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GARDEN OF AVALON


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There is a moment of silence. That is all there is, following the end one meets, but it is wrong to say that nothing else proceeds afterward. Indeed, upon the deceased opening their eyes, there's a feeling like settling into a body that has not yet crossed over, and an undeniable bright scene in front of them.

Is it heaven? Is it purgatory? These are the questions that may unfurl when faced with a bright, vibrant sky with pleasant colors, and soft clouds. Alongside this pleasing sight are picturesque rivers, running around fields of flowers mixed with lively greenery that seems to extend to distances behind one's comprehension. But, make no mistake—there are large trees dotted here or there, where someone might feel compelled to lie under given how welcoming they look.

Perhaps most striking, however, is the floating tower, that seems currently unreachable no matter how close anyone nears it. Does it need to be blocked off with an invisible shield? Honestly, no. But nobody knows that, and maybe no one will figure it out either, despite how many times they will ask who frequents it...who so happens to be standing outside of it, but also nearby. Huh.

Who's that? Well, that's—

Merlin, Mage of Flowers
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What a shock, isn't it? To see someone like Merlin so soon. Yet, he hardly seems perturbed, as he says, "Oh, so you've come! What a terrible fate you've been met with. But, don't worry, there's plenty of things to keep you occupied with.

What do I mean by that, you ask? I mean yourselves, of course! And, yes, by the way, you're still dead. So sorry about that. If you need anything, though, just call my name and I'll be there."

Beat. "Probably."

Then he disappears helpfully in a flurry of petals, not even saying where this is. Wow, helpful, isn't he? But, you have more than enough time to explore, at least. And hey, where did that random shack come from far off in the distance? If one goes in, they'll find a random bookcase inside, filled to the brim with fairytales that automatically replenishes if all books have been read with new ones. In addition, there's a random 'fan magazine' of the super popular idol Magi☆Mari; a beautiful white-haired young woman with purple eyes. Huh, why does she look familiar?

...Anyway, at least this will all keep one occupied.

As a side note, off to the distance are a a massive gathering of trees, but whenever one tries to approach them they can't seem to actually get close. How obnoxious! Looks like you'll have to just continue to admire your surroundings of pink flowers, one or two solitary trees, rivers, and other flora for miles on end.

As of 'Week 3', there is now an additional, cutesy shed in the Garden of Avalon that can be accessed for arts and crafts materials. Sewing kits, canvasses, painting materials, paper, you name it! There also is a shelf full of lube as well, for your needs. They will have a hint of a flower scent.

As of 'Week 4', the forest is glowing and can at some point be entered for funtimes.

By 'Final Week', there is a small little cottage of some sort that has appeared, which is ridiculously more spacious once walked into. It appears to be like a little free-for-all clothing store, except everything is free of charge. The styles range from cutesy pink, stylish, fancy, and to even towards the gothic side of things...but also there is a spot filled with make-up and the like! Do you want to look pretty in death? No worries, you too can shine here as well with beauty products found along the shelves, and of course mirrors alongside changing rooms for your convenience.

There are also knitting tools, for those wanting to really step up their skills.

Additionally, in this large 'cottage', there are private changing rooms with mirrors and a plush long seat to sit down if you want to for whatever reason. The doors lock once someone is inside and the door is closed.

Lastly, for those feeling 'adventurous', they would also happen to find costumes. Sexy ones, likes nurses, maids, and the like, but also silly 'scary' ones like a t-rex and a sheet ghost.

The forest has also stopped glowing, and upon entering it give you view to a beautiful lake surrounded by trees (sans mist.) The sky is still a fantastical color, and taking a soak at any time is possible.

However, on the other side of the forest, is a field of beautiful blue flowers, and a perpetually midnight sky.

Comments

[immortalpoet]

I've had it a few times.

[Now he's getting a Look(TM).]

I'm not going to beg. Keep your seafood.

[conchy]

[His favorite look...! It's almost as delectable as his favorite meal.............!

...But Lobelia doesn't make a scene, as much as he'd like to. That would make Vergilius Unhappy.]

How I wish you would! But that's alright, mon cher. You don't seem like the type of man who knows how to do much more than boil an egg, so allow me to handle the culinary affairs.

[immortalpoet]

[He does the doubleblinkwhiteguy.gif.]

...I can cook. Not a lot, but a bit. It's not that hard.

[conchy]

Is that so...?

[Why does Lobelia look like he seriously doubts that? Who knows!]

Then you'll cook alongside me and make this a team effort?

[immortalpoet]

No.

[#mean]

[conchy]

Hm?! Why not? You just claimed that you aren't as inept as you seem!

