Week one

[letsplayamod]

You've all met Athena, and she's made her point quite clear. She's fully committed to making this world better, and you're the ones who agreed to lend a hand. Something she's obviously quite thankful for.

It's really not so bad around here. Despite the sky, and the state of the land, things are fairly calm. You've got plenty of time to get used to it, and each other. Maybe this'll be easier than it seems.

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Monday

[letsplayamod]

[markofnobility]

[ so that certainly was an exciting day! Ferdinand spent most of Sunday processing things, but when the next day comes and he doesn't wake up in his camp cot or as a corpse... well, this is the new reality. And it is time to treat it as such.

And if there is one thing that helps ease Ferdinand von Aegir's heart when it is at it's stormiest, it is routine. So after proper morning grooming he heads out to make himself some breakfast. He is far from an experinced cook- growing up there were servants for that. But preparing class meals was a required task in the Monastery and on marches you managed on your own some nights or not at all. So he manages to put together a simple but filing meal for himself. Lightly grilled fish, a poached egg, bread with a bit of cream and some cut fruit as a treat. And of course tea. It took some time to find the leaves and a kettle for them, but he certainly was not starting the day without.

Note he is doing this exceptionaly early, though with the shaded sky who can exactly say when "morning" even is. Either way, when others drag themselves out he is already bright eyed and ready, giving a cheery wave and greeting from the massive dining table]

Good morning!

[ usually after breakfast he would go for brisk morning ride. But there seem to be no horses here. And being a Pegasus, surely Luna would not allow him to ride her. So he is left with a rousing bout of morning jogging around the island grounds. It also gives him a chance to learn the layout of the place better, after all!

With a bit of his endless energy burned off, Ferdinand retires to his quarters to freshen up before spending the afternoon exploring- especially spending a great while at the Hero's Pavillion, going over each plaque with intense focus, even mouthing the writing to himself as he goes.]

JOCKS GOING ON JOGS LETS GO

[catsgothistongue]

[Ferdinand isn't the only early bird in their pantheon. Somebody else had gotten up before the rest broke from their slumber. It was habit at this point, even without his old man acting as his alarm clock (trans. getting booted out of bed and into the nearest pond). And after yesterday, getting the meet a literal goddess, being granted godhood and unforeseen power and status that comes with the title, Ranma couldn't stay asleep for long.

Hence...]

Yo, Ferdie!

[The ex-noble will hear and see a certain pigtailed boy during his job. He was wearing the black sweat shirt like he normally does, with his red Tang shirt draping over the branch he was hanging upside by the legs. Because as nifty as the training grounds Athena laid out for them was, nothing beats going back to what he's familiar with.

Ranma's arms remain behind his head while he does one more crunch, with a casual upside-down smile on his face.]

Y'going for a run?

[markofnobility]

Ranma! Good morning!

[Ferdinand at least had the foresight to dress down- as much as his jacket and other layers are built to soak blows and handle long rides, they are a bit... heavy... for running. So he's in just his blouse with the sleeves rolled up, alongside his trousers and thick boots]

That I am. The early morning is ideal for burning off some energy!

Pavilion

[tailoredfate]

Find anything interesting?

[Ferdinand's not the only one still investigating their surroundings. It's... a little irritating, Aglaea finds, that she can't just stretch her threads out and do it the way she's used to. But while she hasn't found any restrictions to her control over her threads, there's no feedback. No flow of thought and information that she can sift through to gain more knowledge on their situation.

She hasn't felt this way for almost a thousand years. It bothers her. But she's good at schooling herself into an easy look of neutrality, so there's no tension as she approaches the young man.]

If this Athena wanted to gather a colorful pantheon, I must admit, she succeeded with high marks in that regard.

[markofnobility]

She certainly did! But better that than a group of dour gods, right?

[he cups his chin in thought]

As for interesting... well certainly, though not in unraveling the mysteries of this place, if that is what you mean. I intend to memorize everyone's names and faces.

LET'S GO LESBIANS

[sweetsynergy]

[Jogging is not usually a competitive sport. But as Vanity trots out next to Ferdinand's path, she very carefully pulls just ahead of him in pace.]

[markofnobility]

[He smiled at first... then realized what she was doing.

Oh. This is the game we're playing then? He puts more pep in his step to return to jogging abreast]

Good morning Vanity.

Breakfast

[yourheroine]

Good morning.

[Aoi lifts her arm up in greeting after leaving the pantry with a package of gummy bears and a loaf of bread.]

pavilion

[necromants]

Find anything particularly interesting?

[Hello Ferdinand, are you enjoying the silence, because Zvei is not. He is going to interrupt!!]

It is a little rude of them to display such information about us without asking first...

hero's pavilion

[rockymountaindie]

[ Ahhh, Ferdinand. The one who was almost dead, but not. Alex finds himself a little envious.

He would be moreso if Ferdinand didn't also have That Number on his own plaque. Even if he's learned and is...trying, very hard, to understand that Death doesn't have its influence here, it still gives him pause. He sort of wants to give Ferdinand space.

