Week Five

[letsplayamod]

Two more have left your side, gone to wherever Typhon has whisked them away to. And, no matter how little you might care about his threats, it seems that he's got no intention of stopping them anytime soon. Unfortunately, there's no sign of Athena on the horizon either, but perhaps those statues that bear a remarkable similarity to her might be the key you need to overthrowing the Titan before things get worse.

In better news, a new floor has once again revealed itself. You're free to venture further down into the island - perhaps further than you'd think was possible.

Even the less perceptive among you might notice how all around you, things seem to be... healing. Even your living area has experienced a noticeable shift. Plants are greener, a few flowers are in bloom. The sun shines bright. Despite it all, life continues alongside you. Or, perhaps, because of you.

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Quark's Bar

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Sunday

[letsplayamod]

YOU KNOW WHERE also Invest lmao

[latinumsbetter]

[Quark wanders downstairs after going through his morning routine. Best get a good look around the place and listen for anything interesting.

He recoils from the heat of the forge a bit, and peers into the crafts room with a curious look. Then, finally, he reaches the last door...and finds himself looking at a room covered in grapevines. Quark's eyes narrow as he steps further into the room, taking a look around--and spots the counter in the back.]

...no. Don't tell me--

[He hurries across the room to the counter, reaching out to run his hand over it almost wonderingly. Then he leans forward to peer behind it, and his eyes widen at what he thinks he spots back there. He steps around the counter, moving slowly, as if he goes any faster, he'll find this all to be a dream. He touches the bottles, the casks, taking in the labels. There's a grin on his face that stretches wider and wider as he finally steps back to look at the entirety of what's behind the bar. He turns back to the rest of the room, taking that all in next. Then, it all seems to sink in.

This is a bar.

Quark lets out a whoop, not even bothering to go around; he vaults himself up over the counter, sliding across it to get to the other side start moving at a near jog to head upstairs to go get everything from the Eatery and move it down.

He laughs, brightly, jumping up and clicking his heels together at the luck of it.

He can be found the rest of the day moving things from the Eatery down to the the Bar and setting it up. If you're one of the people that now work at the bar, Quark will probably rope you into helping. Though...let's be real, most people he'll probably try to rope into helping a little bit. He'll also be putting together a new sign, even!]

moving

[sweetsynergy]

[As she's carrying something that looks way too heavy for someone of her frame-]

You planning on leaving the eatery alone entirely, or keeping it as a satellite location?

moving

[raisethemoon]

[ Luna, at least, can just lift a ton of stuff at once with magic! ]

Well! I am excited to try a drink from you with your own choice of ingredients!

investigation

[letsplayamod]

[Quark hears the quiet bubbling of pipes behind the walls and ceiling. Water and... magma? Both moving to their destination.

The droning he sensed, from the statue on the above floor, is not present.]

Bar

[cannotunravel]

Ah. A place for you to take over.

[You seem ecstatic, Quark, this is so nice. Misane seems amused, but truthfully there's some slight delight in her normally stoic expression]

Will you also bring up your bed mattress to sleep behind the counter and be here 24/7?

[wow misane dont tease the ferengi]

[tailoredfate]

[Another sunday, another scout of the new facilities available to them. The bathhouse was truly the best gift Aglaea could hope for, so she takes her time getting up, getting breakfast, and relaxing at the bath house for an hour or so. Once the last bits of tension from the past few days melt away, she gets out of the water, dries off, and heads downstairs.

The forge holds her interest for just a moment, and she has to pause and chuckle a little at the bar - she's sure Quark is going to be living there for the next few weeks. She turns, making her way through the winding hall protecting the next room from the forge's heat, and-]

... Ah.

[... This must be like what Cifera feels, when she sees something particular shiny. Or when she buries her face in a fresh pile of catnip. The Craft Room is gorgeous - the parchment and quills are nice, the spools of ribbons and streamers of all colors catch her eye for a few moments, but what truly enraptures her is the loom. She zeroes in on that like she's in a trance, reaching out and running her fingers along the smooth wood of it. She spies the bolts of fabric, all sorts of colors and patterns and textures, the thread and the yarn, and lets out a slow breath.]

Absolutely gorgeous.

Craft Room

[latinumsbetter]

[Quark is passing by on the way from the Bar to the Eatery, and pauses in the doorway when he spots Aglaea there. He makes an abrupt change of direction, turning to walk into the Craft Room.]

Don't you look pleased.

craft room

[sweetsynergy]

Thanks for noticing, but I'm not really looking for a relationship right now.

[That's a joke. Mostly.]

craft room

[raisethemoon]

Oh! How exciting!

[ Luna may not wear clothes on the regular, but apparently she still knows a loom when she sees it! She's interested in the craft, even, if not experienced herself! ]

Are you going to make yourself some new clothes? I have noticed how important they are to humans!

investigation?

