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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Tuesday

[letsplayamod]

[cannotunravel]

[Misane is a little bit antsy after a couple days. Perhaps you'll find her in the eatery, massaging her temples with her fingers. When she notices someone, she looks up and asks:]

Have you seen my Bitphone?

[She's starting to feel a little stressed without it. A person being without a Bitphone for extended periods of time is pretty much unheard of in her day and age...!

Later, though, if you go to the cornucopia, maybe you're there to obtain riches. Look! You might have tried to, but out of the horn of plenty there comes Misane! You have obtained Misane Mikoto. You can't keep her, though]

Eatery

[sweetsynergy]

[Vanity sips on a mug of passable-looking coffee.]

Something you woke up missing, I take it?

cornucopia

[rockymountaindie]

[ Alex is walking by the cornucopia. Not really going towards it? But. There's a sound. Something's inside of it, and that draws his attention. Head tilted, he approaches slowly, cautiously...

Aaaand gets himself a surprise! ]

M- Misane?! [ FULL ON DOUBLE-TAKE. ] Wh-what're you doing in there?!

[ He hurries over to see if she needs a hand out or if she's stuck. Because of course he does. ]

cornucopia

[psychonductor]

[Crito peers in to where Misane has crawled in, and -]

Room for two?

[pariunt]

[By the time Tuesday rolls around, it’s clear that Astarion is incredibly anxious. He can be found standing at his statue in the pavilion, gazing at it with a strange expression on his face. He’s been here throughout the week, but today is the first time he says something.]

Do I really look like that?

[Later, closer to what might be evening even though it’s difficult to tell given the state of the sky, he can be found off by himself drinking from a wine glass, though it’s obvious given the look of what he’s drinking, and his openness about his… condition, that that’s not wine.]

Pavilion

[sweetsynergy]

[Glancing between Astarion and the statue.]

Seems like a decent likeness. Do you have some kind of complaint?

it’s wine o’ clock

[psychonductor]

[Crito hasn’t had much of a chance to talk to Astarion yet, and they don’t really know what a vampire is, but one thing they do recognise is-]

Is that blood?

[raisethemoon]

[Luna looks between them several times.]

Why - yes, I believe you do.

Pavilion

[tailoredfate]

[... Man, Aglaea doesn't even need her threads to read that Astarion is a coiled spring being wound tighter and tighter. She keeps a distance between them, but still approaches.]

It seems like an accurate enough likeness. Tragic, though, that these were likely made through magic and not the hard work of a sculptor.

[... She's trying to keep things light for now, okay. Maybe ease some of that tension.]

Pavilion

[cannotunravel]

The statue does have remarkable similarities to the actual you. Are you unsatisfied with it?

[What's making you anxious, Astarion?]

[catsgothistongue]

[By the second full day of staying at Not-Mt. Olympus, Ranma's gotten himself both accustomed to the lay of the land and a sufficient game plan for the day: Figure out what the 'God of Flow's' godly powers are. This should be a piece of cake for him out of every other so-called god! Deducing techniques and all the intrinsic details that goes into them is his bread and butter. He'll have it all worked out by the end of the day, or he'll eat his shoes!

He's had this nagging feeling that something's different, something new deep inside. What exactly that is what he's gonna find out!

Meditation is a surefire way to find his focus and get his mind in order. Throughout the early hours of the day, Ranma wasn't doing any katas or shadow boxes like he may have been seen doing the other days. Instead, he'll be found sitting in the lotus position right outside the living quarters. More than likely in front of/close to someone's door, though rule of funny's a persistent one.

This'll continue all the way to breakfast in the eatery, where he can be found meditating once more... except. He's on the table. While doing his meditation upside down. Table manners, he barely knows her!

