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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Thursday

[letsplayamod]

investigation + athena

[markofnobility]

[it's been an exciting week, that is for sure. Ferdinand has started to fall into a pattern at least. His morning routine remains as it was on Monday and every day after, and can be the most consistent way to find him if you're willing to be up at 'dawn'. Afterwards he goes to cool off by the gardens, stopping to pluck any obvious weeds but largely just lounging nearby, enjoying the smells of fresh growth]

Ah... it is oddly nostalgic.

[In the afternoon you can find him in the scroll storage- not reading, but in fact rolling up his notes from the meeting the day before and storing them where they can easily be found for reference. If you peek his hand writing is immaculate!

And finally he spends a good chunk of the day at the training grounds, investigating the area as requested. Looking for signs of use or hints of those that might have came before. It is here he picks up one of the poles and gives it a good spin.]

Would you feel up to a spar?

[That could be aimed at anyone, but if no one is around he looks heavansward with a cocksure grin.]

Assuming the offer still stands, Lady Athena.

scroll storage

[murchada]

[right now, Cerejeira practically lives in this room. she's been doing her best to organize the collection; a tricky task when most of it is wrecked, but no one can say she's not trying. she's a little surprised to walk back in and seeing someone... adding to the collection?]

...What's that?

[markofnobility]

My notes from our meeting! This way if there is information we need to reference later it is easily accessible.

[murchada]

Oh-- That's a really good idea. I took my own notes, too, but having these available for everyone should be really helpful.

training grounds

[mygoodbye]

[The grounds themselves here are perhaps the cleanest area you have.]

Indeed. I can't deny a challenge.

[She is, in some ways, her father's daughter.

Athena stands tall behind Ferdinand, spear in hand.]

Are you quite certain?

[markofnobility]

[He turns, his pole at ready, eyes bright]

Well, as a goddess I must assume you can easily defeat me. But as long as you do not intend to take my life... how could I turn away a once in a life time chance? I can only learn from such a battle.

gardens

[pariunt]

[Well. Astarion is taking advantage of once again being able to see things like flowers again, so he's also here. He does stop his stroll at the remarks.]

You didn't strike me as the type to enjoy digging around in the dirt.

[Can't relate at all.]

[markofnobility]

Is that so? I suppose it looks strange for a nobleman. But I was quite the outdoorsman as a child. Rolling in the mud with the hounds, climbing trees in the orchard and ruining my good trousers

Garden

[stringup]

[ The only reason Velvet is up this early is because she wants to look inside the little hut in the garden corner. It's not surprising that he's awake, since Velvet pegged him as an early bird. ]

Didn't take you for the gardening type.

[ Or rather, the type to bother with weeding, at least. ]

[markofnobility]

Ha... I would not call it a hobby of mine. But in my school days they would have use do such chores weekly. I suspect to teach us young nobles some humility. But I find such work settling.

training grounds

[raisethemoon]

Hm...I would be interested in seeing how humans fight! Shall I use a pole as well?

[ She's not exactly sure how this spar might work. ]

[markofnobility]

[He pauses, utterly baffled how she would use a pole even with her magic]

Fight how you feel most comfortable.

[latinumsbetter]

[Quark is actually up a bit early! Fancy that. In fact, he seems quite busy this morning, emerging from his room carrying a toga full of stuff. He heads over to the bonfire find a spot nearby to lay out the toga and what's inside. He groups them by type, and next to the toga he lays out a sign, reading:

Quark's Trading Post

Purveyor of Fine Goods, Clothing, and Curiosities!
Open Every Morning Until Mid-Day

Tokens accepted as payment
Bulk discounts possible; Inquire with Proprieter
All sales final

If he spots someone, he'll wave to flag them down, calling out:]

Hello--hey! Good morning! Lovely day, isn't it? I'm just setting up shop, why don't you have a look? I'm sure you'll find something to catch your eye!

[Around mid-afternoon, Quark will gather up whatever he hasn't sold and cart it back to his room. After that, he'll take some time to walk around. If he finds someone, he'll change his trajectory towards them. Once close enough, he'll ask:]

Would you mind doing me a little favor? I'm working on figuring out this whole power thing, and something seems to happen when people tell me things. You know, minor problems, gripes, stories--what you'd tell a bartender. So could you just tell me something? So I can get the practice in, y'know?

[Finally, as the sky starts to turn to dusk, Quark's going to be heading to the Eatery. With a bit of grunting and nudging, he's going to shove the table closer to the wall, leaving just enough room for a handful of chairs (lined up against the wall) and a small space between those chairs and the table where a Ferengi could potentially stand and move back and forth along the lenth. He uses a couple chairs, placed from the ends of the tables to the wall, to create an enclosed space, while moving the rest to the other side of the table, tugging a couple out a bit away in order to make them look more inviting. He then retrieves a bunch of juices, the coffee maker (he watched Vanity do it, how hard can it be??), the kettle, some fruit and several different glasses and cups out to that enclosed space he's made, placing them on the chairs inside it to serve as a makeshift bench for easy retrieval. Lastly, he digs through the pantry for some snacks, taking whatever looks interesting and placing it in bowls or on plates on the counter.

Once that's all finished, he steps out from his now-finished makeshift bar, looking pleased as he surveys it. He then turns to walk out of the Eatery, tugging a piece of parchment out of his jacket and unfolding it, and using some drops of Krazy Gloo, he hangs up a sign on the wall next to the entrance to the Eatery:

Quark's Bar

Good drinks, snacks, and company
Come on in and take a load off!
Open Every Evening at Dusk

Tokens accepted as payment
GRAND OPENING SPECIAL: ALL DRINKS 1 TOKEN

It seems that the bar is now open for business! There'll be a subtopic under here for a bar mingle for anyone who wants to put their character in the bar to mingle and be tagged by others. Starting next week, (theoretically) I'll put up a bar mingle toplevel for the week.]

