03 . boat log!

[necrolord]

Who: necrolord and existing CR. If your character has met the Emperor and would respond positively to an invite, jump on in. (If you're not sure, ask me at ochrona!)
What: A voyage out to sea! This is a mingle log; feel free to toplevel and tag around.
When: Ambiguously around New Year's.
Where: The Pthumerian Ocean.

Content Warnings: Undead sailors, flesh-eating crabs, tentacles, corpses; Deer-standard levels of inherent fleshy horror. Note all the usual warnings of this character.

[ See John's toplevel for prompts, and feel free to tag in brackets or prose! ]

Comments

[hauntedsavior]

[usually not, no. good wager. but hey, she's playing this whole thing by ear here. she's definitely got capital-O Opinions on the pantheon so far that she'd be glad to share.]

So I don't think there's, like, a ton of them out to throw us through hell. I think Moss King might do it just for fun, but I already know I don't like that guy. Honestly, a lot of the ones in Trench just seem like normal people? [her longcoat moves with her shoulders as she shrugs.] Like, powers of gods, sure, but Cloverfield is just this big lonely guy, Tower is basically a muse, and Never Mind is this hyper-involved professor dude, you know?

I'm not really bothered by most of them. But I haven't met all of them yet. The only ones I think will be anything to worry about are Moss King, Mother Mercy, and... well. Our host out here in the middle of cold wet salt crab hell. You got any thoughts of your own on them?

[megatheorem]

Never Mind is the one that disorganizes the Archives for fun? [That Guy!! Least favorite!!!] Hmm.

[He waves a hand, like, well — never mind. Ha ha.]

I haven't met any of them personally, I don't — know if I want to. Like I said, I don't know what I'd say. [He shrugs, then,] Is 'Mother Mercy' supposed to be an ironic name?

[hauntedsavior]

Oh, I have no idea what's going on with her. I've heard stories that she's one of the people who came over from the Dream—you know, the place that this place was before it was Trench? [she has no clue if that's actually true or if he does know what she means by that. probably not, right?]

I'm still fuzzy on the details, but all the people I can ask seem pretty fuzzy on it, too. If I had to guess, yeah, it's probably ironic. But you're not really supposed to be able to understand gods the way you understand humans, right? They just operate on a totally different level from the rest of us.

[megatheorem]

Is that — "Deerington"? I've heard the name; I didn't know it was a dream.

[But he's heard just enough about The Place, Deerington to guess that it's the before; he hasn't delved into history yet, what with all the present demanding careful attention.

He wrinkles his nose and shrugs, though, distasteful like she's waved a foul-smelling something at him instead of said this thing about gods.]

Do they? [ehhhh.] Well, Mother Mercy sounds like the most interesting one yet, if you ask me. Is she around? I might want to say hi to her.

[hauntedsavior]

So that's the thing, I've heard that she's really hard to track down for yourself, but.

[this is just speculation, just stories she's heard, but she's pretty sure that stories have a lot of power here. and that they're probably a hundred percent correct.]

If you do something to wrong someone bad enough, I've heard that that's when she shows up. She'll make you apologize to them and make it right with them, one way or another. Kind of like what J-man wants his followers to do back home, but she seems a lot more... malevolent about it.

[megatheorem]

Oh.

[Well, less than ideal. He doesn't really intend to do that, unless, like, littering or something counts? Can he purposely litter for an audience?]

I'll work something out, I guess. Wrong is wrong even with a knowing collaborator, hmm? There are possibilities. Options.

[hauntedsavior]

I mean, I guess, yeah. [it's not the way she would've solved it, but if he's so curious to learn more than she can't suppose she faults him for it.]

And hey, if that doesn't work out, maybe she'll show up anyway and get pissed that you were trying to pull one over on her. Win-win, as long as you don't mind getting turned into atomic dust for it or whatever gods do when you piss them off.

[megatheorem]

[Palamedes makes a face, furrowed brow and tight grimace at the very notion. Ah yes. Atomic dust. A fascinating thing to be.]

I'd pull through. Maybe I'll get points for showing initiative.

[Which always worked when he was a precocious little brat one-upping adults in their chosen field of study, so! Why not try that again. He lets his grimace slide back to something more neutral and friendly, and looks down to gently nudge a crab off his shoe with his opposite foot. Hm!]

Well! In the meantime, do you want to look for squids with me? I'm supposed to be taking notes, after all.

[hauntedsavior]

Oh, absolutely, yeah. They're not gonna rescue themselves.

[is she forgetting something? she might be forgetting something. the crabs are starting to come out again after her stupid little dramatic reading of her one-act play about gods, so it's probably better to move along anyway. oh—fuck, right, of course.]

My name's Anna, by the way. You know, if we're gonna be saving squids and communing with gods together and everything.

[megatheorem]

Well, at least one of those.

[Who knows which one! He holds out a hand, ready for a Professional Handshake (it won't be, he's a delicate wizard with hollow bones).]

Palamedes. Let's go a little crazy and try communing with squids.

[haha. .......unless?]

[hauntedsavior]

[she offers an extremely lazy handshake, like she hasn't done one in a while, but she's not gonna squeeze him until his brittle bird bones shatter. she's nice like that.]

Nice meeting you, Pal. [not even gonna try.] Fuck it, let's give it a shot. Here, squiddy squiddy!