letsdeadaland | Wouldn't you like to use more than words?

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.

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Good question. I haven't tried it yet. But we could give it a shot.

Edited 2025-08-27 19:04 (UTC)

[ A cheeky little grin. ]

Heh. Cool.

In fact...gimme second. [Quark takes in a slow breath, like he had earlier, and then breathes out slowly. The force field appears and expands into the bar. There is a temptation to shove Seymour out, but he won't have it up for long.

Quark pushes to his feet, moving to step behind the bar counter and over to the replicator.]

One snail steak and a Slug-o-cola.

[the replicator makes a sound, and an actually pretty normal looking (if a little purple) steak and a bright green drink in a classic soda bottle appear.

He picks them up.]

Anyone else want anything?

Oh, oh! Peasant with berry sauce!

[Fancy bitch]

Oh, pheasant! That one took me a while to program. I had to modify a present program for that Earth bird. The one that kept showing up in the Cornucopia. Chee-kahn or something like that.

[anyway,]

Pheasant with berry sauce.

[another noise from the replicator, and it appears. Quark gestures to it, for Ferdinand to come get.]

[Ferdinand makes a delighted sound and gets his dish... only to tear off a leg with his bare hand and bite into it like it's fried chicken. He's either really desperate for what is clearly one of his favorites or maybe eating with your hands is just not seen as super impolite in Fodlan, who can say?

And of course it has a fruit sauce. It's Ferdinand. He likes a few very specific things okay]

[eh, his manners are no worse than any Klingon. Better, even.

It should be noted that the food is pretty decent! It's no fine dining but it is a decent pub food.]

[Worse than what his personal chef in the Aegir manor would make, but no worse than the Garreg Mach cafeteria. AKA more than good enough]

S'good! Thank you!

[Quark leans on the bar counter, smugly pleased as anything]

You're very welcome.

[ A beat. He's just kinda had tea since dying, and before that, it was...like, the least dangerous foods possible for months and months and months. Have to limit the factors for Death to use, right? It just became normal, even with the assurance that Death wasn't there. And now, he's died twice, and...

Fuck it. ]

...A cheeseburger. And fries.

Cheeseburger?

It's the staple of a normal American teenager's diet.

What is in it? Well, other than cheese of course.

You don't have burgers where you're from...? It's meat. Uh, cow. They come on a bun, and you can have like...sauces and pickles and lettuce and stuff like that.

Oh! A beef sandwich! Well, why did you not just say so!

'Cause it's not a "beef sandwich" it's a cheeseburger.

What is the difference, hm?

[Oh now he is just being a brat]

The burger part. [ HOLDS OUT THE HALF A CHEESEBURGER NOW FOR HIM TO OBSERVE ] See? The patty, the bun, it's all a matter of- of presentation.

Oh, it is grinded up! That certainly is... different.

[he seems unsure of the texture. Why grind it for a soup then squish it back together???]

[ With an air of certainty: ] It's a delicacy.

[ mmmm...another bite. how many months has he been without something so simple..... ]

[he can see the fat in that meat Alex oh goddess-]

E...enjoy it.

[he's going back to his bird tyvm???]

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latinumsbetter - 2025-08-27 20:50 (UTC) - Expand

Oh, a hyu-mon favorite. I should've known.

[he turns to the replicator]

Cheeseburger and fries.

[and with a sound, there's a very tasty looking cheeseburger and fries! Quark motions for Alex to come and get it.]

[ And, before he can get in his head about choking hazards or potentially contaminated meat or anything, he just snatches it up and takes a huge, satisfied bite. ]

...Mmmm... MmmmMMMM.

[ he might be about to cry honestly ]

Pretty good, isn't it? [he's practically beaming with smug pride]

[ He waits to swallow to reply, because while he is living a little, he isn't stupid. ]

It's divine.