TDM 005: Ch-ch-changes!

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A, Garden Level - Autumn Celebrations!
[It may be November in the real world but when you're dead time is fake! So this week/month GARDENFEST is happening...........aka a bootleg mishmash of Oktoberfest and an Xmas Market. In general: PARTY TIME.

Drinks! Foods! Bad singing!! Drunkenly built gingerbread houses! You're thrown in a festive identity clash of imps and cherubs in the garden playing music that doesn't match or shoving drinks at you. Don't worry, if you don't want a mug of beer, it might just be gingerale! Anyway sorry you died but PARTY PARTY JOIN US JOIN US--]


B, Hell Level: ICE to meet you!
[Down at the HellRaiser hotel, the hellish amenities await your every need, but spooky season is over. Aside from the usual, er, allure of Hell, it also seems to be slowly freezing over. Ruh roh. It's not much now, but occasionally you may be hit by a teeny tiny icicle as you explore, awww. Other times it's a whole fucking STALACTITE crashes down on you. Better dodge or hope someone pushes you out the way!! Look out for slick sidewalks too!

Otherwise, hey have some fun in Hell!! Go to a club, get some drugs, go to a casino, win and get mugged!! Ever have a drink made out of literal MAGMA? Go on, try it!! Slaps hell's cobbled brimstone you can fit so much chaos down here!]


C, Heaven Level: Spice, spice, baby.
[Heaven-side, the cherubs are ready to welcome you and give you the VIP treatment!! Massages! Manipedis! Lavish outfits and attention! You can raise your hand and just get a fucking cat sat on your lap! Truly, this is bliss!!

Oh, but it's also cozy season in Heaven! So along with the best fits for the chillier weather, There are an assortment of beverages being offered by angels for you to sample (CW Mind Manipulation):

Apple Spiced Latte- Tasty and earthy! But you suddenly feel more subservient.
Cranberry Spiced Latte- A bit tart but it works. This might make you sassier than usual.
Stuffing Spiced Latte- There is no effect. Why would you drink this you monster.

For the TDM you can find small cherub-run kiosks with these drinks on any level you prefer! If that's not your cuppa joe, feel free to explore the beauty of Heaven per usual! The beach! Boardwalk! All the cafes!! Whatever heaven should have, you can likely find it.]

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Emet-Selch | Final Fantasy XIV | Hellbound

[sassian]

A. Gardenfest!

[A finely-dressed man, tall even despite the slump of his shoulders, wends his way through the crowd to a small stage, where he pokes the STOP button on the stereo, silencing the discordant seasonal music. He heaves a weary sigh before stretching a hand up toward the sky and begins his oration, voice ringing out with practiced projection.]

And so the actor, having played his part to the fullest, taken his final bow, and exited the stage, goes not to his well-earned rest as the curtain falls but is instead dragged back into the glare of the stage lights for a most unwelcome encore.

What's more, he now finds the stage changed beyond recognition and a new script, yet-unread, laid before him. What new farce shall he play out before an indifferent audience? How much longer must he endure and, at the end of this new melodrama, shall he at last lay down his weary head?

[He snatches a beer from a passing cherub and cracks it open. He takes a chug before tossing the mug aside with a grimace.]

... And really, you could at least provide more refined refreshments.

B. Chilling in Hell

[Emet-Selch is, in fact, enjoying one of those magma drinks, with a frilly little cocktail umbrella stuck in it. He sits slouched on a decrepit public bench, watching passers-by with a lazy smirk.]

Oh, do watch your step! [he calls out with mock concern as someone slips on the ice.]

Eyes above! [he warns, far too late for all but the most preternaturally swift to have time to dodge the falling icicle.]

C. Getting spicy in Heaven

[Emet-Selch was already quite sassy enough, but the cranberry spice latte still hits the spot.]

[He slumps against a convenient wall near a kiosk and judges all those who approach for the offerings.]

Really, is that your choice? I'm sure it's fine and all, but you could try being a bit more daring.

(ooc: For the canon-familiar, I'm taking Emet-Selch from just after the events in Shadowbringers 5.0)

Gardenfest

[unpaidovertime]

[Nanami is passing through the garden level, as he sometimes does on his way to Hell, and he's more than happy for the music to end. But the speech afterward has him rolling his eyes behind his usual glasses.]

Just died, I take it? There's better refreshments to be found around this place, but they tend to cost money.

[sassian]

Ah, currency. How pedestrian.

[He sighs dramatically.]

That even in death I should be subjected to such petty mortal contrivances. Next I suppose you'll tell me we're expected to walk everywhere.

[unpaidovertime]

Technically, it's not necessary, but it's helpful if there are things you want here beyond the basics. Your hotel should have everything you need and jobs are relatively plentiful.

And I'm afraid unless you're blessed with wings [He stretches his out to show off a little.] then yes, it's walking.

[sassian]

Employment? No thank you. I'd sooner spend whatever legth of time I'm stuck here sleeping on a public bench.