[raisethemoon]

[ Luna heads to the cornucopia this morning; it's been a little while since she bothered, even though she knows by now that one or two items from her world have appeared. What on earth would she really need to recover? Maybe Tiberius? But on the whole, she would much rather he were not here!

What ends up happening is a short shriek as the princess is buried beneath a pile of plushies!

She extricates herself, of course, and sits there for a while sorting through her other finds. One of the plushies, a large blue cat that fits her aesthetic, is sitting next to her. Seems like at least this one is staying.

The new rooms are interesting, but only Quark's new location is of particular interest to Luna. She spends a good portion of the day in the garden instead, walking up and down the rows and doing what she can to tend to the plants. They've been doing better and better...but, seeing the changes to the enter environment, Luna's not sure it proves her test about earth pony magic after all. It is nice to see, though! ]

We may be able to start eating more homegrown food soon!

[ By the end of the day, she seems to be a bit more tired than usual. She lays out on the cliffs after raising the moon, looking up at the night sky. The moon here responds to her call, at least, but perhaps she could try to commune with these stars as she might her own? Or anything else, perhaps? She closes her eyes and tries reaching out with her magic. ]

Monday

[letsplayamod]

[latinumsbetter]

[ This afternoon, Quark has deiced to cash in some of those Tokens. As a result he's got several different piles of items that he's sorting through while Fritz the dog, the Beige Eye-pod and Critwo watch from the sidelines. He makes a pleased sound when he finds another bottle of the Good Stuff, and let's out a "Ha!" when he finds the outfit, gleefully folding it and setting it to the side. The diamond gem he snatches up and examines with something like glee.]

If this is what I think it is, Zvei better have been saving.

[he then startles as a large bumblebee comes flying out, but growing up on Ferenginar, Quark is no stranger to overly-large bugs. He leans back a little, eyeing it]

And what are you, then?

[once he's sure that the bee Is Fine and won't sting him, he continues sorting--and making a shocked noise when he finds the data pad. It's obviously some stranger kind of make, but opening it and starting to read through makes it immediately apparent it belongs to. He can be found still flipping through it for longer than he probably should.]

[markofnobility]

Good afternoon, Quark.

[Ferdinand's mood from the post trial seems to be a bit better, and he smiles brightly- even if he still looks pretty damn tired.]

Find anything good for your store?

Tuesday

[letsplayamod]

MOTIVE: For The Fallen and Afraid

[letsplayamod]

[Thunder clashes in the clear sky. Before the clouds have finished forming, Typhon is already raining his voice down upon you.]

Dealing with the rest of you is becoming a nuisance. This world is meant to be mine, and your presence in it prevents that from being absolute! That is why, this week calls for more in the way of violence. More bloodshed!

[His voice drips with contempt as he begins.]

Death must come this week. And the gift you would claim is a mighty one: I will bring someone from your death back to life. It will be as if they had never died. Surely, that is worth the price of blood on your hands.

Deny it all you like. I eagerly await the response.

[You feel his presence disappear. You are left to mull that motive over.]

[catsgothistongue]

[After such an eventful start to another day (and another countdown before someone caves, as the patterns before foretold), Ranma destresses by paying a visit and tokens to the cornucopia. Items dispensed, Ranma sifts through them like he normally does. One may catch him tittering at a pig plushie turning it inside out into a man like there's some inside joke only he's in on, staring blankly at a very distracting item with an intense yet vacant expression, trying out the nunchucks swinging it wildly yet precisely and trading it in his hands with expertise, or--]

Why does this thing keep dumping second-handed murder weapons on me...

[Louring at another knife that's nearly fully caked in blood. If any of the Final Destinations were around, they'd undoubtedly call this a bad sign for the young martial artist. But they aren't (and op just made themself sad) so he'll trash it like the rest. Certain items, he's got a good idea on who might like them. Ranma'll walk around the area, munching on the burger heeding no mind to it being in the pile with the knife and toting a blanket juryrigged into a sack on his back, he's currently seeking out Aoi and Mutsumi wherever they may be.

Omega busted up his shoes, and while he doesn't mind walking around barefooted like he's Riful, these are his only footwear he's got. Gotta fix them. Ranma steps foot into the newest crafts room, sitting on one of the tables with a needle and thread, and gets to reattaching the soles to his flats instead of letting them hang off so pathetically. Looking around a bit longer, he slips a ball of red yarn into his pocket as he examines the loom with a delighted expression.

Finally... They can make more clothes to add to their wardrobes. It's bigger than the machines he's used, but he's nothing if not a quick learner.]

[stringup]

[ How does one cope with yet another distressing Tuesday? By keeping busy.

Very early in the morning, possibly before Typhon's announcement, Velvet is briefly at the hero's pavilion to leave a bunny plushie at Ai's statue. She doesn't do anything besides smooth it out and straighten its bow before she props it to sit at the foot of the statue.

