Week four

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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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Sunday

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Monday

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Tuesday

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Wednesday

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Thursday

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MOTIVE: The World Does Not Tend To Forgive

[letsplayamod]

[It’s around that time again that those outside today will be faced with a rapidly growing cloud cover, and a wave of red.]

Still you persist. Unfortunate. But I am a lenient captor… There is much I can provide to those seeking a change.

Look to the skies.

[Looking up, all that’s there is a swirling mass of clouds. Instead of threatening to storm, however, they begin to part in the middle. Like a great curtain opening on a play - and it’s almost exactly that. Somehow, images begin to play of an argument between two ‘friends’. One familiar, the other not.

And what an argument it is.]

What a pity. Past regrets, embarrassing moments, shameful reminders. If only they could simply vanish, eh? Well, that is what I am offering to you, now.

Bloody your hands this week, and I will fix your greatest shame. If you refuse, I will bring it to bear for all in the world to see! The choice… is yours.

Either way, I’m sure it will be entertaining.

[The clouds disperse. It was a nice day, while it lasted.]

[latinumsbetter]

[Quark’s Sunday morning starts before he even gets out of bed. In fact, he’s asleep at the moment. He’s curled up in his bed, shifting restlessly, and occasionally making distressed noises. One might think that he’s having a bad dream. Fortunately, there’s an alicorn for that.

Eventually, though, he wakes up from that, and once more goes about his day. Sort of. This time, he has Alex’s creation to take care of, as well as a dog. So that’s the first order of business, figuring out how to swaddle it again. He ends up in the pantry with a crying not-Crito-creation and a whining dog]

Alright, alright, look, I’m trying to figure out what something like you eats!

[this, unfortunately, does not seem to make the anyone make less noise about it.

Once that’s all figured out, however, Quark is going to go find Ferdinand for a very specific task. After that’s completed, he’s going to head downstairs to investigate their new floor. He’s going to walk through, slowly, seeing if he can hear anything that most people wouldn’t pick up.

After he’s taken a measure of the floor, he’s going to go look for Velvet. He has a couple questions to ask.

Finally, in the evening, he can be found, as usual, at the bar.]

statue time

[markofnobility]

[ consistant as a clock Ferdinand is very easy to find. This time of day sees him doing his own feeding: of Derick, specificly. So he's out in the open of the outdoor area, tossing the wyvern bloody scraps and laughing as Derick swoops to catch them midair]

As skilled as ever!

[latinumsbetter]

[Quark will just invite himself over, then, standing next to Ferdinand and folding his arms, tilting his head back to watch the Wyvern fly]

You know, I've been to some pretty far reaches of space, but I don't think I've ever seen anything like that.

[markofnobility]

Really, nothing even close?

[That sounds so strange to Ferdinand]

[latinumsbetter]

Nope. I mean, maybe there's something like this out there in the universe, but nowhere I know of.

[tailoredfate]

[Oh. She could kiss Athena for a gift this fine.

After a quick investigation of the newly opened floor, it might not be a surprise to anyone who's read enough of the profiles that Aglaea makes a beeline straight for the bath house.

... Maybe bath house is a bit of a strong word. It's not even a fragment of the size of the Marmoreal Palace, barely even larger than the Hero's Bath for the Chrysos Heirs. But it's a fine bathing chamber, the smells and sounds of the fresh water cascading into the pool sinking deep into her bones before she even steps in.

After a quick return to her room to cleanse as best she can and not sully the waters of the bath, she returns - and for the sake of the others who might not grasp the full luxury of a bath like this in the nude, grabs one of the offered swimsuits. There's... almost an eagerness to Aglaea that hasn't been seen in the past weeks as she steps into the bath, and when she settles shoulder-deep into the water besides one of the cascading falls, she lets out a deep, satisfied sigh.]

Ahhh... now this was worth the wait.


[Later - much, much later, late into the evening - Aglaea finally emerges from the baths, finally relaxed and more at ease after the horrors of the past few weeks. She wanders over to the library, idly skimming through books and scrolls, until the title of one scroll catches her eye. With a hum of curiosity, she pulls it out, skimming through it.... and sighs.]

... Hm. I'm not surprised their story would ignite the fantasies of others this way...

[markofnobility]

Then you have not had the chance to see the beauty of them in the wild. In the winter they fly over Aegir towards the sea on their migrations... Such a sight as dozens of massive creatures flying in formation... it inspires in ways few things can.

investigation!

[necromants]

[Another week starts with two more dead. Just how long will this continue? How many more are we going to lose? Well, that's not something worth dwelling on, so instead Zvei's out and about - up either ridiculously early or ridiculously late, depending on your point of view. He's out at the barrier intending to get a better look at it. Typhon seems to be unable to cross it, but it's been awhile since Athena was here... how's it holding up without her around? Zvei is by no means an expert in all forms of magic (particularly from other worlds) but he knows a thing or two about creating barriers, so he may as well check it out, right?

Of course, there's always some fun things to be obtained from the cornucopia... Or maybe not. Zvei is immediately going to try to get that horrible book open because he has a one track mind and that mind is set on Knowledge. And also the horrible book is just funny. But later on perhaps he's playing a certain someone's regain and nodding like He Totally Gets It Now. Or maybe you can find him chasing after the Zubats and trying to befriend them. Take your pick, there's a lot to work with here.

