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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Friday

[letsplayamod]

[rockymountaindie]

[ It's a beautiful, overcast day, there are NOT bullets flying everywhere, and there are the sound of Alex's screams coming from the cornucopia. It must be a day ending in y! (laugh track)


Except, maaaaybe they're kind of warranted, considering they're joined by panicked, reptilian screeching? If you decide to approach, you can see a wyvern, brown and saddled, flapping around above the cornucopia, clearly disoriented. ]

—the fuck, a fucking dragon?!

[ So like. Neither one of them are having a good time right now.

After all that is...settled, Alex regroups to take some inventory of the things he's got. It's...mostly pretty useless. But, as a boy who—at least once upon a time—really likes knickknacks, it does draw his attention. He can be found outside the scroll room, like just kind of sitting against the wall and looking over his haul, sans Wyvern.

His lip curls at the memorabilia t-shirt ("Tacky" he mutters) and he has properly disposed of the death trap known as the banana peel but everything else has him varying levels of interested to bemused. ]

Just a crayon? [ He snorts, holding it up. ] Alllright, whatever.

[ There's one item that he sees and has...an idea about, immediately.

So, after all this, when the day's getting late, he goes and seeks out Lebkuchen, a dusty bible under his arm. ]

cornucopia

[markofnobility]

[The high pitched raptor-like screams are picked up by Ferdinand all the way across the temple, and he takes off running to find them, coming across Alex also screaming]

Alex, are you alright?!

[rockymountaindie]

[ Alex, oh-so-eloquently, screams: ] A dragon?! L-like, c'mon, a dragon?!?

[ we're doing great here ferdinand ]

SCROLL ROOM

[latinumsbetter]

[Quark's just heading back in after being outside near the bonfire at his impromptu shop. When he notices Alex, he brightens, already turning towards him when he notices the stuff sitting in front of him. At that, his expression turns to keen interest]

I see you got several new things as well.

[rockymountaindie]

[ Sorting, sorting... Alex glances up. ]

Yeah, it's mostly junk. [ But he says that with kind of a fondness. He likes junk, after all. Or, well. He did. ] 'Cept for the literal dragon, but, he's Ferdinand's problem now.

take me home country roads... that is wildcard.

[phototraces]

[Wendy has been relatively calm compared to Alex this week, at least on the surface. She didn't really want to get labeled as hysterical again... so she hid her panic, pressing it down and aside.

There hadn't been any real omens yet, anyway. So, why would she--then she saw the CD. She didn't recognize it; well the particular disc anyway. Everyone and their grandma had a copy of a Have a Nice Decade CD... but the contents of it, the way it was clearly warped by heat...

Love Rollercoaster by the Ohio Players. I Will Survive by Gloria Gaynor. Superstition by Stevie Wonder. You Ain't Seen Nothing Yet by the Bachman-Turner Overdrive.

It made her skin crawl. She managed to get the CD back from Vanity but she couldn't take her eyes off it. So she wandered. Wandered and almost ran into Alex. She jumped, startled like a deer in the headlights of a speeding car.]

Alex...god, Alex... something is going to happen...! Look--

[She shoves the CD into his sweaty hands.]

THAT'S ME

[brokenhabit]

[ When Alex finds Lebkuchen she's once again standing in front of her statue, the flowers around her feet flourishing. Her hands are neatly joined in front of her skirt and this time she seems to be looking at the statue itself rather than just the plaque. ]

[mygoodbye]

[It's been a week, and it's not been uncommon to see Athena out and about on her own. Largely, she spends her time out by the cliffs, whether it's poking stubbornly at the gardens or going over the equipment at the training grounds. If you're looking for her specifically, you can call her name and she'll appear... Or, you could just be more polite, and find her at Room 26, where she's been staying.

There is one time in particular that Athena steps into the temple. Within, by the cornucopia, Athena is knelt at the shattered remains of the statue that stood here.

Slowly, almost solemnly, she runs a hand over a fragment of what could have been its face. It's difficult to say.]

Training Grounds

[catsgothistongue]

Yo, Athena!

