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Week Six
You've survived, for lack of better wording, the latest week of trials and tribulations. This one had been more costly than most: Typhon's machinations have brought your group to nearly half the size it was when Athena first brought you to this island. Whether it ends with him or with you is still too soon to make out. One thing's for certain. Things cannot be allowed to continue as they are.
Speaking of continuing, the next floor has been revealed to you. Just how far down this island goes is a bit of a mystery, but you get the feeling that you're close to something important. Maybe that thing Athena wanted you to find before Typhon does. You can ruminate on that as you watch the waters below. Waves still lap at the cliffs, but it all seems lower than it did weeks ago. Like the ocean itself is shrinking...
Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday
Profiles | Locations | Regains | IC Rules | Weekly AC
Quark's Bar
Speaking of continuing, the next floor has been revealed to you. Just how far down this island goes is a bit of a mystery, but you get the feeling that you're close to something important. Maybe that thing Athena wanted you to find before Typhon does. You can ruminate on that as you watch the waters below. Waves still lap at the cliffs, but it all seems lower than it did weeks ago. Like the ocean itself is shrinking...
Profiles | Locations | Regains | IC Rules | Weekly AC
Quark's Bar
Sunday
Investigation
MOTHERFUCK-
[wow that was kind of loud and weirdly high-pitched]
[Anyone coming to investigate the shouting will find her holding the box at extreme arms length, a definitely very ordinary and mundane if chubby cat poking up out of the corrugated depths.]
[Later in the day, she's picking through the newly unlocked music room, checking over the instruments available with a vaguely disconnected kind of curiosity, but more importantly she's squatting and inspecting the pool of water.]
Cats Out of the Box
[High-pitched screaming? Looks like a job for a martial artist! Ranma bursts in on the scene, battle ready.]
Vanity, what's--
[Another high-pitched scream resounds from the room. One louder, shriller and more terror-stricken than the one Vanity let out just now. In an instant, Ranma's atop the cornucopia latching on for dear life staring at the box and its occupant with pinpricks in his eyes.
It's not a doll it's not a doll it's real and its blinking at him--]
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cornucopia
[hang on, he kind of moseyed on up because he thiiinks he sees a carton of cigs....]
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Oh. That is... well. I suppose I understand how Luna feels now.
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MY CAT
Did something—!!!!!
[Then those little ears pop out from the box.]
Eru!
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It's not a lot but... it's something, she hopes.
The only thing left now is where Misane died. She's already started growing the flower bed but realizes as she does that there's an issue with that and so she's stuck staring at Ferdinand's door, wondering what she should do.
Once that's all done and she's had some time to rest from using so much of her power, she starts seeking people out: the ones she could tell Aglaea was making outfits for. ]
I believe Miss Aglaea was working on something for you before she... passed. It's... I'm not sure if it's finished enough to wear but...
[ If it was for them then people deserve the right to know and to decide for themselves what to do with it. ]
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[Ferdinand has not been in his own room since the night of the trial, and only then to grab clothing and bedding before pretty much moving in with Velvet. So he looks more cautiously curious than anything when he spots this happening. Cautious since he is... not sure if Leb wants anything to do with him]
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Lebkuchen...
Is that... is that from...?
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Huh- ...oh.
[She takes the chiton, looking it over.]
This is what she was working on, huh?
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Clothes
[ The outfit she asked Aglaea to make. ]
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Given her recent conversation with Lebkuchen, however...she also spends quite a lot of time down here fashioning small signs with materials she must have taken from the craft room. She's mostly just labelling which plants and flower beds she knows to be poisonous. The humans probably don't graze to begin with, but...they all ought to be careful, oughtn't they?
Later in the night, though...rather than return to her room, she takes to the edges of the cliffs again. Ordinarily she enters dreams simply by laying down to sleep herself. It isn't restful, not as true sleep would be; that's why she's always so tired in the mornings. But it's the simplest method, for ordinary ventures. Now, though, her horn and eyes both glow silver as she reaches out. Hey, so does dead Typhon lie dreaming or what? ]
investigation
And, down there, she finds it. A massive shape nestled in the depths. The mind of a Titan, for the moment, slumbers.]
