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

Comments

[latinumsbetter]

[Ranma girl wtf is your life]

...alright, I'm still trying to make it past the part where your dad went swanning into some place with signs that he couldn't read.

[who does that???? (Says the guy in a universe with universal translators)]

[treebornekettlegirl]

[Never dull and not exciting?]

Pop's not the brightest when it comes to ideas. He thinks more with his gut than his head.

[Everyone in Nerima is the 'leap across a spring before checking if its cursed' type, but her father holds the world championship title for it.]

[latinumsbetter]

Yeah, I can tell. [dryly] Sounds like a real pain.

[treebornekettlegirl]

[Took the words right out her mouth.]

You don't know the half of it. He's gotten me in all sorts of trouble 'cuz of it. But after the first couple o' years, I learnt how to not put up with his crap.

[On the bright side(?), one boon(?) to living with Genma Saotome often leaves one with a high tolerance and a keen eye for bullshit.]

[latinumsbetter]

[Quark looks amused at that]

Yeah? You give him what for, or what?

[treebornekettlegirl]

[A devious grin as she punches her fist into her palm, knuckles cracking audibly.]

Every time. Tit-for-tat, y'know?

[latinumsbetter]

Sounds like he deserves it. [with humor]

You think he's gonna keep gettin' you into trouble like this?

[treebornekettlegirl]

[Putting it mildly there.]

Yup.

[Drawling that word. She fully anticipates it at this point.]

Pop's got a penchant for makin' promises to people and bailin' on them to avoid honoring his end of their bargain.

[And when those guys inevitably track him down, throw his son under the bus to avoid it. So much for taking responsibility, eh.]

[latinumsbetter]

[Quark huffs out a sigh of annoyance.]

I imagine you'd be bringing him along, if you decide to keep your job once we get outta here.

[treebornekettlegirl]

Nah, he'd never be--

[Record scratch!]

Keep my job?

[latinumsbetter]

Well, sure. I'll have to outfit the bar with a different kitchen, but I would consider that a solid investment on my part. Offering non-replicated food could certainly be a selling point, especially for nostalgic hyu-mons in Starfleet.