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[callmemeg]

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week 0, saturday

[callmemeg]

[ please find megara lounging on one of the bar chairs, casually eating a pomegranate like she owns this whole place. she does not? but whatever. when she spots ming yi, she’s lazily offering the other half of the fruit. ]

Here for a bite?

[maelstroms]

[ Well Meg is officially his favorite person so far, considering she's giving him food in greeting. Ming Yi accepts the half offered, picking some seeds out from the flesh as he moves towards the bar proper to sit in another chair. ]

Now I am. Mostly, I was looking to get away from the noise.

[callmemeg]

[ there's a thoughtful hum as meg pops a seed into her mouth. ]

Guess hoping for a little peace and quiet in a place encouraging indulgence was hoping for too much, huh?

week 0, wednesday

[callmemeg]

[ i hope ming yi was enjoying some peace and quiet, because meg is here now, and ready to destroy it. she kind of throws herself down into a chair with a loud ugh. ]

Despair. Really, if they wanted us to indulge, couldn’t they at least give us something we’d actually want to do? Who wants to be stuck wallowing in their emotions?

[ she’s really just going for it huh ]

[maelstroms]

[ Ming Yi glances up from where he's been separating loquats into halves for eating, slumped into a chair within reach comfortably with his legs straight out, but doesn't seem particularly bothered by Meg's dramatic wallowing. ]

Aren't you basically doing that now? [ He offers her half of a loquat, arm flopped over the side of the chair to reach. ] It's not exactly a conventional indulgence, that's for sure.

[ In deadpan: ] "Seek the root of your despair; its cause, its results, the emotions it sparks within you and the things you are motivated to do as a result."

[callmemeg]

Very funny.

[ rolls her eyes! but she's taking that loquat, thank you. ]

I know the cause of my despair, thanks, and the whole point of being here was to get away from it. And now we're supposed to just... wallow in it while everyone else has a good time? No, thank you.

w0 friday

[maelstroms]

anything happen to you last night?
besides probably being locked in somewhere

[callmemeg]

I'm alive, if that's what you mean.
But I did happen to match the decor where we got locked in. Not something I'd like to repeat.

[maelstroms]

considering there was only one name listed, i would hope you were alive
do i want to ask? the planetarium was tolerable enough once other parties stopped being "high out of their minds"

week 0, saturday.

[callmemeg]

[ the kitchen is going to be their official meeting place by the end of the game. there's a tray full of bread and cheese and fruits sitting before meg, and she'll slide it toward ming yi to share. ]

So. Got any theories on what, exactly, happened there?

[maelstroms]

[ Honestly between this and the common room, they might as well claim corners and take root, considering everything going on. Ming Yi does not hesitate to join her, and reaches to pick through everything after his shovel is propped against the nearby wall. ]

Harrowhark believes that the skull found might have been used as a focus for a spell. It's viable - the practice is common in Zhongguo as well - but we're not meant to have our abilities here. [ momf ]

[callmemeg]

[ meg points him with a piece of bread. ]

Exactly. So how would something like that work in the first place?

[ she takes a bite and chews thoughtfully. ]

Obviously, someone wanted to frame Wondergirl. They could have just taken her stuff for that, but if there was really some kind of spell involved... [ hmmm. ] ...Well, the Avatars did say this place will change to suit how we want to indulge, didn't they?

week 1, monday.

[callmemeg]

[ it's tea time, because bonding over food is the most valid kind of bonding there is. in this house we eat our feelings. anyway. ]

I believe that I owe you a s-story, don't I?

[ oh no ]

[maelstroms]

[ Hm, oh no. He's at least got the decency to not comment on the stutter, but it does cause him to pause from where he's looking at the tiny sandwiches with a more mild interest than usual. ]

If "now" happens to be the "later," then, yes.

[callmemeg]

As good a t-time as any.

[ you know. stutter aside. ]

So. H-Hades. You know that wh-whole, “root of your d-despair” thing? Well, he’s p-part of mine. He’s the g-god of the Underworld back home, and… my b-boss.

week 2, wednesday. 1/2

[callmemeg]

[ it’s bitch clique time!!! i’m backdating this to sometime after the mini-event, so meg is! in a mood! they really had to send her to the underworld, huh!! they really did that!! but whatever i guess she’s finding ming yi and flinging herself down on whatever surface can serve as a seat. ]

Whatever rewards we get for that task better be worth it. Babysitting Hades’ lapdog is the last thing I wanted to spend my afternoon on.

[ of course, she’s trying to avoid eye contact this week. who isn’t! but it’s not just about eye contact, is it? even proximity is enough, so ming yi suddenly finds himself in a different place entirely... ]

[callmemeg]

[ It’s been one day since your visit to the Underworld, and you couldn’t be happier. Your boyfriend is alive again, and the two of you have barely left each other’s company since returning home. He’s generous with his thanks, and his affection, and you return it all word for loving word, kiss for kiss. Has there ever been a more miraculous day in your life? Has anyone else experienced such joy? Somehow, as you fall asleep in his (warm, strong, alive) arms, you think it must be impossible that anyone could ever surpass the exhilaration of bringing the one you love back from the dead.

It’s been three days since your visit to the Underworld, and life is wonderful. You wake up together, share the day and meals and simple tasks around the home or in town. Having him home is everything you thought it would be, and more.