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Monday
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As for that one thing, Omega can be seen standing outside in the Hero's Pavilion, holding and looking over a bright yellow gem, optics bright and in a good mood for a change.
"IT ALL STARTS WITH THIS...A GEM CONTAINING THE ULTIMATE POWER! THIS WILL BE OUR METHOD OF VICTORY AGAINST TYPHON!"
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Misane's is a blue shroud with a cat pattern, each cat alternating between different states—seemingly observing the viewer, dozing off or suddenly awake with alertness. Someone has also very determinedly arranged two shrouds on the one statue of Mutsumi and Mortis; both pale green, with one having an embroidered cucumber pattern and the other of bunnies prancing about, certainly not shy or demure. The one on Aglaea's statue is white cloth embroidered with a golden sun pattern, lines eventually converging into a large golden circle in the centre.
The purple shroud on Zvei's statue is plain. Completely unadorned. Only the edges are stitched to keep the cloth from fraying, but there is nothing else sewn onto it. It is there only because there is still someone here would miss him and mourn him.
Later in the morning, Velvet is at the Cornucopia, this time not so much throwing a fistful of tokens in as she is dumping a small pouch into the fire. And the Cornucopia in turn gives her so much shit. Watch for the Zubats.
Some objects she stops to admire their workmanship, like the cleaver and the earring. The googles are very interesting to her and being set aside.
Then the Eye-pod rolls out.]
Oh, this is like Eyelex...
[ Help. She didn't ask for this Eye-Pod but now it's here.
But when she gets to the outfit, she looks at it for a long moment before some realisation dawns on her, leaving her to just...stare at it in her hands.
Much later in the day, everyone will find a note slipped under their room door (unless you're Ferdinand, in which case you're probably going to be told this directly). The handwriting is fancy, but still legible. ]
Looking for people to try channelling our dead friends in a certain smoky room and see if we can contact them. Will probably involve inhaling incense fumes of dubious origin, and Heaven knows if we'll end up finding something else beyond the veil.
Find me if you're interested so we can figure out how to do this.
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Cornucopia
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Tuesday
MOTIVE: And Hunger Is So Heavy
That’s when the laughter comes from the open sky. Quiet at first, and sinister.]
Being denied the satiation of my hunger for so long, I believe it is only fair for you to experience the same. A simpler incentive for death, but I’m certain you mortals will find it… tasteful.
I have made it so the stocks of your pantry will run dry by the end of the week. They will not replenish, unless death comes to at least one of you. I doubt the end result will be lost on any of you.
So, go. Sate my appetite for a change. Haha!
[There isn’t much in the way of signs of Typhon to vanish at the end of his threat. Still, it seems he’s used his power to strike at you directly this time.
OOC: General motive notes! Half of the food in the pantry has turned to ash and is no longer edible unless you’re into that. This includes things like tea and coffee. Quark's replicator will only be able to produce drinks.
The fruits and vegetables in the garden have withered on the vine and in the ground for the remainder of the week. The grape vines in the bar have, somehow, escaped this fate.]
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cw i actually go into detail on the vore in the inner monologue, also gory threats thereof
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Re: cw i actually go into detail on the vore in the inner monologue, also gory threats thereof
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investigation
For a special occasion, I should think.
[Later you might find him in the new Music Room, exploring. He never picked up an instrument in his youth, but he always found them interesting. But it's the stage that draws him- thanks to Vanity's warning on the plaque he at least knows to stay away from the pool, but he has no issue using the stage itself to... practice singing! His voice isn't bad, actually, and the acoustics do him some wonderful favors. He's no professional, but the piece he's belting is clearly well loved and practiced. Some story of a girl who fell for a beast.
And even later he wanders into the Hall of Stories to investigate, stopping to try and decipher the tales shown on the walls. As well as oohing and aahing over the impressive suits of armor]
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Best to keep himself distracted and devise countermeasures against their recent depletion.
Ranma will spend the first quarter of the day in specific spots of the land. One he frequents most, the training grounds, with a new weapon in his hand. Dummies line up in a zig-zagging pattern, Ranma swings the staff forth, flinging the razor topping at the training dummies. It ricochets off one dummy to the other, akin to a certain superhero's shield, rebounding back to the top of the staff. The teenage martial artist does a flourish with the weapon, giving an achieved smirk.