[His taste for an actual battle had been momentarily sated during the group meeting. But that was merely an appetizer, a side dish before the main course. Now he wants a real bout to sink his teeth into... which might be more literal than you think cause he ain't afraid to bite a mfer.

It was total coincidence he was already planning to use the training grounds while Athena was checking the equipment, but he isn't one to look gift horses in their mouth.]

Just the owl chick I've been lookin' for!

[is it insulting to speak to a literal fucking goddess like this? probably. does ranma care. Nah, god or man, he's not gonna apply tact to his words]

cornucopia

[rockymountaindie]

[ Alex has sort of been trying to build up to ask her a question for...awhile. Normally, he would rush right into learning something, but having the ability to ask a god, it...it's still something he's wrapping his head around.

So. When he sees her at the cornucopia, he decides to just suck it up. There aren't others around, either, which is a bonus. He sort of wants his privacy. ]

A- Athena, uhhh, I've got a...question...

[ Hm. ]

Is this a bad time?

Cornucopia

[latinumsbetter]

[Quark is leaving the Eatery just in time to catch her touching what's left of that statue. He moves closer, stopping once he's next to her, looking down at that fragment.]

...someone you knew?

cornucopia

[pariunt]

...was there some sort of battle here?

Gardens

[cannotunravel]

[Oh, there she is]

I want to talk to you.

[Not even a hi, wow]

training grounds

[necromants]

[Ah, if it isn't Athena! Zvei approaches with a hand held up in greeting and the usual cheerful tone.]

Lady Athena! Good to see you out and about! Planning on doing some training?

Gardens

[tailoredfate]

[She's still suspicious. Aglaea's had to become such, over her long life and what she's had to deal with back home. But she feels a sort of... resonance. That makes her want to reach out.]

Your shoulders must be strong, to not bow under the burden set upon them.

Time to Investigate

[cannotunravel]

[Welp! Misane reaches to Alex and Ranma.]

Let's go. Bring supplies.

[She shows water in bottles, her boots, some dry food wrapped in cloth, which she proceeds to pass them...

It's as if she's ready for a day of hiking! But she doesn't go straight into the forest, because first a plan must be made]

Ranma, Alex, we must stay together at all times. No getting separated. Where do we go first? The forest, or the firepit?

[It'd be better to go to the firepit first, really]

INVESTIGATION TIME!!!!!!!!!!!

[catsgothistongue]

[Maybe unsurprisingly (or surprising given his devil-may-care attitude to a lot of potential peril thus far), Ranma shows up with a pack of supplies too, mostly matching Misane's own. Plenty of water, dry food they could survive on, some first aid equipment snagged from the training area, and just in case they get lost or decide to stay in the forest for the night, a couple of blankets. He's been on enough training trips to know to be prepared for times like this.]

We won't have to cover much ground with the fire pit, would we? That sounds like a good place as to start with to me.

[sweetsynergy]

[Friday morning, Vanity can be found at the training grounds, alternatively flipping and parkouring her way through the obstacle course or just kind of wailing on one of the training dummies, flowing through powerful strikes and combos with maybe a little more viciousness than is probably warranted.]

[That's probably fine.]

[Later in the day-]

AAUGH-

[Yeah, she's fleeing the pavilion, pursued by an entire flock of purple bats.]

[Once that's settled, she's back at the cornucopia grumpily sorting through a pile of items, one lone bat tucked quietly up on a nearby pillar.]

[phototraces]

[Wendy barely looks through the items. She doesn’t recognize the CD in particular but hey that’s something from her time—she picks it up. There’s a pause in her movements as she looks at its warped appearance—

Love Rollercoaster.

She feels like someone is breathing down her neck and—sorry, Vanity, she’s flinging that CD away and hopefully it doesn’t hit you.]

cornucopia

[rockymountaindie]

[ Alex intends to just walk by Vanity. He does not particularly like talking with her.

However.

Something discarded catches his eye, and he freezes. And then, abruptly, storms over to snatch it up. ]

D- d'you just get this from that?