Afterwards when he's fully concentrated or got dizzy after the blood rushed to his head, he pays the training grounds a visit. The teenage martial artist stands firmly in front of the training dummies, holding his hands out in a claw shape while taking deep, composed breaths... If one looks close enough, they may notice a golden aura start to surround Ranma. A brilliant yellow orb of light begins to bloom in his hands--]

Dammit! [--annnnnd it peters out with a pathetic fizzle, the martial artist furrowing his brows with a glower.] That didn't work either... [He grumbles to himself, not really noticing the onlooker he procured.]

Meditation

[latinumsbetter]

[As Quark comes out of his room near mid-morning, adjusting his jacket, he pauses, blinking at seeing Ranma sitting there. His eyes narrow slightly, but more in recognition and less in suspicion. After a moment, he'll take some steps towards Ranma, stoping next to him with his hands on his hips, looking down.]

Why're you doing that?

training grounds

[necromants]

[Zvei is mostly just exploring and not out here to do any training, but he pauses when he notices Ranma, and moves to watch curiously. He only speaks up when Ranma loses his concentration.]

Are you having difficulties with powers from your own world, or whatever new one you've been given here?

Eatery

[cannotunravel]

Could you not do that on top of the table?

[Ranma what the hell are you doing. Misane has no idea, but she just sees this guy upside down on top of the table, and she wishes he'd keep in mind people need this table]

eatery meditation

[sweetsynergy]

[Okay. That's a thing.]

[...will he notice if she just. Stacks a plate on top of his feet here.]

training

[threeapplestall]

You almost had it... [Probably.]

Here. I got some water for- ah. [Mutsumi unwittingly steps forward into Ranma's ambient Rumiko Takahashi Slapstick Comedy Aura(tm)'s radius, trips, falls flat on her face, and...

The water goes sailing toward Ranma.]

[liedol]

[ A few days have passed and Ai is still here which points to this all not, in fact, being a bizarre dream. Really, it's getting to the point where everything that came before is starting to feel a little dreamlike to her - the pain, the fear and everything else... it should be sharper and more intense but it feels softened at the edges. Maybe whatever that nice Athena lady did to bring her here in one piece is responsible. Or maybe she's crammed it so deep into the back of her mind that she's only hearing faint whispers of what should be screams. Either one.

Her circumstances feel a little too good to be true but if any of what she's been told is remotely accurate, Ai has no choice but to play along. She has no idea what being a god even entails, let alone a goddess of entertainment, but if getting this right means she can go back... no, if it means she can see Aqua and Ruby again...

She'll just have to do her best.

Training seems like a good place to start. There's not really much of her usual routine she can do here, but running is easy. To her relief, the spare outfit hung up in her room is her usual workout gear, so she slips into her sneakers, ties her hair up and gets to moving. She spends a while doing laps around their living quarters with the sort of pace and poise of someone who clearly knows what they're doing. She's mostly moving to clear her head but if she realizes she's been spotted, she'll flash a smile. ]

Wanna run with me? I won't make you keep up, I promise.

[ Eventually her laps take her to the cliff arena. She's not foolish enough to get all the way up to the ledge and risk falling but she at least has a nice view of the sea from up here. And the breeze is a relief after all that running.

If she hears anyone approach, she'll speak up without turning around. ]

Do you think there's anybody else out there?

Cliff

[latinumsbetter]

Maybe. [Quark ambles a little closer, stepping up next to her to look out at the ocean as well.] Hard to say, considering the condition this place is supposed to be in.

[He tilts his head a bit to glance at her]

Why'd you ask?

cliff

[tripartites]

[ an island utterly cut off from the wider world by a barrier of gold.

it disquiets her even now. still, when ai speaks up, sayo glances over. it's a good question. with a hum: ]

... We'd best assume not, until we have more to go on. It isn't as though it makes a difference to us in here, does it?

laps

[raisethemoon]

Oh!

[Luna, as she often is, seems surprised to be approached at all. Running isn't a regular habit of hers, not since well before she had royal duties, but...]

Ah - yes, I...suppose we could do that. I can keep pace with thee!

cliff

[necromants]

[Zvei absolutely would go wander all the way up there, but thankfully he is stopped by Ai already being here and also asking him a question. He hums to himself as he considers before moving to join her.]

