Wouldn't you like to use more than words?

[letsplayamod]

The last thing you recall is likely your own death. Whether it was fast or slow, it's over now. And you're... where are you?

One moment, you were among the living. The next - you may be one of the unfortunate ones who actually died. In which case, you've found yourself flowing in the lazy rivers of the river Styx, unfathomably deep underground. Just for a moment, mind you. It's not long before your consciousness is yanked from the waters by some scary monsters, shoved into a healed body, and pushed through a portal.

Or, maybe you were caught red-handed and sentenced to your doom. But, instead of a proper death, you were whisked down into the Veins of Tartarus. And there's really only one place that could lead to... Or is it?


You've been tossed down here by the will of the Titan, but what you find is A helping hand swooping you up - possibly literally, and potentially out of the grasp of the Titan himself.

Not a moment after, you're whisked through another rift, this one a shimmering gold. Into a realm of slightly more stable platforms and a lot more shit to look through. The area is practically littered with the ill-gotten goods of a thieving God (who is happy to note via pop-up illusion that you are touching his stuff). Here, however, you are safe; assured that Typhon cannot find or hurt you here.

For the moment, you can breathe before the next part comes.

Comments

cw: mental health crisis/ suicidal ideation

[markofnobility]

You... still want me to come back with you?

[ its more than he could have ever dared hope for]

cw: mental health crisis/ suicidal ideation

[latinumsbetter]

Well, that'll be up to Velvet. And I did tell her about the war happening, and Starfleet. So that'll be on her to decide how she feels about that, and whether she'll want to risk this whole thing happening again.

But if that's what she decides, then...yeah.

[markofnobility]

I think... after Typhon is handled... that I might be done with that.

[ of course it'll take putting his spear where his mouth is in the long run. But in the moment he believes it]

I can not promise to not disappoint again, but... thank you.

[latinumsbetter]

Don't thank me yet. Velvet hasn't made her decision.

[he'll...hold out a hand to him, though, after a moment]

C'mon, up. There's gotta be some place here that has something cold to put on your ear.

[markofnobility]

True, she has not. I may be maidenless AND spaceless.

[ he would not blame her. He takes the offered hand]

Ah- perhaps Sayo has the parlor set up?

[latinumsbetter]

Something tells me you'll be alright on that font. [dryly]

...the what now? [...wait] Oh, that thing they were talking about at the seance, with the tea.

[he pauses] Y'know, I wonder...[Quark pulls in a slow breath through his nose...and then pushes that energy outwards. First the force field appears, then expands--and next, the Phantasmal Bar appears around them.]

I never did get the chance to explore this place. C'mon. [and he's heading back behind the bar]

[markofnobility]

[he feels a spark of hope at that- he's only been able to see Velvet a little in the cauldron, and never in regards to himself and how she feels. Maybe for the best: he would feel dirty spying on her like that. But still, he's aching to know.

But wisely he doesn't bring it up. He has a feeling Quark will say something biting right now that he would, fairly, deserve]

Whoa...

[He follows Quark dutifully]

Is this what your bar in the station looks like?

[latinumsbetter]

It sure is! [he doesn't even bother to keep the pride out of his voice] we've been through a lot together.

[he steps behind the bar, reaching out to trail his hands over the bottles. It's fully stocked.]

Would you look at that...

[markofnobility]

It is a lot to take in! I have never seen a pub like this before...

[he peers at the stock]

I wonder if it is drinkable...

[latinumsbetter]

One way to find out! [Quark tugs a couple bottles off the shelf, turning back to the bar counter to mix a quick drink, which he'll hold out to Ferdinand]

Here. A Risa Sunrise.

[markofnobility]

A Risa Sunrise...

[Sipsip]

Oh!

[Well I mean it has a lemon wedge on it, odds are he was going to like it. Easiest patron ever]

[latinumsbetter]

That answers that.

[he does look pleased about that]

Now, let's see, something cold for that ear...[he walks over to the replicator] Cold pack.

[the replicator makes a sound, and a blue, palm sized gel pack appears. Quark picks it up, tossing it to Ferdinand]

Here, put this on your ear.