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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

[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.

[conchy]

[What good is an apology if Vergilius is immediately going to take it back with a sharp retort? Lobelia hums, thumb rubbing along the pad of his middle finger in slow, indolent circles, weighing his options.]

Non, non! Try again. I would like a simple apology and nothing else, Monsieur Vergilius.

[immortalpoet]

[Of course, he's as stubborn as a mule, though he simply looks exhausted as he folds his arms.]

...Only if you apologize, too. Or I'm leaving and not coming back to this party.

[conchy]

[Alas, he was this close to throwing the entire party into disarray by destroying every scrap of food on this table and relishing in the sight of Beelzebub vacuuming up the remains from the grass. Oh well! He can't risk breaking his vow to Vergilius, so with a heavy sigh, Lobelia lowers his hand and tucks it into his pocket.]

Je suis désolé.

[AUGH, APOLOGIZING BURNS,]

Regardless of my intentions, I should have asked your permission first.

[immortalpoet]

....I'm sorry.

[Apologizing really does burn, UGH.]

And I shouldn't have reacted rashly in my annoyance.

[conchy]

[Apologizing might sting, but being on the receiving end of an apology always feels good. Under the circumstances, Lobelia really can't stay angry.]

Je vous pardonne. If nothing else, I hope you found the taste to your liking.

[immortalpoet]

...It wasn't bad.

[#honest]

Makes me want to try the rest. Maybe it's also not bad.

[conchy]

Heheh! You're a harsh critic, but I would expect no less from you.

[Vergilius is pretty harsh in general. Moe...]

Why don't you give the rest a try? At your leisure, of course.

[Lobelia's hands are staying in his pockets where they belong.]

[immortalpoet]

Alright.

[He's going to get a plate to go pick stuff up of his choosing...a pizza slice there...some appetizers here....]

[When he's not being harsh and overly violent, he's just vibing, it seems.]

[conchy]

[Good, very good. Vibe with the rest of the dead. Lobelia, however, doesn't seem inclined to eat much of anything. He is simply content to watch Vergilius make an actual attempt at enjoying himself.]

[immortalpoet]

[Eventually he will come back.]


[He's holding up a chicken kabob.]


..........Want to try?

[conchy]

Why not? It looks good.

[Welcome back, motherfucker. Lobelia looks at the skewer, looks at his man, looks at the skewer again. Should he just. Pull a piece of it off with his fingers, or is Vergilius finally ready to be gay in public with him?]

[immortalpoet]

[It seems this is his way of a peace token. Or something. Gay peace token.]

[He seems hesitant, but he's...holding it up to his face..........]

Try.

[conchy]

[Eating his lover's meat in front of Merlin and everyone.............

He's trusting Vergilius not to stab him in the face, leaning in and biting off a piece of the kebab.]

Hm! It's not bad. Not bad at all.

[immortalpoet]

[when you say it like that i regret this whole turn in the thread]

[He's nodding.]

I guess we can give one point to the wizard.

[conchy]

[suffer

The food he's sampled thus far hasn't been bad at all, but Lobelia will resist making a plate for himself. He doesn't need it in this place, after all, and it's to the benefit of their whole group that they let Beelzebub eat the lion's share of the meal. The happier everyone is, the sooner they can get out of here and Lobelia can return to being a selfish ass. He's tired of being nice, he wants to go apeshit.]

A single point, perhaps, but we could do with proper meals more often! What sorts of foods do you prefer, Vergilius?