[He gives the wings a critical once-over.]

Bodily modifications. How quaint. Perhaps I may have my own when my "interim paperwork" is complete.

[unpaidovertime]

Too good for a little honest work? There's plenty of dishonest work to be found in Hell anyway. What did you do before you died?

[He puts a hand on his hip, he's not used to being on this end of the judgemental stare.]

They may be routine to you, but I didn't ask for them. And I don't particularly want them, even if I've finally gotten used to flying.

[sassian]

The issue is that I've done quite enough work altogether... But if you must have a short resume, I mostly spent my time raising empires and then demolishing them. I'm truly not interested in getting back into the business, especially as now there's no point to it.

[He smirks at the shift in stance.]

There really is no pleasing you mortals, is there? I've heard so many express their dreams of sprouting wings and flying, and here you are complaining about it.

[unpaidovertime]

I suppose it saves some time and resources to demolish what you've built, but it also sounds pointless.

[Nanami's wings puff out, annoyed and defensive. That's the real reason he doesn't like them, they give away his thoughts too easily.]

They're difficult to dress around, all of my suits have to be specially made to accommodate them. I'm sure the people who dream of them don't consider the practicalities of having them all the time.

[sassian]

Oh, I had good reason, though I daresay you wouldn't understand it. Suffice it to say, it was all in the name of a greater good which sadly never came to fruition.

[Oh that's precious. Mortals and their hollow sense of dignity...]

Ah yes, that is the drawback to not being able to create one's own clothes. Still, it seems a paltry price to pay..

[unpaidovertime]

No one has ever done wrong for the world when they had a 'good reason'. Surely.

[If his tone was any drier it would be actively sucking moisture out of the air.]

The clothes are part of it, knocking them into doorways and displays is another. Really, if it wasn't for the superior accommodations in Heaven, I would think I was being punished.

[sassian]

Oh dear, is that sarcasm I detect? How clever of you.

[And Emet's tone is is that which one might take when speaking to a particularly dimwitted child.]

I assure you, I know very well the lengths to which mankind is willing to go for the "greater good." It's something I've made great use of, in fact.

[He has himself a good little smirk about it.]

Oh, are the accommodations so superior? What's so good about it? A doubt it can make up for the awful glare.

[unpaidovertime]

I think I can see why you're not assigned to Heaven.

[And he can snark right back, thank you very much.]

If the light is too much for you you're going to be disappointed. But the room service in Heaven is quite a bit better, not to mention the treatment from the staff.

Gardenfest, lmfaoooo

[struckanerve]

[Did she hate most of this? Oh, absolutely, but it's at least got free booze and drinks, that's fine enough by her. The music is a little obnoxious but she's used to tuning out things she does not care to hear well enough that it's merely background noise that is just vaguely there in her attention.

It's the sudden lack of it that gains her attention, raising a brow slowly as she takes another sip of her drink to listen to whatever nonsense is about to happen. And... well, okay, this dude is pretty tall but nothing much different from the people she's used to. But what he's saying is what is wearing on her nerves.]

Get off the bloody stage! No one wants to hear your melodramatic bullshit! Just get wasted like a normal person!

[sassian]

[He heaves a heavy sight]

And cursed with a pedestrian audience, as usual.

I wouldn't expect you to understand, but I'm likely the only being in this wretched enclosure that even fits the descriptors "normal" and "person."

[struckanerve]

[Oh boy, he just had to go that far and she's actually laughing behind her drink. If he wants a go, then she's absolutely down to have a go. In fact she shoves her way past a few people to make sure he can see her in front of that stage, setting her drink to the side to place her hands on her hips. Her amusement is clear in the fang heavy grin and head tilt while looking up.]

Oh, babes, you're wrong on every single count there. Might not have the title here but I was an Overlord where I come from. And if you really wanna play that whole person and normal horseshit, I wasn't born like this you absolute dipshit. But go off and say some more drivel, dickhead~

[sassian]

You think I'm speaking of your form? [He smirks dismissively.]

It's nothing so shallow as that, I assure you. After all, there's no shortage of sad, hollow creatures shaped like people on that mortal coil I so recently shuffled off of.

No, I speak of the quality of the soul. Nothing bad sad, fractured remnants everywhere I look. Why, even those who apparently hail from other worlds entirely appear just as diminished as the wretched creatures I left behind.

[struckanerve]

You gotta specify if you're going to be insulting people in a crowd, especially when most of 'em were entirely different before they got down here. But thanks for the clarity. [She could not have more sarcasm in her voice if she tried, especially through the smile that is purposefully all fang. May as well see if this one will fold easily or actually try and keep up this superiority act.]

"Quality of the soul?" Are you talking about the whole "oh, there's a scar on your soul because of your traumaaaaa~" bullshit or is there something I'm missing? [At... least she seems a bit more interested in the subject than telling him to shut up and fuck off. So that's... progress?]