Later on in the day he's gone to check out the new areas! Unsurprisingly, Zvei is immediately making himself at home in the library. No, he is not leaving for the rest of the day. He is forgetting to eat and he might even forget to sleep with how many books there are to look through. He cannot be stopped.

Chances are you'll come across him with numerous books in hand (and tentacle) flipping through the pages as he looks for something of interest; some he puts back, but most are placed in a growing pile at his feet... oh god there are so many books already and he's only barely started. This is exactly the kind of hell he enjoys. Of course, he'll eventually notice you, and wave a free tentacle in greeting.]

Good afternoon! Evening? Hmm, I seem to have lost track of time... Regardless! What do you think of our new library? I can confirm the selection is quite amazing!

[latinumsbetter]

I'll have to take your word for it.

[anyway, as for what he's really here for--]

Hey, you got a minute when you're done here? I could use a hand with something.

[markofnobility]

[It's a good thing Quark redirects him, because he was this close to getting a lecture about wyvern domestication]

A hand? Of course, just let me wash up. He's had the bulk of his breakfast already.

[He whistles Derick down to give him the last few treats, giving his horns a few rubs before making his way to the temple to take care of the bits of blood on his hands]

[stringup]

[ Velvet can be found in the crafts room, where she's hunched over some project with a carving knife and chisel. It looks like she's in the middle of crafting a doll. ]

[literarybehemoth]

[Ah, the weekend continues to suck... well. Manulov will have to see how this week goes. Probably badly, still. They did get access to some new areas after last week's unpleasantness, though, so perhaps this week is the same...?

And ah, it is! How delightful. Time to give the new floor a look. And hmm...! He wanders into the channeling room first, giving it a curious once-over.]

...hm. I wonder who this is for? An oracle, perhaps? I'd think to keep wary of toxic gases, but gods exist in this world...

[hmmm... well, anyway. fuck that. once he's in the library he's done. god. actual books instead of burned scrolls. he's so blissed out. he's reading Crime and Punishment and taking notes.]

...Curious. Why is it so similar? If not for the species involved, it would barely read any differently...

Library TRAIN WRECK, TRAIN WRECK

[taintedfayth]

[... yeah, Seymour is absolutely not at all surprised to find Zvei in here after their first meeting in the scroll storage. Nor is he surprised to see the massive pile of books accumulating near Zvei's feet... something he's a bit glad for, as he can think of it as a pre-screening of sorts in terms of which books will likely be interesting or useful to him as well.]

Evening, by now. Have you been in here all day?

[It's honestly kind of a rhetorical question, but.]

[necromants]

[You likely aren't wrong, given Zvei's interest in all things nonfiction and potentially useful... Anyway, he turns at that, expression widening into a grin.]

Most of the day. I did receive something particularly interesting earlier, though! You're just the man I wanted to see!

[And from his pocket, he fishes out... Well, Jyscal's Sphere. He holds it out to Seymour without asking if it's his because he hardly needs to. He's already listened to it, after all.]

[taintedfayth]

[The something that flashes across Seymour's eyes before he is able to school his expression entirely makes it quite clear that he knows exactly what that sphere is and what it contains. Still, his face stays neutral for the most part as he waves his hand in a dismissive gesture, indicating that he doesn't want - or need - to take it.]

... I see. So it would send that here.

[If he's at all upset by that fact, it doesn't come across in his voice, calm and level as ever.]

[necromants]

Are you sure you don't want it? Probably best not to let it fall into the wrong hands - just to be safe, of course~

[Not that he can imagine anyone here getting it in their head to go after Seymour for a murder victim, but you never know.]

I'll admit I'm quite curious about it.

[He leaves it there for now, just to see if Seymour is willing to talk about it.]

[taintedfayth]

[Well, that actually gets an eyebrow raise out of Seymour, if only because that isn't the reaction he was expecting. (It certainly wasn't the reaction he'd received back in his world...)

Now he does turn that hand over to indicate that if Zvei is offering, he will in fact take it.]

I will not deny its contents-- I did kill my father, just as he said.

[For the moment, he'll just wait to see how Zvei takes that bit of information before he proceeds.]

[necromants]

[When has Zvei ever had a normal reaction, though... Anyway, here you go! All yours, bud.]

He seemed awfully eager to take the blame for your actions. Was he a terrible father? Did that have anything to do with why you killed him? Or was he merely in your way?

[The questions are all curious, not pointed. Not judging either, because like hell if he has any room to judge Seymour for killing someone.]

[taintedfayth]

[He'll take the sphere and tuck it away carefully into his robe. The fewer people who know this exists, the better!]

You have read my plaque, have you not? I am half Guado and half human. As you could see, the Guado is from my father's side.

[Now he lets the beginnings of a grim, bitter smile creep onto his face.]

My father valued appearances and status above all else. In an attempt to curry favor with both the Guado and the humans, he took a human wife and sired a child with her. But it did not go the way he expected when that child was labeled an abomination by both sides.