After the announcement and once she's sobered up from drinking at Quark's bar (which happens sooner than you'd expect), she can be found in the second floor crafts room. A doll sits on the work desk; the wood and clay body is mostly complete, while Velvet seems to be bent over busy with something. She's wearing a pair of bracers that look to be made of white and green jade, and currently drawing details on the doll's face with a brush and some ink. More interestingly, there are several pairs of spectral-seeming hands busy processing the quartz crystal she got a few days ago, which has now been broken up into smaller chunks. Two of them are being ground down and polished on sandpaper into spherical shapes, and one chunk is being polished like it'll be inserted into jewellery later.

It may in fact feel a bit surreal to watch Velvet at work—like she's going through tasks that might normally take hours with an uncanny dexterity and focus.

Later, you can find her in the fourth floor crafts room browsing through the various yarns and fabrics. ]

...I suppose I should keep it simple... I can probably finish it tonight, and the sooner, the better...

Wednesday

[letsplayamod]

[markofnobility]

[This week has been absolute shit.

Ferdinand was unable to go right to his chores thanks to the attack, and so his entire schedule is fucked. He finally managed a few hours the night before- which he's grateful for because how the hell would he have been able to fight otherwise- but the battle had drained what energy he had managed to drag back. The pink scar on his lip from Omega pistolwhipping him the day before is still very obvious and he keeps prodding it with his tongue.

It's only through a sense of responsibility and stubborn will that he takes care of the animals- but he refuses to show up for patrol at all. Instead he stops by the armory to clean and maintain Assal and Ochain.

Other than coming to work at the bar in the evening like usual he just hangs out in the library, trying to find something to read. He must be in a foul mood if he's actually taking a day easy for once]

cw: blood

[stringup]

[ Well. That all happened.

Velvet is about to...well, she's torn between accosting a certain robot for Reasons, or letting her head cool off first by heading back to the crafts room to put some finishing touches on her latest project, if she's being honest.

She doesn't really get to make a decision because not long after the battle, she feels an unfortunately-familiar stinging sensation in her palms. When she looks down, she sees the skin has split open, blood just...spilling and dripping seemingly endlessly from both hands. ]

Oh, come on—

[ This is unfortunately inevitable, which she already knew, but she was hoping she didn't have to deal with it this soon.

You might find her making her way to one of the bathrooms with her sleeves utterly soaked in blood, trying to not lead a misleading trail.

Later, once she has acquired bandages (that are nonetheless getting soaked through), she is going out to vaguely where she knows Omega and Ferdinand's usual patrol routes are. She's decided she's pretty mad, actually! ]

Omega! We need to fucking talk!

INVESTIGATION, sorry mods

[sweetsynergy]

[Well this morning sure was a thing, huh.]

[Vanity disappears for a bit once the dust settles, reappearing with- her hair has technically been styled. The sheared-off portion has been smoothed out as best possible, in what is probably meant to be as much of a bob as possible with her existing undercut.]

[It's very diagonal. Tapered, maybe.]

[Never before has she looked so prepared to demand Typhon's manager.]

[She spends some time quietly inspecting the new Laurie statue, frowning as she paces around it.]

...you know what, fuck it.

[Bathouse time. (wah)]

[For a chunk of the afternoon, Vanity is just soaking in the main unisex area of the bathhouse, sunk up to the nose at the tub's edge. A tall glass of iced coffee sits carefully at the rim nearby, at varying levels of full or empty as the day progresses.]

You know I don't know that this should actually be something that's just totally public, but whoever came up with this as a concept was cooking.

[Once the remaining dust and soreness from the fight has leeched out of her body into the hot water, she makes her way to the armory and starts looking it over in earnest.]

[Full disclosure, she's looking for any claw-based or punchy weapons for herself, but she'll take note of anything interesting here. What we got, mods?]

Thursday

[letsplayamod]

[markofnobility]

[Today is another day, and Ferdinand is feeling a bit more steady. So you might catch him going into his room, pausing to stare into it-

-and then spending all afternoon hauling a bunch of stuff out. So so much stuff. Eventually he ends up with it all (excluding the food and animals of course) set out in the pavilion with the Ferengi horror sting of a sign:]

Free to a good home

[He keeps the door open as he finishes tidying in there, if anyone wants to pester him though!]

(( Here, Here, Here, annnnd Here!))

[eeeonetwothree]

[ Those who get up early in the morning can spot Omega coming from The Forge, and he's repaired his eye, though there's the conspicuous spilling of mech fluid and coolant from where he'd been damaged. It makes him look as though he's been crying, though he's incapable of doing stuff. Yay symbolism?

Eagle eyed visitors may notice dents and hammers in his overall chassis though. He's been opened and closed back up multiple times. What has been doing?

Either way, he makes a visit to the Cornucopia, and finding nothing for himself, sets everything outside Quark's Bar in a neatly organized pile, for anyone to take. If anything is yours, it seems you can just take it; either way, he's not just throwing it off a cliff this time.

Afterwards, he's going to continue to patrol. For all his talk of increased vigilance, he's sticking to the outside edges of the island, and deliberately avoiding everyone. Just what is going on with him? ]