Week Six

[letsplayamod]

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...

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Seance: The Main Part

[letsplayamod]

I believe I can reach across the realm in his form, so I should be able to find... oh. Hm.

[The form flickers, as if it's uncertain.]

Wait, that's odd, but where... Oh, of course. I've found them. One moment.

[Athena's shape shrinks into the background of your vision, giving room to even more shapes that form through the mist. These ones, however, take on more solid forms. Clothes, recognizable faces. Eyes unclouded that rest upon you.

It's everyone you've lost. They're so real it's like they're in the room with you now, but they're still intangible to the touch.

(Athena has made it so the dead can see and speak to the living, and vice versa. For the purpose of this event, it means dead players are free to tag in here and interact with the living. They won't be able to do anything besides talk, however.)]

[yourheroine]

…boop boop?

[tripartites]

Hello, Aoi. [ a slight smile. ] ... It hasn't been easy, has it?

[rockymountaindie]

Hey, Aoi.

[catsgothistongue]

[... Goes over to the nearest one and waves a hand in their face.]

Hello? Earth to... you?

[cannotunravel]

Please get your hand away from my face, Ranma.

[Oh, that definitely sounds like Misane]

[rockymountaindie]

I'd say somethin' about personal space, but...

[fillets]

[ honestly even though this is deeply unprecedented she still only takes like five seconds of buffering before: ]

Goodness. Hello, everyone!

[ AND WAVES... ]

[cannotunravel]

Hello. Somehow, you managed to reach us. I can't even hazard a guess how.

[murchada]

[oh she is. bracing. and

oh.

oh, is this... actually real...?]

...Please don't be a trick.

[tripartites]

If it is a trick, it's an unfair one. Van Dine and Knox would both have a writer's head for this.

[rockymountaindie]

That's my line.

Holy shit, that really you...?

[cannotunravel]

It doesn't seem to be? I'm cautiously optimistic.

[This is a little out of Misane's field of understanding, she's not sure how this is happening. But she'll take it]

[tailoredfate]

I'd offer my hand as proof, but to be quite honest, I'm not sure how solid these forms are.

[If the haze before her can translate even to her own thread-given "sight", she doubts any of them are fully here with each other. But the presence feels real enough, the voices and faces seem real... that's good, right?]

[taintedfayth]

[Ah. Well. Hmm.

This is awkward...]

[brokenhabit]

[ Oh... this... ]

Is this... Is this truly them...?

[eeeonetwothree]

[ Omega breaks the position he had taken standing guard and approaches…Snow White? ]

I OWE YOU SOME WORDS. YOU…WERE RIGHT TO CALL ME SELF RIGHTEOUS. I HAVE COME TO CONSIDER WHAT YOUR PERSPECTIVE MUST HAVE BEEN, AND…IF NOTHING ELSE, YOU CARRIED A GREAT WEIGHT ON YOUR SHOULDERS.

I WILL DO WHAT I CAN TO FREE US FROM THIS CURSED FATE. I PROMISE.

[necromants]

[It hasn't even been a week, but guess who still exists (unfortunately)! Your least favorite pain-in-the-ass!!

Ivilezlei blinks owlishly, looking around the room at all of you for a moment. Uh. Give him a second, he wasn't ready for an encore. He really wasn't ready to face all of you (especially a certain someone) right now when he's only barely scratched the surface of sorting through his issues, um.]

This is unexpected. How are you all doing?

[He's noticeably much more subdued than Zvei has ever been, expression that of mild confusion rather than the usual smile. He is also not looking at a certain someone and definitely not asking about him shut up—]

[atu709]

[ looks around. looks around again.

hm. well she's not about to talk to anyone who doesn't talk to her first, considering she's pretty sure her bridges are all burnt, so. ]

...I will say, I'm not sure we all deserve this opportunity.

[markofnobility]

[Ferdinand does not come into the room to greet the dead, but his eyes flick wildly between them. A mix of terror and hope on his face]

[tailoredfate]

[... It's only been a week. Not even - just a day or two shy of it. But it seems like so much longer, with the way something stirs in Aglaea's chest as she sees the faces of the still-living once more.

The faces, and those who are wearing the clothing she made. Ah...]

All of you are still standing strong, I hope.

[stringup]

This wasn't quite how I imagined it'd go, but I won't look a gift horse in the mouth.

[latinumsbetter]

[like Ferdinand, Quark doesn't enter the room, but he watches, fingers tight on the doorjam]

[raisethemoon]

[ Luna whinnies in alarm at the sudden appearance. ]

It was really so simple?!

[ THIS MIGHT HAVE BEEN BROUGHT UP BEFORE, ATHENA, BUT OKAY? ]

[literarybehemoth]

...Ah, I see.

[...hehe.]

Well, either I am extremely high or we have proven the existence of souls.