[Area] Death Valley golf resort, Underworld
Aug 28, 2019 15:17:23 GMT -8
Post by flightlessicarus on Aug 28, 2019 15:17:23 GMT -8
Out of nowhere, a big rig appears in the sky above the golf resort!
Inside, there is a robot in complete control, along with a very terrified temporic in the passenger seat.
Tempus: AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
Thoren: we should be approaching the golf resort!!
Tempus: This better be worth it...
Somehow, they manage to land safely. If Thoren weren't fully bonded with his big rig, it's likely that they would have crashed.
They step out of the vehicle, each with their own agendas on their minds. One wanting to find their departed best friend, and the other, wanting to find the elusive "Seth 64".
The front of the building, much like many of the important buildings in the underworld, is dramatically tacky, complete with a giant ornamental skull above the entryway, flanked by two oversized golfclubs,
They enter the lobby of the resort.
There seems to be quite a bit of staff bustling about today. One of them even gasps at the sight of the two horned guests in the lobby.
Thoren doesn't care, he's been an object of fear for too long for that sort of reaction to particularly phase him.
They arrive at the front desk.
Thoren: Hello, we are here to sign in for the Seth Invitational?
Desk Ghoul: You are? that isn't until tomorrow.
Thoren: ...seriously?
Desk Ghoul: Seriously.
Thoren: Dammit.
Desk Ghoul: We do have a room open at the bed and breakfast located here, if you wish to stay.
A bed and breakfast. Completely unnecessary, but... perhaps a good stage for some quality time with Tempus? Thoren will need to bond with them more to gain their trust.
Thoren: Yes, we'll take the BnB option.
Tempus: Don't you literally have an RV? We literally took your inter-dimensional RV to get here.
Thoren: Look, I haven't been down here for a while and I've never been to a bed and breakfast before.
A cover-up.
Tempus: ...fine.
After some light registration work, they take a short golfcart ride and arrive at the bed and breakfast location.
Thoren: Here it is. Looks a lot nicer than I thought it would, being in the underworld and all.
Tempus: It looks like a dump.
Thoren: This is the realm of the dead. It's all a dump-heap.
Tempus: I would have thought that the bottom glass would look more elegant than this.
Thoren: This realm is where us seths go to die. We don't get to go to heaven or whatever privileged afterlife you expected.
Tempus: ...Look. I'm not one of your "seth"s. I'm my own person. We aren't even the same gender!
Tempus: You may be an alternate version of my parent, but you aren't my real parent!
The gulf widens between them, ever so slightly.
Something in particular sticks out to Thoren however, though perhaps it should have been obvious before.
They are of different genders... but are they really?
There's no doubt that Tempus is nonbinary, but Thoren himself... ever since he performed siren's gender affirmation ceremony, he's been wondering about his own gender.
There's a lot of crap he's been going through regarding identity, and this seems like just another piece of an already fucked up puzzle.
...He has to connect to Tempus and find the truth.
If it turns out that Tempus was a seth in a past life, it's very much possible that the ideal gender of all Greater Seth could be thrown into question.
Honestly, that makes this whole thing feel even scarier than before.
It doesn't take too long for the two of them to unpack their bags. With conventional time being only something that Thoren can feel via his connection to Alpha Seth, it's only through that, that he can tell how many hours it's been.
Regardless, his battery is starting to get low. They decide to get to bed.
Thoren: We've got a long day tomorrow. Make sure to get plenty of sleep.
Tempus: ...stop trying so hard to be my parent. I'm thousands of years old for fuck's sake.
Thoren: Well fuck you too.
They both lay in opposite twin beds in a dark room. There is a bone-chilling draft that only the blankets and a tiny space heater can defend against. Such lack of comfort is of no concern to those who have endured worse.
Tempus buries themself under the covers, arms protectively covering their prismatic aura crystal, not that most can touch such a projection anyways.
Thoren, despite being in "sleep mode", plugged into the wall, is awash with constant streams of thought. Is he trying too hard at this? Can Tempus tell how desperate he is to find purpose and reason in these depressing times?
Let alone a friend that will actually spend time with him?
It's nice being married to Raine and all, but she can't exactly spend quality time with him all the time. She has her own life to live, after all.
Thoren almost wishes he could be a father, or a parent of some type. This is at least the third time he's tried to take on a father figure role. First with some kid that didn't need it, second time with a brother who he made a new body for, only for him to go his own direction and never call home again, and this time, someone that may have been a brother in a past life.
Maybe he'll have better luck tomorrow.
The next morning...
The two of them make their way downstairs. The host has mentioned that their breakfast will be ready soon. They sit across from eachother at the table.
Tempus: ...Good morning.
Thoren: Good morning to you too.
Tempus: ...
Thoren: ...are you still pissed off about yesterday?
Tempus: I'm here for one reason and one reason only. I'm here for Estelle. I don't need a parent, and I don't need a deathtrap golf
course run.
Thoren: Tempus... Do you really think you'll find them in this particular version of the afterlife, in this dimension?
Thoren: There's countless dreambubles such as this in The Furthest Ring, and this is only one of them.
