Event Log | Days 18-20

[doomcame]

WHO: K, Squalo, Taissa, Chloe & Cat
WHAT: Cabin fever, but inside a jail. The above get stuck after seeking shelter from the storm.
WHEN: Days 18-20
WHERE: VII.C.25 AKA Martin's Jail™
WARNINGS: None yet, please add them to toplevels and I'll update this as necessary.
NOTES: Make your own toplevels within and tag around for shenanigans and bad times.

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[absentconstellation]

"How do the stars survive?"

[desperate_times_right]

“They burn until they get unstable and explode. I don't think you do that.”

[absentconstellation]

"Certainly not," he agrees, stretching out once again as if his explanation is entirely mundane.

"My stars are quite stable."

[desperate_times_right]

“Your stars? What, you like, float around in a star system?”

[absentconstellation]

"In several," he corrects her. "I am a constellation. The space between them is far more vast than you know."

[desperate_times_right]

“…There’s a cat constellation?”

Chloe doesn't know nearly as much about this as she should, apparently.

[absentconstellation]

He stares flatly at her. Obviously there's a cat constellation. He's right in front of you.

[desperate_times_right]

“Well, I don't know!” Chloe’s never met a constellation before. Probably. “Why aren't you stars?”

[absentconstellation]

"I am," is his simple answer.

[desperate_times_right]

“You seem a little small, dude. No offence.” Also not on fire.

[absentconstellation]

"You are only human," he says, somewhat pityingly. "It stands to reason that you cannot comprehend such matters."

[desperate_times_right]

Sounds like a line to Chloe. Maybe he doesn't know either. “So… like the seven sages could just come down here and hang out?”

[absentconstellation]

"They have no interest in the affairs of mortals. Such things bore them." The Cat is rather unusual in that sense. It's no surprise though, since cats have always been nosey and curious.

[desperate_times_right]

“Oh, okay. I guess since they're old guys they can't backflip if they get bored.” Unlike a certain shirt-hating feline.

[absentconstellation]

"Humans are adapted to long stretches of inactivity. Cats are not."

[desperate_times_right]

“Don't get me wrong, I don't think most of us humans are taking this well either. It sucks in here.”

But this cat is doing so much.

[absentconstellation]

"Indeed not," he agrees, taking that to mean that she understands his needs and recognizes that she was wrong to question them.

[desperate_times_right]

Whatever gets you through the day, buddy.

“So you can just come down and hang out, huh?” Raises some questions. “Do you know if the gods are real?”

[absentconstellation]

He looks up again with some confusion. No one he knows ever questions if the gods exist. They're far too active in the Mortal Realms to be doubted.

"Most certainly. Did you believe otherwise?"

[desperate_times_right]

Chloe shrugs. “I carry around a little idol of the patron god of the city where my ancestors lived, but when I needed help, where was he? You know?”

Would a cat know? Or a constellation or whatever.

[absentconstellation]

"The gods rarely involve themselves in the lives of any one mortal, however faithful that mortal may be. The lesser gods in particular are not able to travel between the Realms as freely as the Great Gods."

[desperate_times_right]

“But they're up there? They… know?” Chloe’s father had died trying to honour Ganesh and that has to count for something. Doesn't it?

[absentconstellation]

"The gods hear," he confirms. It's hard to say they 'know', because for the most part the gods don't really care about individual humans. A human life is brief and usually insignificant, there and gone in the blink of an eye.

Humans don't always like that. Truthfully, the Cat doesn't like it much either. So he doesn't mention it.

[desperate_times_right]

“Thank you.”

It's embarrassing to care about it, so she reaches into her bag.

“Hey, you one of those cats who will chase a flashlight beam?”

[absentconstellation]

One of 'those cats'? As far as he can tell, she basically just said the same word three times.

"I don't know. What is a 'flash light beam?'"