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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]

[...Blinks.]

Beans? [???????????] For what reason would you put beans on a kebab?

[immortalpoet]

Aren't those what legumes are?

[LOST IN TRANSLATION]

[conchy]

[...Ah. Lobelia snorts, bringing a hand to his mouth to stifle his laughter.]

Vegetables, my dear. Légumes means vegetables... but beans are vegetables too, I suppose.

[immortalpoet]

[DON'T LAUGH AT HIM!!!]



Why is your language like this.

[conchy]

Heheh! If you find this confounding, I should teach you how to count in my language.

[immortalpoet]

[Taking another bite in the meantime!!! Anyways. Swallowing. Carry on, sir.]

Is it that hard? I wouldn't think it is...

[conchy]

It's all quite simple in principle, but in practice... Well, let me give you an example. 69 is soixante-neuf, or sixty-nine, which is logical enough, but 70 is soixante-dix— sixty-ten.

[See the issue here, Vergie?]

[immortalpoet]

[???]

So what is 71, then? Seventy-one? Is it only for the tens?

[conchy]

Oui! You're so smart, Vergilius. It's the tens that get a bit cumbersome, but it's nothing that you couldn't easily memorize with a bit of practice.

[he wants to OOZE PRAISE OUT OF EVERY PORE, but Vergilius won't stand for that. Let it be enough that Lobelia is very, very happy that he doesn't have to explain this shit to him in detail.]

[immortalpoet]

Wow. Very complicated.

[praise]





[his head]

[conchy]

...Oui, you're intelligent, but boring! Honte à toi! You'll learn to accept compliments as they're given to you, je promets.

[Lobelia sidles back to the buffet table and takes a closer look at the food on offer. Gotta save most of it for Beel, but ah... He looks at Vergilius and points at the tofu sitting on the table.]

Are you familiar with this cuisine, Vergilius? I've not seen anything like it myself.

[immortalpoet]

I could really do without them.

[The compliments, he means. He's too awkward for them! But he's now eying what Lobelia is pointing out.]

Oh, yes. That's tofu. It's made with...soybeans, I think. It's not uncommon food where I come from.

[The City's fare seems to be based on a lot of Korean cuisine, but not like he'd know that.]

[conchy]

Soybeans... Haricots, in other words. Not to be confused with légumes.

[Yeah, yeah. Anyway, Lobelia continues to eye the tofu with suspicion.]

Will you eat it? I'd like to verify that it's safe to consume.

[WOW]

[immortalpoet]

Haricots...

[Okay. He will come over and just....start piling it on his plate.]

If you're too much of a coward, I suppose I can have all this to myself.

[conchy]

Heh! If that's how you feel, feel free to feed it to me.

[Vergilius would never put anything bad in Lobelia's mouth, would he?]

[immortalpoet]

Oh. I can't hear you over how delicious this is.

[nom nom nom]

[conchy]

Come now, don't be like that! Sharing is caring, isn't it?

[Lobelia isn't being too terribly pushy because seriously, the tofu? It doesn't look that great. He really wouldn't mind simply living vicariously through Vergilius here.]

Oh, I'm so triste... If only someone would share their strange soybean concoction with me.

[immortalpoet]

[#ignoring]

Oh, tofu. You're clearly a better companion than this very sad magician over here.

[conchy]

[Verg................ Lobelia is silent for a moment before dramatically gasping.]

Oh là là! You've gone mad, fraternizing with the tofu! Death truly does change a man for the worse!

[immortalpoet]

Are you jealous?

[:)]

[conchy]

Jealous?

[OF TOFU??? Lobelia scoffs at the very suggestion, but seeing something like genuine amusement sparkling in Vergilius' eyes, Lobelia plays along to keep him smiling.]

Évidemment! You luxuriate much too much in my sorrow, Vergilius! Does it not wound you to cause me so much distress?

[immortalpoet]

No, I think its the best form of entertainment, actually.

[He's having fun, he really is.]

[conchy]

Heheh! How unkind you are! I wonder if you were always such a curmudgeonly man?

[Are there any photographs of Vergilius as a child, Lobelia wonders? If they are, he's finding them and never giving them back.]

[immortalpoet]

Perhaps. Maybe even more curmudgeonly than I am now. Could you imagine?

[conchy]

Hardly! I would rather imagine that you were an earnest, charming jeune homme.

[He's caught glimpses of the Vergilius of yore in memories and knew that permanent scowl wasn't always so severe.]

Still, you are quite cute as you are now. I wouldn't trade you away for anything less!