Thoren: Usually only players of the game arrive here. Being from another dimension, I'm sure neither of you have played it in the past.
Tempus: ...
Tempus: ...are you saying I went here for nothing?
Thoren: There's more to life than searching for a beloved friend, as much as I'd hate to admit. Why don't you try to find new friends?
Tempus: ...If I get attached to another person, I'll just wind up heartbroken again when they inevitably die.
Tempus: The fate of all mortals mocks me.
Thoren: ...you mean, there isn't anyone from your dimension with a comparable lifespan to yours?
Tempus: Not that I have ever met. I've heard legends of a place known as the Figment Dimension Which may be what I seek, but there are horror stories of those who enter that chaotic realm.
Tempus: Either they are driven insane, die, or awaken back home countless years far flung into the future.
Thoren: ...
Host: Your breakfast is ready!
There is a break in the tension. The host brings over a plate of hotcakes, drenched in syrup and butter. Tempus stares at the hotcakes, practically drooling at the sight.
Thoren suddenly remembers something important about food from the underworld.
It causes instant death to the living.
Thoren's precautionary instincts kick into high gear, causing him to destroy the hotcakes with a single swipe of his robotic arm!
Tempus and the host stand there in shock.
Tempus: ...what the Fuck?!
Thoren: I just saved your fucking life! Food from the underworld is not fit for the living!
Tempus: ...Seriously?
Thoren: Seriously.
The host stares at them angerly.
Host: Get out. You don't slap my home cooking like that.
Thoren: Hey, can you not see that this guest is alive?! You should know what food from this realm does!
Host: The resort isn't responsible for any fatalities which occur on the premises.
Thoren: Fuck you too. Let's pack up and go, Tempus. This bitch doesn't need our patronage.
With their bags packed just as easy as they were unpacked, the two of them leave the bed and breakfast, hungry and unsatisfied.
Tempus: ...Tell me again. Why did we decide to stay at a bed and breakfast in the underworld?
Thoren: I... I wanted to get to know you better. I know you don't want a new parent or a father, but... there's something that burns inside of me that craves that sort of ...connection.
Tempus: ...you do remind me a lot of my parent back home, except you actually have a good excuse for not being there when I needed you most.
Tempus: At least you look like you actually give a shit about me.
Tempus: I don't like thinking about my parent, but I think you're alright in my book.
Thoren smiles, for once.
Thoren: ...How about we get some better food from my RV? I'd like to make it up to you for ruining your breakfast.
Tempus: As long as its edible.
Thoren and Tempus take a golf cart back to the Eros Machina. There's probably some captchalogued food in the freezer or something.
This could be the start of a great friendship.
Inside, there is a robot in complete control, along with a very terrified temporic in the passenger seat.
Tempus: AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
Thoren: we should be approaching the golf resort!!
Tempus: This better be worth it...
Somehow, they manage to land safely. If Thoren weren't fully bonded with his big rig, it's likely that they would have crashed.
They step out of the vehicle, each with their own agendas on their minds. One wanting to find their departed best friend, and the other, wanting to find the elusive "Seth 64".
The front of the building, much like many of the important buildings in the underworld, is dramatically tacky, complete with a giant ornamental skull above the entryway, flanked by two oversized golfclubs,
They enter the lobby of the resort.
There seems to be quite a bit of staff bustling about today. One of them even gasps at the sight of the two horned guests in the lobby.
Thoren doesn't care, he's been an object of fear for too long for that sort of reaction to particularly phase him.
They arrive at the front desk.
Thoren: Hello, we are here to sign in for the Seth Invitational?
Desk Ghoul: You are? that isn't until tomorrow.
Thoren: ...seriously?
Desk Ghoul: Seriously.
Thoren: Dammit.
Desk Ghoul: We do have a room open at the bed and breakfast located here, if you wish to stay.
A bed and breakfast. Completely unnecessary, but... perhaps a good stage for some quality time with Tempus? Thoren will need to bond with them more to gain their trust.
Thoren: Yes, we'll take the BnB option.
Tempus: Don't you literally have an RV? We literally took your inter-dimensional RV to get here.
Thoren: Look, I haven't been down here for a while and I've never been to a bed and breakfast before.
A cover-up.
Tempus: ...fine.
After some light registration work, they take a short golfcart ride and arrive at the bed and breakfast location.
Thoren: Here it is. Looks a lot nicer than I thought it would, being in the underworld and all.
Tempus: It looks like a dump.
Thoren: This is the realm of the dead. It's all a dump-heap.
Tempus: I would have thought that the bottom glass would look more elegant than this.
Thoren: This realm is where us seths go to die. We don't get to go to heaven or whatever privileged afterlife you expected.
Tempus: ...Look. I'm not one of your "seth"s. I'm my own person. We aren't even the same gender!
Tempus: You may be an alternate version of my parent, but you aren't my real parent!
The gulf widens between them, ever so slightly.
Something in particular sticks out to Thoren however, though perhaps it should have been obvious before.
They are of different genders... but are they really?
