[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

[moneytwin]

Ah, now, I can't promise it'll be decent. [the knife is waggled a moment] But it will be edible.

[ And it's not fish. For reasons besides the obvious, that makes this much more preferable. And savoury is what the tongue craves tonight, rather than something sweet.

She lapses into silence as she concentrates on peeling some of the vegetables, the scent of coffee leaving her feeling wistful. It makes her miss home, miss her family. She may start sticking things onto skewers with a little more force than necessary accordingly. ]

That seems to be catching. I envy anyone able to get a full night's sleep any time soon that doesn't require drugs or potions. Or alcohol. [do they even have any alcohol worth drinking around here?]

[dadandgone]

Edible is a step up from some recent culinary experiences.

[He's accepted that nothing is ever going to come close to his wife's cooking, so he's not even going to bother getting his hopes up. While she focuses on the skewers, he keeps his attention on preparing the coffee. It's certainly a strange mix of smells, but not necessarily an unpleasant one.]

If people are in their beds, I doubt they'll be getting much sleep, as you say. It's not an easy thing...what we just experienced.

[He sets out two mugs.]

Are you a coffee drinker like the family member you mentioned?

[moneytwin]

No. No, it's really not.

[ That it ended as it did, after all they'd been working to achieve.. Sometimes shit happens and there really isn't anything they can do about it. It reminds her of Emon, except worse: at least something remained after, at least the attack was to conquer.

She sets her jaw a moment, and the chopping gets a little abrupt for a bit until she can swallow down feelings, and respond to his other query with--

A pause, and an odd expression of longing; whoever she misses, it's not just in the traditional family sense. Then a nod, with a lopsided smile. ]

Not so much, but I enjoy it from time to time. I'm about done with these, I'll carry them while you bring mine?

[dadandgone]

[Maes only catches a glimpse of it, but he recognizes that expression all too well. It's what he's been feeling on a near constant basis since coming here and being given confirmation about what had happened to him back home. He gets it and as such isn't going to push it very much.]

Sure. It'll at least help with the cold alongside that fire you mentioned.

[He picks up the mugs, ready to follow her out to the cooking fire.]