[USELESS MEAN OLD MAN???]

[immortalpoet]

Because I don't feel like it.

[#verymean]

[conchy]

Vous êtes cruel! You're denying us both a perfect opportunity to strengthen our bond...!

[As if that's going to matter once they're out of here and have access to more than apples and the occasional preprepared feast??]

[immortalpoet]

What does cooking together have to do with that? What is it? Just making food in the same place?

[conchy]

Non, non, non! Mon dieu, so unromantic!

[Cooking is so much more than that! Before Lobelia even begins explaining, he's thrown his arms out wide to dramatically gesticulate.]

Cooking together is one of life's simplest and purest pleasures! I would spend many a night helping Maman in the kitchen trading stories over the stovetop.

[Hm. How can he make the idea of cooking together appeal to Verg? Ah, he's got it.]

Have you never cooked together with the enfants at the orphanage? Memories are invaluable, you know, even the mundane ones.

[immortalpoet]

[HE'S ROLLING HIS EYES AT THE "UNROMANTIC" PART.]

Simplest pleasures...


[And.........oh.]

[That really is an aim at his soft spot. Damn you, Lobelia.]

...So what if I did?

[conchy]

[Lobelia knows how to hit those weak points like bullseyes every time. No helping the smug grin on his lips, but at least he means well(?)]

Then you would understand exactly what I mean, wouldn't you? Time spent with the ones you love is valuable no matter where that time is spent.

[immortalpoet]

[HE'S LETTING OUT A SIGH AND GRUMBLING YOU WIN THIS TIME LOBELIA!!!!]

Yeah. Maybe.

[conchy]

[Yes yes, very good, just as planned, hon hon etc. Lobelia hums, quite satisfied with himself, and moves to quickly snatch Vergilius' hand before he can pull it out of the danger zone.]

I'm glad you understand! Well then, why don't we get something to eat? Delay too long and there will be nothing left for you.

[A certain black hole is going to sweep through here eventually and eat every dish + the table, probably, so there's no time like the present.]

[immortalpoet]

I don't even know what I want to eat.

[Seemingly reluctantly letting his hand being taken...]

[conchy]

Ne t'inquiète pas! You'll find your appetite returning to you after you've sampled some of the dishes on offer.

[Lobelia guides Vergilius along to the buffet table, and... hm. Well. He doesn't know what half of this is, but that doesn't stop him from picking up a pickled veggie of some sort and poking it into Vergilius' mouth. Why sample it himself when he has the perfect test subject right here?]

[immortalpoet]

[WOW]

[MUFFLED, THROUGH CHEWING]

Uhmnawtachild.

[conchy]

Eh? What was that?

[Not a child, hm? Lobelia snorts, giving one of the pickles a try himself. Not too bad, but it's a bit tart for his liking.]

Be a good boy and don't talk with your mouth full, Vergilius.

[immortalpoet]

[Hi, he's taking the apple from the hog, thank you hog, grabbing Lobelia by the jaw, and just shoving it in his mouth. What was that? Hm?]

[conchy]

[Oh, Vergilius.............. Lobelia really did want to avoid making a scene at the party, but how is he supposed to resist when he's not the one who cast the first stone? Before that apple can reach his mouth, Lobelia sharply whistles and blows it to pieces, sending bits of apple scattering everywhere. What now, old man?]

[immortalpoet]

[he is NOT to be deterred from apple explosion because he's just picking up a slice of pizza OPEN WIDE BINCH!!!!!!!]

[conchy]

Mmph.

[Score! Vergilius manages to cram that piece of pizza into his mouth without issue, but ugh? His face?! Lobelia doesn't even take a proper bite of it, swatting the thing away and sending it hurtling to land in a nearby treetop. If he breaks out, he's going to make Vergilius regret it.]

You are not an enfant, you claim, and yet you behave like a toddler throwing a tantrum. Where are your table manners?

[Is he pouting...? No, fuck you, you're pouting. He's gonna be rubbing oil off his face for hours..........]

[immortalpoet]

Tch.

[TCH!!!!]

[He's glowering, now - satisfied he got the pizza in, but he's picking off pieces of apple from off his suit.]

You're the one who started it.

[conchy]

Really now? Was the kindness I extended to you too much to bear...?

[Is the definition of romance not tenderly shoving pickles into your lover's waiting mouth? Lobelia isn't satisfied with Vergilius' answer, and so he slowly, menacingly, raises his hand into the air, his fingers poised to snap.]

S'excuser.

[immortalpoet]

[GIVING HIM THE MOST DEADPAN LOOK]






Sorry. [And then snapping right after:] You could've just asked if I wanted to try it.