There's no doubt that Tempus is nonbinary, but Thoren himself... ever since he performed siren's gender affirmation ceremony, he's been wondering about his own gender.
There's a lot of crap he's been going through regarding identity, and this seems like just another piece of an already fucked up puzzle.
...He has to connect to Tempus and find the truth.
If it turns out that Tempus was a seth in a past life, it's very much possible that the ideal gender of all Greater Seth could be thrown into question.
Honestly, that makes this whole thing feel even scarier than before.
It doesn't take too long for the two of them to unpack their bags. With conventional time being only something that Thoren can feel via his connection to Alpha Seth, it's only through that, that he can tell how many hours it's been.
Regardless, his battery is starting to get low. They decide to get to bed.
Thoren: We've got a long day tomorrow. Make sure to get plenty of sleep.
Tempus: ...stop trying so hard to be my parent. I'm thousands of years old for fuck's sake.
Thoren: Well fuck you too.
They both lay in opposite twin beds in a dark room. There is a bone-chilling draft that only the blankets and a tiny space heater can defend against. Such lack of comfort is of no concern to those who have endured worse.
Tempus buries themself under the covers, arms protectively covering their prismatic aura crystal, not that most can touch such a projection anyways.
Thoren, despite being in "sleep mode", plugged into the wall, is awash with constant streams of thought. Is he trying too hard at this? Can Tempus tell how desperate he is to find purpose and reason in these depressing times?
Let alone a friend that will actually spend time with him?
It's nice being married to Raine and all, but she can't exactly spend quality time with him all the time. She has her own life to live, after all.
Thoren almost wishes he could be a father, or a parent of some type. This is at least the third time he's tried to take on a father figure role. First with some kid that didn't need it, second time with a brother who he made a new body for, only for him to go his own direction and never call home again, and this time, someone that may have been a brother in a past life.
Maybe he'll have better luck tomorrow.
The next morning...
The two of them make their way downstairs. The host has mentioned that their breakfast will be ready soon. They sit across from eachother at the table.
Tempus: ...Good morning.
Thoren: Good morning to you too.
Tempus: ...
Thoren: ...are you still pissed off about yesterday?
Tempus: I'm here for one reason and one reason only. I'm here for Estelle. I don't need a parent, and I don't need a deathtrap golf
course run.
Thoren: Tempus... Do you really think you'll find them in this particular version of the afterlife, in this dimension?
Thoren: There's countless dreambubles such as this in The Furthest Ring, and this is only one of them.
Thoren: Usually only players of the game arrive here. Being from another dimension, I'm sure neither of you have played it in the past.
Tempus: ...
Tempus: ...are you saying I went here for nothing?
Thoren: There's more to life than searching for a beloved friend, as much as I'd hate to admit. Why don't you try to find new friends?
Tempus: ...If I get attached to another person, I'll just wind up heartbroken again when they inevitably die.
Tempus: The fate of all mortals mocks me.
Thoren: ...you mean, there isn't anyone from your dimension with a comparable lifespan to yours?
Tempus: Not that I have ever met. I've heard legends of a place known as the Figment Dimension Which may be what I seek, but there are horror stories of those who enter that chaotic realm.
Tempus: Either they are driven insane, die, or awaken back home countless years far flung into the future.
Thoren: ...
Host: Your breakfast is ready!
There is a break in the tension. The host brings over a plate of hotcakes, drenched in syrup and butter. Tempus stares at the hotcakes, practically drooling at the sight.
Thoren suddenly remembers something important about food from the underworld.
It causes instant death to the living.
Thoren's precautionary instincts kick into high gear, causing him to destroy the hotcakes with a single swipe of his robotic arm!
Tempus and the host stand there in shock.
Tempus: ...what the Fuck?!
Thoren: I just saved your fucking life! Food from the underworld is not fit for the living!
Tempus: ...Seriously?
Thoren: Seriously.
The host stares at them angerly.
Host: Get out. You don't slap my home cooking like that.
Thoren: Hey, can you not see that this guest is alive?! You should know what food from this realm does!
Host: The resort isn't responsible for any fatalities which occur on the premises.
Thoren: Fuck you too. Let's pack up and go, Tempus. This bitch doesn't need our patronage.
With their bags packed just as easy as they were unpacked, the two of them leave the bed and breakfast, hungry and unsatisfied.
Tempus: ...Tell me again. Why did we decide to stay at a bed and breakfast in the underworld?
Thoren: I... I wanted to get to know you better. I know you don't want a new parent or a father, but... there's something that burns inside of me that craves that sort of ...connection.
Tempus: ...you do remind me a lot of my parent back home, except you actually have a good excuse for not being there when I needed you most.
Tempus: At least you look like you actually give a shit about me.
Tempus: I don't like thinking about my parent, but I think you're alright in my book.
Thoren smiles, for once.
Thoren: ...How about we get some better food from my RV? I'd like to make it up to you for ruining your breakfast.
Tempus: As long as its edible.
Thoren and Tempus take a golf cart back to the Eros Machina. There's probably some captchalogued food in the freezer or something.
This could be the start of a great friendship.
