

[markofnobility]

Oh? I am surprised- you did not seem fond of the Fleet.

[latinumsbetter]

I'm not. [and yet, somehow, he doesn't sound as strong of conviction about that as he should]

[markofnobility]

[ he thinks over their coversation on Starfleet, and some dots connect]

Is he a foolish type of young man then?

[latinumsbetter]

Considering he's got his father's lobes, yes. He's also got my stubbornness and that sense of loyalty and morality that he's gotten from the growing up on the station and Starfleet, and you've got a recipe for someone making foolish decisions.

[he's clearly going for exasperated, annoyed--but it comes out with equal amounts of fondness and, though it's clearly attempted to be covered by his frustration and irritation, concern]

[markofnobility]

Is... Starfleet dangerous?

[ it's a fleet, he would be surprised if there isnt conflict they are moving to handle. He suddenly feels like an understanding is forming in him about Quark]

[latinumsbetter]

Normally, Starfleet is about exploration. Exploring brave new worlds, or some kind of canned slogan that pulls in young people like a Cardassian vole to fresh Bajoran cheese. But if there's something that they object to, they'll hop right into war if it suits their purposes.

[markofnobility]

[ he looks skyward, through the open ceiling of the pavilion. There are no stars in sight. But he knows they are there, behind the sunlight.]

... it's sad. Knowing there's war even amoung the Goddess' Sea.

[latinumsbetter]

There's always war somewhere, whether that's planet-side or in the galaxy. Right now, it's between the Alpha and Gamma Quadrants. The station is in the Alpha Quadrant and both sides want the Wormhole nearby for themselves.

[markofnobility]

Right near where you are. You fear he will be caught in the battles.

[ a seemingly peaceful goal caught in the brutality of reality. It's not hard to make the correlations between it and here, even for Ferdinand. Why Quark was so furious with Athena after Typhon appeared. Why Alex's death cut so deep even beyond all of their affection for him.

He feels suddenly hyper-aware of himself and hates it]

[latinumsbetter]

He already has been. More than once. Almost died. I thought he'd give it up and back out after the first time, but that stubbornness of his--[Quark shakes his head] Of all the things he had to get from me.

[markofnobility]

Stubborness can be a virtue in the right hands.

Even so... is that why you took Athena's offer?

[ there are things a god can do that a barkeep can not]

[latinumsbetter]

...yeah.

[But...that's not important right now. And really, what more is there to say? Quark's lips purse a bit, fingers drumming on his arm.]

Y'know, I keep thinking about the first time, lately.

[markofnobility]

The first time?

[latinumsbetter]

The first time he almost died.