BAR MINGLE

[latinumsbetter]

QUARK

[latinumsbetter]

[Come hang out at the bar! Your friendly, local bartender is here and ready to get you a drink of your choice, maybe a snack, and listen to your woes. Pull up a chair!]

BONFIRE. SHOW ME YOUR WARES

[yourheroine]

[Aoi, trying her luck at the cornucopia, has a small batch of her own stuff when she goes to look at Quark's collection.]

Boop boop! Are you kickstarting our economy? Aoi has a few drinks and a figure of a space--

[Then something specific catches her eye among the wares: a melted hairpin that used to be shaped like a cat.]

How...?

[latinumsbetter]

That's right, I'm building this economy from the ground, up! [he beams--though pauses when her eyes seem to catch on something.]

What is it? [he follows Aoi's gaze, looking at the items in the clothing section.] Something you're interested in?

[treebornekettlegirl]

[Fairly early in the morning, Ranma decides to take a swing at offering to the cornucopia. Being frugal about money, only a good handful of his tokens are cast into the flames to test the waters. He gets an assortment of goodies ranging from meh (the shovel has some practical usage and the book's basically a paperweight to him) to sweet! Food's always a great steal, he ain't gonna complain about that.

That isn't to say he won't not complain. He's short one item! Ranma waits and waits and waits, snacking on those almonds he received, but nothing. Zilch. Nada.]

Man, what a ripoff-- [Ranma should really know by now to not tempt the universe... His fifth item launches out of the horn and hits him square in his shit-talking face. Which, naturally by the conventions of funny, was a beer mug filled with frothy water. Was filled with water, now it's just an empty mug sitting next to a drenched girl glowering at the horn.

During the day, there's another new(?) face moseying about the land. The new god on the block was a tiny pigtailed girl, whose eyes and hair are a matching pink, wearing familiar apparel to a certain pigtailed brat.

She can be found in the eatery, cleaning up whatever mess is left behind by the bombastic (emphasis on the bomb) entrance of their newest robotic god. Ranma did promise to handle it after Misane reasonably bowed out of their little arrangement. So here she is, whistling a jolly tune while sweeping up rubble and moving larger chunks of debris outside the eatery's entryway to dispose of later.

Later on, Ranma enters the garden to practice her new powers once more. An epiphany struck her last night like a fist to the jaw. And now was the time to prove it. She sets up three sacks of potatoes from the pantry, finishing doodling some animal faces on them with marker. Ranma steps back from her rudimentary test dummies, and holds out her hand, schooling her breathing. At first, it seemed like she was just reaching out to nothing.

Then a gentle breeze passes over the garden, kicking up leaves and twigs off the ground. A second later, that gentle breeze transforms into a strong squall of wind that threatens to topple over anything not nailed down or wasn't a pigtailed girl. With one flick of her hand upwards, the wind shifts course and zeroes in on the potato bags, whisking them aloft into the air for a short period until the winds simmer down to normal.

Glee inundates across Ranma, eyes twinkling with accomplishment and mouth grinning ear to ear. She bounces up and down like a child on Christmas morning, pumping one fist after the other to the sky over and over.]

Woooooo!!! I did it, I did it, I did it--

[this'll carry on for five minutes if someone lets her be]

Cornucopia

[sweetsynergy]

[She was coming her to turn in some of her own tokens, and walks in on this. Stopping and staring for a moment.]

[There is a strange sense of familiarity here, but she can't quite place it, yet.]

What, did Athena bring in more people already or were you hiding somewhere like the robot was?

[treebornekettlegirl]

[Currently wringing water out of her pigtail when Vanity enters, Ranma diverts her deadpan to her. Couldn't have come at a better time, she needed someone to gripe at because this horn freaking blows!]

Nope and nope. I've been here the whole time.

[She'll give Vanity one chance to put those brain cells together and figure it out herself before she comes out with it. Because she's a lil shit like that.]

Cleaning

[cannotunravel]

[Even though Misane had bowed out of this, some time later she had come to try some cleaning up. What she didn't expect was to see a new(?) face here]

...welcome? You don't have to do that.

[It's technically her own responsibility, Misane thinks. She should do this, so she does, starting to pick some rubble best she can]

[treebornekettlegirl]

[Y'know, it isn't often she meets other girls shorter than her, that aren't old grannies or children. Yes she knows its by an inch so its virtually unnoticeable but. shut up let her have the victory of not being the shortest (human) in the mg!

Ranma didn't think Misane would show after she backed out, let alone start moving the detritus. She was perfectly content with doing this all by herself, but hey, she ain't gonna stop her.]

Nah, I told ya' I would handle it, 'member?

cleaning

[raisethemoon]

Ah - do you need some help with that?

[ Luna doesn't quite recognize which of the humans this is, but they're all still a little similar to her...anyway, her horn just lights up to lift some of the larger bits of debris. ]

[treebornekettlegirl]

[Oh hey, its the night horse oh dear sweet mother celestia she is tol. Or maybe ranma's just smol. its both

She almost reflexively brushes her off, to tell her that it's all handled, that is before Luna levitates a good chunk into the air. That would speed this up...]

I can't say no to an extra pair of hands, can I? Err, hooves.

[technically that's two pairs of hooves. wait lunas isnt even using her hooves so its more like-

With Luna on muscle duty, Ranma can focus on sweeping up the dust and pebbles into the dustpan. Hmm...]

How're you doin' that? [Asking curiously, pointing at the floating rocks surrounded by a blue glow with the broom.] I saw you doin' that during the fight with the robot guy too.