It’s been a week since your visit to the Underworld, and things feel normal again. Maybe you aren’t spending every waking moment together, but that’s alright. Everything is back on an even keel again, almost as if he’d never died at all. You like it this way. It’s easier to pretend you don’t see those little imps from the Underworld watching you from the shadows.

It’s been ten days since your visit to the Underworld, and you think a little distance is normal, right? It’s not like you’re married, and he had to go back to work sometime. You’re lucky to have gotten that time at all, really. There’s nothing to worry about. You love each other, and that’s what matters.

It’s been two weeks since your visit to the Underworld, and something feels… off. He used to leave you little gifts when he couldn’t visit - a note here, a flower there, maybe even a lovely piece of jewelry, if he wanted you to feel extra special. He used to whisper sweet things in your ear after a kiss, and he’d always tell you when he’d be back.

But now there are no notes, no gifts, no warnings when he leaves. He comes and goes as he pleases, and the time you spend alone is starting to overcome his visits. It’s hard not to wonder if you’ve done something wrong, when everything was so perfect not so long ago. But you don’t ask, because surely he’d tell you if you did? He’s always been so open with you, with both affection and other things, so why wouldn’t he say something?

Somehow, the glowing eyes of those imps makes you feel more ill at ease, but you try your best to ignore them.

It’s been three weeks since your visit to the Underworld, and your heart is breaking. The basket tumbles to the ground at your feet, unnoticed and forgotten, as you stare in shock across the agora. Surely you’re imagining this? It has to be a trick, right? He’d said he loved you just days ago; he couldn’t possibly be kissing someone else. So you hold yourself together just long enough to stride across the tile mosaic, eyes flitting anxiously between him and this… girl who’s draped herself all over him, and ask what’s going on. He tells you, in no uncertain terms, that he’s “moving on,” and when you argue that you sold your soul to save him, he has the audacity to thank you for giving him the chance to meet her. As you watch him leave with his new girlfriend, you fall to your knees with a sob, and the pieces of your heart you’d gathered shatter like glass around you.

It isn’t until you’ve made it home that the imps slither under your door, bringing with them a haze of smoke that makes you choke, as if it wasn’t hard enough to breathe around the lump in your throat. The air swirls as if alive, and finally, it coalesces to form one of the most feared gods of all, and he makes himself at home as if he owns the place. With a sinking feeling, you realize he does.

“Hello, Megara.” His voice alone sends shivers down your spine. “I’ve come to collect on our little deal.” ]

[maelstroms]

[ There's a low snort in response to her Mood, as Ming Yi just - slumps in the beanbags, probably. He's just vibing after having to deal with Omi and Fukuda during that fiasco, and cracks open his eyes to look at Meg. See how she's doing.

Of course, it's enough. A glance, being near one another - comfortably, he's relaxed around Meg, has been since their first bitch session - and it's.

Not surprising, he supposes. Memories have hit him this week for less.

Hades' voice makes his skin crawl, but something angry, loathing, fills him over the course of the memory. It resonates, and leaves him feeling stormy even after the memory fades out just as easily as it had sparked in the first place.

What a lowlife. Thankful? He was thankful, to Meg for giving up her soul in exchange for his? For her fate to be bound to his? It isn't the same as what he knows, but it strikes a chord regardless. Especially when a god plays with mortals once again, as if it doesn't matter - ]

Meg. [ That's all there is, at first. And then he reaches his arm out across their space, finding her hand and just - squeezing. ]

week 3, monday.

[callmemeg]

[ gently backdates this. where are we, snow. is it the kitchen? your gluttony indulgence... ]

So, if I heard right, these fancy little rewards of ours aren’t divided by sin this time, right?

[ i glanced at trial but SHRUGS ]

week 5, thursday.

[callmemeg]

Hey. Have you gotten any odd messages from Sunshine today? This one I got said she's seen the message, but the time is from before I even sent it.

[maelstroms]

[ oocly closes my eyes, having suspected this was going to lead to cyoa shenanigans



there is a very, very long beat before he answers. ]

i haven't seen her all day, and it's a thursday
she mentioned to me that she's seen that with people that disappear on thursdays when she tries to message them

week 5, saturday.

[callmemeg]

[ sqx isn't the only one with a room to herself anymore, so we can head to meg's sometime after trial. i'm assuming they picked up some snackies along the way for ming yi's sake, but once they get there meg is just

flopping face first on the bed and letting out a loud, muffled UUUUUUUUUUUUUGH into the pillow. ]

[maelstroms]

[ He'll be a good boy and take his boots off as he comes in, practiced and efficient, before dropping the snackies down next to the bed and -

flop

right back on his back, avoiding hitting her with any limbs. ]

week 6, monday.

[callmemeg]

[ how are we seven weeks in. my head is so empty, snow, they are somewhere in the station. maybe the kitchen so they can have snackies. anyway, ming yi will feel meg’s hesitation when she spots him, but she only pauses for a moment before approaching him. ]

Ming Yi... can I ask you something?

[maelstroms]

[ there's a brief flicker of responding uncertainty to her hesitation, concerned, before it settles down into that strange layeredness to his emotions (the silt level of anger and misery, beneath everything, and then something dead inside) topped with warmth for meg herself, and he turns from where he's messing with the vending machine. it's a moment's break from his work on the barricade, but. ]

Of course you can.