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.

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a day or so after arrival; witch's tea party

[tripartites]

[ after a brief time to recuperate and adjust to their new environment, and some help from aglaea to find the needed materials and set the space up, a large patched-together tent stands in a tucked-away section of the platform, measuring about 8 meters in both directions. upon entry...

well, should you accept what you're seeing, what could it be but magic? golden butterflies flit hither and yon near the top of the canopy, as the amenities of the previous parlor room seem to have been reproduced here.

welcome, once more, to the witch's tea party. the same rules apply. the moment the work is done, the invitations appear in the same way as before to announce the event's continuation, with butterflies leading the way to the tent.

the hostess seems a bit more haggard and wary than before, following recent ordeals, but the sanctuary remains the same. why not enjoy yourselves? ]

[markofnobility]

[ the butterfly he saw in the channeling room over a week back makes sense now. Is this what he would have seen if he had not fled? Too late to question it now.

Ferdinand is not just accepting his senses, he is indulging them, luxuriating in them. He spins in a circle, arms out and eyes bright.]

Beatrice! Oh, this is delightful! A finer tea parlor I have never seen!

[ yeah if anyone wants to join him for a cuppa (or maybe a fine whiskey later) and cards he is very welcoming]

[tripartites]

[ well, at being called beatrice, she stops for a second before an amused glint enters her eye and she lets out a quiet cackling laugh. ]

Oh, you flatter me, Ferdinand! I find that hard to believe... surely, any port would do in the storm you've weathered? [ she spreads her arms wide. ]

But welcome. Is there a blend you favor?

[markofnobility]

[Honestly he still does not fully understand the distinction between Sayo and Beatrice. Are they different beings like Mutsumi and Mortis? Or closer to a stage persona? He has no idea, but he assumes if she is unsatisfied with either name at the moment she will tell him.]

No, not at all! Anything bigger and more lavish would tip into gaudiness. And trust, I have seen my share of gaudy tea parlors.

Hmm... I like citrus teas if possible?

[tripartites]

[ neither, and yet also both. it's not something any facet of her really knows how to explain, just something that is. either way, sayo taps a finger to her chin. ]

Mm... perfectly possible. You'll find that the Golden Witch's tea collection has nearly anything you might desire. But ah, let me see...

[ she drums her fingers on the tea cart in consideration as she approaches it, and then snaps her fingers. golden butterflies form a small tin in her hand, as she begins to busy herself with preparation. ] This is a wonderful Earl Grey variation you may like. Ah, that is to say—it is a black tea blend flavored with bergamot oil, if you've had something like that. This particular blend adds in rose petals and a bit of vanilla...?

[markofnobility]

[He of course does not know the name Earl Grey but the description lights his eyes up]

That sounds wonderful. I will place myself in your hands!