IC INTRO - JAN 2019

[phantasmods]

Sometime after the group all heads back down the mountain, comes another mass text from home base -

Hey guys? We started getting some weird readings overnight... It might be good if you started heading back this way? We're not sure what the Fissure is doing right now. (,,꒪꒫꒪,,)

So back you had better come! Along with that new friend of yours, who surely won't raise questions...

With the time issue being what it is, it's over the course of a day or two that people actually get back to the Station. Thus, there is no single feast set up like usual; instead, there are lots of hot drinks and various pots of soup made up throughout the two days that people trickle back to base. It's warm and filling, can't ask for much more.

The Station you return to hasn't changed that much from the one you left, though all your left behind pets are very glad to see you. It's now January and frost is on the ground, though not snow, at least for now. There is an air of emptiness around the Station that the first group of arrivals - the few of you who remain - will likely find familiar, though the murder sign has been updated while you were away as usual.

The androids, for their part, are very glad to see everyone (or at least, most everyone) returned safe and sound. (Though certain injured parties are destined for the medbay and Strange's fussing before they even get a chance to settle on rooms of their own.) In particular, Muon - now in a bright yellow vest instead of her previous scarf - spends a lot of time hanging out in the glider bay to welcome everyone back, both new faces and old.

TRADING POST - STRANGE - MUON - SIGNAGE CATCHALL - And don't forget to get on the housing post!

Comments

[eudaimonikos]

[Michael brushes off the opinions of most of Eos with a snort.]

If they've never actually met them, then their opinions don't count. Just means the gods have good PR.

[He folds his arms, tilting back in his chair a little.]

I made friends with some humans I was torturing. Supposed to be torturing - I was trying out this whole new thing, didn't really work. Anyway. One of them was a professor of ethics and moral philosophy when he was alive, so we all ended up taking classes from him a few times a week. Then I tried to smuggle them out of the torture zone, kinda didn't work the way I wanted, and things just kept escalating from there. [.....] Things usually keep escalating, for us...

[kingkingcxiii]

[Two millennia worth of rulers and oracles singing your praises is the best kind of PR, until they start questioning your grand prophecy that is.

Regis takes several moments to think over the explanation before asking a question that is probably not the one Michael's expecting.]

Were your friends safe the last time you saw them?

[Trust him. He knows a thing or two about situations starting to escalate and never stopping.]

[eudaimonikos]

Oh, yes, of course. I'd be a lot more upset about being here if they weren't.

[He grins in a way that sort of threatens mayhem.]

I left them in the universe I met Ignis and Noct in. It's safe now - we've got enough powerful friends there to drive off some demons, if they could even manage to find it.

[kingkingcxiii]

[Though he knows he shouldn't be so amused by that grin, Regis can't help but be anyway. It reminds him of a very similar one he wore on a few occasions during his youth. The one that usually gave Clarus a heart attack and sent Weskham planning for the very worst...and then some.]

I'm glad to hear it. Strong allies make it much easier to do research and put plans into action.