I would imagine not, if we were brought here to save this world. Though...

[He inclines his head, considering.]

The rules of this place tell a different story, don't they? "Avoid contact with anyone, or anything, outside the veil."

Cliff

[tailoredfate]

I suppose it depends. Do you believe Athena is honest with us, about why we're here?

[They all agreed to help. Of course Aglaea did, there was no reason to reject it under her circumstances back home. But she'd be a fool to completely trust some unknown god.]

She could be telling the truth. I couldn't tell if she was or not.

[Frustrating. For the first time in a thousand years, her threads are failing her.]

But gods are fickle creatures. For all we know, there could be thriving civilizations across the horizon, and we've been caged here for more nefarious purposes.

[raisethemoon]

[For the first several days of this week, Luna's noticeably out of sorts whenever she's out during the daylight hours. Such is the trouble of switching from being nocturnal to diurnal! Granted, she always spent some time awake in the mornings and evenings, the better to speak to Celestia and...well, mostly just Celestia. But this group is entirely diurnal! She can't just...sleep all day! Can she?

(She could. But there is more than enough to mark her as Other here, even without her history in Equestria. She's afraid to add to it.)

So by late morning, she drags herself out of bed and over to the kitchen to make some food. Usually she does not cook for herself, but she has at least learned how to use a coffee maker.]

...good morning.

[She greets, looking a bit like a Teenager Who Has Just Woken Up, without really looking up. While the coffee brews, she's sorting through the available produce. Apples and other fruit orbit in the air about her like irregular stars.

The coffee helps, anyway. The lack of duties does not. Luna doesn't really know what to do with herself, all alone in some strange world. Her hoofbeats ring on stone as she paces in and out, up and down, before finally heading off in the direction of the training grounds.]

I am...only passingly familiar with some of these.

[A sword, held in her glittering blue magic, rotates in the air. The idea is obvious, but the grip is all wrong - too awkward for anypony not a unicorn to use effectively. This place really was intended for the humans and their sort, wasn't it?

She really seems to perk up once evening falls. Luna spends much of it sitting outside, looking up at the stars. So similar to those that glitter in her own mane, yet not the same. Here, she isn't looking for or expecting company. It wouldn't be unwelcome, just - well, she's always alone in the night.]

[brokenhabit]

[ locked to Cerejeira ]

[ Well, yesterday's little kitchen excursion had been... a time to put it lightly. And in the end she hadn't even been able to do what she had gone in there for in the first place. So today is take 2! We are going to make some bread, damnit!!

The dough is easy enough. Leb could make bread dough in her sleep, it's just second nature. She instinctively almost starts some pretzel dough as well, but finds herself a little annoyed with the idea of actually making any and wisely stops herself.

...There's just one problem though. As the dough proofs she finds herself once again standing in front of the oven with confusion. She's usually a lot sharper when it comes to figuring things out, but this thing truly does leave her at a loss. ]


[ Open to all ]

[ After getting the help she needs, she's got a whole bundle of fresh bread buns and lebkuchen with her in the eatery and halls. If she sees you she's going to wave before offering out her collection of baked goods. ]

Pardon me, but would you mind trying one of these and telling me what you think?

[ Later in the day she'll be at the gardens, looking over the soil and what's been planted. It's the grape vines that get her attention the most though, the sight of them bringing back a flood of memories despite being newly planted.

Without thinking she reaches out for one of the vines. As if responding in anticipation of her touch it suddenly starts to grow rapidly, going from barely sprouting to wrapping itself around the trellis and already starting to flower.

She steps back in alarm, feeling a little weaker suddenly as the blooms are already turning into fruit. ]

Oh my--! Aren't you an eager one?

[ Which is maybe an understatement of a response but she's been dealing with her flower footsteps for a few days now, this is a lot less weird than it could be.

...god though. Of course it'd be the damn grapes. ]