[ Low, raspy, urgent. ]

[phototraces]

[Wendy is just trying to eat her breakfast in peace in the eatery. It's dumb. The whole room is dumb--why do they need such an ornate table that could shatter into a million pieces? Well... she thinks things will be... fine. For the moment. So she's just going to eat a humble breakfast and just--there goes her cup. Water spills everywhere.

Wendy mutters under her breath and stands up and... the water is following her. Off the table and onto the floor. She stares at it. Steps away. The water follows.]

Okay, what the fuck?! This isn't funny!

[This is the start of a not good day for Wendy. Later, after an encounter Wendy is... more wound up than normal. While she's definitely been on edge the entire week she uh. Hasn't been this open about it.

She can probably be found most places that are open. Just moving. Not talking, not even really interacting. Just watching everyone, the words they say, the items they're eating or using. Just looking for something.

Anything.]

watery gonna do about all these omens? (Eatery)

[catsgothistongue]

[Y'know, when he saw that cup spill, he was expecting it to go for him. Seeing it trail after someone like a duck following crumbs is. Well first it's relieving cause hah, somebody else has to deal with water mucking up their day! Though now he really wants to watch how this comedy sketch pans out.]

It's a little funny. [Thanks for the commentary from the peanut gallery Ranma. I'm sure that's what she wants to hear right now.] Is this normal for you?

[he asks when it obviously isn't and she's clearly flabbergasted by it]

[fillets]

( Note that there are oblique vore references in the kitchen prompt and any resultant threads there will probably continue the trend! )




[ Ah, this really is no good. No good at all.

Well, that's not strictly accurate. What she just drank is more effective at curbing a physical need than anything else in this ugly little room, but it does nothing to satisfy her. It tastes of next to nothing, it's weak, and it's cold. If Riful's being honest, she feels more than a little angry that she tried at all, as though she's the one who ought to be hiding herself away from these dullards. Not showing her full hand is one thing, concealing her nature like an ugly secret quite another. Still, it does seem that they'll all be here and coexisting for the foreseeable future, so until she can—

Oh. What is that?

She feels another presence, but it's not in any way she's accustomed to. There's no flare of yoki on the edges of her consciousness. While she may or may not catch the delicious scent of incoming prey, depending on the tagger-in's bodily constitution, that sense only comes later, a rumble of thunder after the lightning of initial awareness. All of it is unfamiliar and wrong, and yet—someone is coming. The sheer surprise of it all makes her response even more instantaneous than it already would have been, and by the time the interloper is close enough to see anything...

Well, it's just some kid standing in the kitchen, staring into the depths of the open fridge! There's absolutely nothing untoward to be perceived unless you're exceptionally sensitive to the scent of human blood—like, vampire-level sensitive. ]

Oh, [ y/n, this is actually a fandom imagine now, ] good evening! You couldn't sleep either, then...

[ Hold on, did she actually look at you before saying your name?

During Friday proper, rather than the ass-end of Thursday evening/Friday morning, she spends time on the training grounds. There's a lot of watching other people, should they show up to spar someone else or do the obstacle course, and if she's really impressed (not super likely, but we've got some people here who are jacked as fuck and ready to fight!) she might give a little applause or pipe in with some commentary. When she's alone, however, she picks up a training sword slightly taller than she is and starts practicing bladework... or going through the motions, as it were, because after a minute or two of slight awkwardness she's fully locked in and moving like an old pro, almost thoughtlessly. None of the awkwardness has anything to do with the sword itself! She might as well have grabbed a wiffle bat for all the visible effort it takes to lift.

Once again, she feels someone coming, but this time Riful doesn't put anything away. What does she have to hide? Instead, she continues for a minute or so, then shifts into an ox guard, which is mildly hilarious if you're not also under five feet tall, and faces the newcomer. ]

... Well, now. [ She looks (probably up!) at her company with mild interest. ] What sort of practice did you come here for, I wonder?

[ if you are one of the noncombatants this may be a bit sarcastic........ ]

kitchen

[atu709]

[ hm. shades of rapunzel in that tone. she may count rapunzel as her ally, but she knows better than most what it means to be her enemy. ]

Things may be settling here, but I am still uneasy.