[OPEN] Well. That Didn't Go Quite As Planned

[moneytwin]

Who: EVERYONE
Where: The Temple of Beginnings
When: Immediately After The End.
Rating: PG-13, may vary by thread
What: You fall, you pick yourself back up and you move on. Or at least, you try.


Fished Out Of Water
One minute, you are witnessing the fabric of an entire world implode as it is literally ripped apart by powers unknown. The next, that tell-tale twist somewhere beneath your sternum, before you are bodily YANKED away from Akvos, away from the ocean and the Queen and the King and the Princess.

And land back on (mostly) solid, dry ground.

Welcome back to the Temple of Beginnings. Don't worry, there's no hurry for you to get back up just yet.


Hey, Howya Doin'?
Once you do get back up, now is the time to be taking stock of the situation - yours, your friends, and even those new merfolk neighbours (who may need a hand getting their fins back into the water). There is also the missing members of the Circle to consider: people who disappeared on the journey to Akvos, and those who never made it back..

(There's also that small matter with a certain 'witchess-san' that may be a cause for concern to some more than others.)

Whatever the case, it's a lot to process right now. Take the time you have, because you don't know if it'll be enough for what you need.

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[[ OOC: Here's an open post for threads reacting to the end of the Akvos world hop. Feel free to use the above prompts, and/or make your own! ]]

Comments

[fuck1ngusernam3]

[Hank watches him, eyes narrowed, taking his time to answer because he's deciding if he wants to take offense. Finally he huffs, looking away, sounding wry.]

Well, at least you threw in a 'do what you want though' before gettin all preachy.

[He stares out at the water, running his tongue over his teeth.]

Why d'you guys always act like 'temporary's such a bad thing, though? Who gives a shit? What the hell's wrong with temporary?

[dadandgone]

[Maes shrugs, casually. He's not sure what Hank is wanting out of him as a companion, so he'd erred on the side of caution. Did they really need to be using resources to heal people who were just going to go out and get themselves intentionally hurt? Don't they have enough problems to be working through right now.

It doesn't help that Hank keeps asking questions that he really doesn't know how to answer.]

I guess I just forget that not everyone has my sense of self-preservation.

[A lot of good it's done him though.]

Besides temporary...I have a new appreciation for that and most of the time when I get to thinking about it, I either don't want to dwell on it too long or I regret the stuff that is beyond me now because it's gone.

[fuck1ngusernam3]

[Hank snorts at the self preservation thing. Maes is still coming off a little condescending, as far as Hank's concerned, so Hank's priority is more on acknowledging that than on acknowledging that he knows - in that one way, at least - that the guy's right. Hank's not so far gone he can't recognize that.]

Don't want to dwell on what? [Yeah, all this is something Hank thinks about - but it's not something he talks about, at least not without a sardonic tone that lets him at least pretend he's only ever thought about it ironically. So his tone is dry, here, casual as he says it.] The temporary nature of existence? The inescapable march of time toward the end of everyone and everything you've ever loved? Hey, let's have a toast: to the inevitable heat death of the universe.

[He raises his bottle and then his eyebrows, waiting on Maes to do the same.]

Here's the part where you say fuck it, forget all that shit about it not actually helping, and sit down and drink with me.