The other location? The crafts room on the fourth floor. One will find Ranma by the loom, masterfully stitching together several sacks, a shoddy imitation of his tang suit and a black clump of fabric fashioned into his hairdo, pigtail included. Clearly crafting together a dummy Ranma... not as if the original isn't a dummy. He begins adding the finishing touches, doodling a 'face' on the head and filling the head with some powder from a packet. To any guys, it'll just appear to be ordinary powder. To any girls, a rancid eyes-watering smell will permeate from the doll, with Ranma smiling all the while.]
Perfect.
[... Don't ask why there's another identical Ranma dummy laying nearby. That's unrelated to this.
What does 'this' entail exactly? Being bait, naturally. Sewing the sack back up and stuffing it with some discarded fabric to keep the woman repellant's odor from seeping through, Ranma takes his fake doll and some rope to the music room. Today's a fine day to do some siren fishing. Both to quell their siren problem... and their food situation if these fishy freak ladies turn out to be safe to eat.
He slides the doll to the edge of the water, rope tied around it as he sits a good bit away.
Waiting... Waiting... Waiting for a bite.]
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pre-seance, invest
...frinx.
[After he's given that a few tries, he'll head to the lift room on the fourth floor. There, he's going to investigate and try and pry open the doors while the lift is on another floor. Just to see if he can.
Successful or unsuccessful, he'll head to the bar and start getting it ready to open it up for the afternoon.]
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SEANCE
(She never thought she'd be relieved to see them, considering what they are, but gods did she wish she had them when there were monsters in the previous weeks.)
That evening, Velvet has set up the channelling chamber for the attempt at a seance, having lit up the incense burners and got all the pillows and mats into position. Everyone who volunteered is welcome to go find their seats, while Velvet stares at and then finally seats herself in the centre.
Omega and Ferdinand, are outside standing guard just in case, along with anyone else who decided to not sit in.
Velvet herself is wearing a black outfit with gold accents that might remind one of Aglaea's fashion, along with a set of ten, dark iron rings and a knucklebone bracelet. ]
So...I guess we just inhale and hope for the best, at this point.
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Seance 1/2
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Thursday
cw: needles/medical in the second prompt
[After closing the cafe, she heads over the to cornucopia, numbly tossing in a few tokens into the fire and eyeing the items popping out one at a time. The Eye-Pod gets a small sigh, and a half-hearted attempt at shooing it away which accomplishes absolutely nothing aside from earning a few curious chirps and spins.]
Fine. Your loss, pinkerton.
[When the small, metallic case slides out, Vanity blinks, eyes brightening. She hastily takes it and pops it open, faltering a little as she checks over the contents.]
Only one-
[She half-closes the case in her hands, chewing her lip and tapping her foot, turning over something in her head.]
[And then glances around, removes the small metal tube from the case, presses it to the flesh of her arm beneath her capelet, and depresses the small button on the end. There's a click, and a short hiss of released pressure. Vanity winces briefly, but then relaxes, returning the tube to the case and clicking it shut.]
[She glances down at the Eye-Pod.]
Not a fucking word to anyone, okay?
[The freshly-named Pinkerton chirps up at her, eye staring and watchful as always.]
Yeah, they all fuckin' say that.
[Later still she's holed up in the library, sitting in a corner with pen and paper, scribbling furiously over- something. The number of crumpled, discarded sheets of paper around her suggest she's been at this for a while.]
[And finally- evening falls. At sunset approaches she can be found jogging the perimeter of the island, dressed in a sleek silvery-gray jumpsuit that- well, Quark's seen it before now.]
[But it's once the evening really starts to set in that she's in the training grounds, perched up on a high spot on the obstacle course, waiting. Tossing a small rock in one hand, and-]
Gotcha.
[She'd had at least a guess- maybe a hope? -that Ranma would pass this way. The rock whips down through the air, slapping into the dirt by his feet.]
The fuck you think you're going, Saotome?
IT HE, THE RANMA
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Cornucopia we're going to pretend I did not open this in a tab and then forget to tag...
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