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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Quark's Bar

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[sweetsynergy]

[Quark. Come on. Get your ass in here, she knows you want to.]

[She's not saying it but she giving a very judgy look.]

[latinumsbetter]

[UGH DON'T GIVE HIM THE JUDGY LOOK--he scowls at that, but it's enough to get him inside the room, at least, looking around a bit, hanging back, almost, like he's not entirely sure whether this is real or not.]

[rockymountaindie]

—Quark. There you are, thank fuck.

[ Was he...looking for him? Yes. ]

[latinumsbetter]

[--ah.]

Where else would I be? [alright, okay, he's going to be making a beeline for him]

[rockymountaindie]

Fuckin' murder island over there, what the hell do you think?

[latinumsbetter]

[hhhhh help he barks out a laugh at that, he can't help it. ]

It's not the best, but we're keeping it together. Where're you?

[rockymountaindie]

Uh... I dunno? It could be a lot worse, but it's like...this void with a bunch of rocks and abandoned structures and all that? I...

[ ... ]

I remember a river, but...

[ He shakes his head. ]

It's not heaven, and it's not hell, and it's not wherever the fuck I was before, so I'll take it.

[latinumsbetter]

Well, that's...somethin', I guess. [he blows out a breath] I'm keepin' an eye on Fritz. And Critwo.

[rockymountaindie]

[ CRITWO..... ]

I- I- I'm sorry 'bout that, really, I just- I didn't know what to...do, with it, I just thought...uh... Thanks.

[latinumsbetter]

[Quark huffs at that, waving a hand] It's fine, don't stress about it so much. Once I figured out what both of them wanted to it, it hasn't been too rough. Except for this week, but we'll figure it out.

[rockymountaindie]

Wh-what's wrong about this week? ...I-I mean, newly wrong.

[latinumsbetter]

Half our food is gone. Turned to ash.

[rockymountaindie]

Motherfucker— Bastard's workin' on a deficit so you all have to too—

[ Alex realizes, with a start, that this is information they may not have. ]

Listen- that's- he's not workin' alone. He's beholden to something, to someone, someone who needs us- or, you, I dunno if we're still included- someone who says we're key to a plan.

Sometime once everyone's distracted talking about the lore drop--

[latinumsbetter]

[...]

Hey. I got your letters to everyone.

[his voice is a bit lowered, so not to draw attention.]

[rockymountaindie]

[ cough. ]

Y-yeah, I- I thought someone would, uh...

Thank you, for doin' that.

[latinumsbetter]

Yeah, don't mention it.

[...]

Listen. About what you wrote in there.

[rockymountaindie]

[ ...oh. uh- ]

I'm sorry. [ WHAT DOES HE NEED TO APOLOGIZE FOR PROBABLY SOMETHING ]

[latinumsbetter]

[Quark huffs]

For what? Telling me that it meant something to you? [dryly]

[rockymountaindie]

I- I don't know, I. [ hhhhh, lowers his voice- ] I didn't wanna make things...awkward, and- it looks like I did with Vanity—

[latinumsbetter]

Of course you did. She's mildly allergic to sentiment. [voice lowered as well, dryly, sort of, but superceded by fond amusement.] It's not the worst thing for her.

[he shakes his head a bit]

But nah, it's nothing like that, just...[he trails off, shifting uncomfortably, rubbing at the back of his neck. Vanity's not the only one mildly allergic to sentiment here, after all.

Finally, after a moment:]

It meant something. [gruffly] I was going to ask, and then I didn't. Not in time. But when we get you out of there, wherever that con man's put you, you should come back with me. To the station.

[rockymountaindie]

[ Alex thinks back, really thinks back, to what he wrote in Quark's letter. How he even started it. He thought...

There's no time for that now. Because this proposition stalls out every other thought. For one, the assurance that this isn't the end. For another: ]

...To space, like- like...to stay?

[ He had known even before dying once more that he could never go home. But he hadn't really considered beyond that. ]

[latinumsbetter]

Yeah. To stay. There's plenty of room so we can get you your own quarters or you can share with someone, and you can either work at the bar or find something else to do. But I think that'll be better than going back home, right?

1/2

[rockymountaindie]

[ A few things pass through his mind all at once.

Just leaving? What if Death finds him, wouldn't that put everyone in danger?
His parents... Could he really never see them again?
What about— ]

I can't.

[murchada]

[meanwhile cerejeira in the corner talking about greek myth:

]

[latinumsbetter]

[It's enrichment!]