.......Except the dude is like. STUDYING those plaques, when Alex walks by him, and like. That's weird? That's weird. ]

What're ya doin' man?

Hero's Pavillion

[latinumsbetter]

[Quark lifts an arm and sets it on Snow White's shoulder--or her statue's shoulder, anyway, watching Ferdinand reading those plaques with amusement.]

Don't hurt yourself.

jogging

[raisethemoon]

[Regardless of riding, here is Luna!]

Ah! Are you exercising?

[An obvious question, but she's just pleased for an obvious topic of conversation. She'll easily keep pace with him as he runs.]

Open + INVEST

[latinumsbetter]

[Quark isn't a particular early riser. So sometime mid-morning, he can be found in the kitchen. He's pulled several things out of the drawers and the pantry: a handful of pots and pans, a salt shaker, two zucchinis, three forks, five knives, a bag of dried spaghetti, an egg beater, one large knife, and an eggplant. It's strewn over the counters and the stove, the latter of which he's scowling at, hands on his hips, looking increasingly irriated]

One raktajino, hot, extra slug foam. [a beat] Snail steaks, cooked medium rare. [his scowl deepens] Icoberry tort with whipped grub silk. [he's got a full on snarl now]

Come on, you stupid thing! Work! [and he's going to just uh...kick the oven with his toe, making a banging sound.] At least give me a panel to input recipes or something!

[later, after the kitchen debaucle, Quark is going to go for a walk around the area. He starts at the stairs in the temple, circling around the area clockwise and stepping into whatever areas he can and walking their parameter. Once that's done, he'll head through the Hero's Pavillion, circling the area and then their rooms, before moving on towards the garden, following around the parameter and then through the middle before he steps back out, walking the rest of the area until it finally takes him back to the gardens, and then back up the middle. He takes his time, checking out each area with seeming casualness (one might call it investigating had it seemed to have any more intent,) strolling through what they have access to, just listening. If there's any interesting or odd sounds, he'll move towards those, as long as they don't seem to take him anywhere too dangerous looking. And even then...he might consider it.

After that's done, he'll bring himself back to the scroll room where one might find him...doing some organizing. He unrolls every scroll and opens every tome he comes across, skims through it if it's legible, and then rolls it back up. He then sets it in some kind of order that he's apparently got in his head, working through the available material.

Once he's done that to his own content, he heads back towards the gardens, stopping just outside. There, he clears his throat, before speaking out loud, voice raised:]

Athena. If you'd be so kind, I'd like to have a word or two with you.

Kitchen

[yourheroine]

[Aoi turns the corner and finds Quark in a pickle. Wait, no, that's a zucchini.]

...are you fighting with the oven?

Kitchen

[sweetsynergy]

[Vanity walks in. Watches this display for a moment.]

[Proceeds to load up the coffee maker and start it, hopping up to sit on the counter as it begins percolating.]

Did being tactful not work?

scroll room

[literarybehemoth]

[........]

I feel like we ought to put up a sign determining the sorting order so we do not have everyone sorting them separately.

scroll room

[necromants]

[Zvei enters after some time, hanging out in the doorway and watching for a moment before speaking up.]

It would be nice to have some organization in here... Have you found anything particularly interesting? About the history of this place, possibly? I didn't have much luck last night...

[Admittedly, this is because he kept getting distracted reading just about every single scroll he opened, but that is not the point!!]

Scroll Room

[cannotunravel]

What's the new organizing criteria?

[Still not saying hi, but yeah. Misane has periodically checked if someone has come by to reorganize the scrolls, and she takes mental note of it. It's...kind of frustrating, if she has to be honest, but whatever]

Kitchen

[catsgothistongue]

You're gonna make yourself deaf if you keep the yellin' up.

[And then there's this asshole, perching himself on the count, watching the sad comedy hour show starring the main star from the stars, Quark.]

D'ya not know how to use an oven?

[Rhetorical question, he already knows the answer he's basically offering to help in a roundabout way]

kitchen

[rockymountaindie]

[ There's a light, light chuckle from the doorway. Alex enters, though slowly, keeping his distance. ]

Doesn't work like that. Sorry. You're gonna have to cook if you want any... D'you say snail steaks?

[ He is, for the record, a lot less...wound up than yesterday. Still carrying an overwhelming aura of anxiety, but more down-to-earth. ]

scoll room

[psychonductor]

[Quark is in here, dutifully tidying everything. Crito watches for a moment, and starts to mirror his behaviour. Picking up the meticulously sorted scrolls, looking through them with a thoughtfully slow nod, and then chucking them in a pile. They’re just. Doing this until he says anything, wordlessly.]

scroll room

[murchada]

...Hey. Careful with those.

Athena

[mygoodbye]

Certainly.

[She sounds just out of Quark's view for a couple agonizing seconds. Then, she's standing over the gardens, peering down sullenly at them before looking up to him.]

How may I assist, Quark?

Inestigation

[letsplayamod]

[The most curious thing about this place is how empty it sounds. Apart from the others, and the rumbling storms in the distance, this place was quiet as the grave.

...And yet, there's a hum. Some kind of energy is here, if Quark really focuses.]