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kaisou2024-01-13 07:45 pm
throwmoreswords) wrote in kaisou2024-01-13 07:45 pm
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[treasure 6] eat your heart out, James Buffet
WHO: Gilgamesh + the Network
WHERE: the Network and if you're feeling froggy, the Wakawaka Zabuun waterpark
WHEN: after the first week of January
WHAT: sometimes, the ghost of you is into architecture and captive water systems a lot.
WARNINGS: none come to mind
[ someone has given Gilgamesh a fruity little drink and a fancy looking picnic table with an umbrella. it was probably Gilgamesh, but wherever he is currently is cheerfully tropical looking as his phone is propped across the table from him while he sips something that's half-slushie and half-far-too-much rum. there are flowery, beachy motifs painted on the wall behind him. ]
This past life business is strange, isn't it? [ sip ] There's so many things that become different in the new variation--and yet it seems like there's just enough that stays the same that I can almost see the merit in being unsure of where one ends and the other begins.
There may also be an element of serendipity to it--something cosmic having a fun laugh at an old favorite born anew. [ sip. stir the slush with a straw. finally look down at the phone's camera. ] Maybe it's also a testament to progress.
In one lifetime, a king in the desert can dream of a palatial complex meant to capture more water than he'd ever rightfully see, but never be able to bring it to fruition. [ sip. it's a heavy sip this time, more of a gulp. ] And in the next half-borrowed lifetime, the magical ghost of the king can figure out a way to bring his own masterwork to fruition, and somehow, in a new timeline entirely, I now own a waterpark and need to figure out if magical bullshit handles the licensing for you.
I don't think it does. [ he's gonna finish his drink and pick the phone up and switch the camera view and--yeah. yeah. that is just a goddamn fancy waterpark, with the only point of oddity probably being that it's completely empty except for the chucklefuck holding the phone. ]
What lawyer do I even call about this. Hells.
[ sent to the inevitable threeway chat used to corroborate information and keep things flowing smoothly between Gilgamesh and the Women You Have To Get Through If You Want his Attention:]
i require bodies.
[ a minute later ]
to staff a waterpark. magic doesn't just give you half-trained college students for free apparently. hiring. hiring needs to happen. make hiring happen, thank you.
[ and if anybody has the fortitude to show up--whether to share in Gilgamesh's EX Luck or laugh at it, it's... a really nice waterpark. the water is nice and warm, the floaties are high quality, the beach sand in the basking areas feels nice and authentically silky. the king himself has found the fancy slushy mix and the cocktail fixings, or maybe he brought those from home--but he'll share suitably boozy tropical drinks in novelty cups with little umbrellas with people of appropriate drinking age. maybe. or maybe he just won't stop people from partaking of the king's vintage while he's in such a Mood.
you may have to serve yourself if he doesn't know you or like you, but like. he's a little too flabbergasted to be overly territorial at the moment. what the fuck? what the fuck.
what the fuck?? ]
WHERE: the Network and if you're feeling froggy, the Wakawaka Zabuun waterpark
WHEN: after the first week of January
WHAT: sometimes, the ghost of you is into architecture and captive water systems a lot.
WARNINGS: none come to mind
un; AUO, video post; on the network itself
[ someone has given Gilgamesh a fruity little drink and a fancy looking picnic table with an umbrella. it was probably Gilgamesh, but wherever he is currently is cheerfully tropical looking as his phone is propped across the table from him while he sips something that's half-slushie and half-far-too-much rum. there are flowery, beachy motifs painted on the wall behind him. ]
This past life business is strange, isn't it? [ sip ] There's so many things that become different in the new variation--and yet it seems like there's just enough that stays the same that I can almost see the merit in being unsure of where one ends and the other begins.
There may also be an element of serendipity to it--something cosmic having a fun laugh at an old favorite born anew. [ sip. stir the slush with a straw. finally look down at the phone's camera. ] Maybe it's also a testament to progress.
In one lifetime, a king in the desert can dream of a palatial complex meant to capture more water than he'd ever rightfully see, but never be able to bring it to fruition. [ sip. it's a heavy sip this time, more of a gulp. ] And in the next half-borrowed lifetime, the magical ghost of the king can figure out a way to bring his own masterwork to fruition, and somehow, in a new timeline entirely, I now own a waterpark and need to figure out if magical bullshit handles the licensing for you.
I don't think it does. [ he's gonna finish his drink and pick the phone up and switch the camera view and--yeah. yeah. that is just a goddamn fancy waterpark, with the only point of oddity probably being that it's completely empty except for the chucklefuck holding the phone. ]
What lawyer do I even call about this. Hells.
un; AUO, text message; private to Yasuho and Kafka
[ sent to the inevitable threeway chat used to corroborate information and keep things flowing smoothly between Gilgamesh and the Women You Have To Get Through If You Want his Attention:]
i require bodies.
[ a minute later ]
to staff a waterpark. magic doesn't just give you half-trained college students for free apparently. hiring. hiring needs to happen. make hiring happen, thank you.
Wakawaka Zabuun; a paradise worthy of a king, but you all can show up too I guess
[ and if anybody has the fortitude to show up--whether to share in Gilgamesh's EX Luck or laugh at it, it's... a really nice waterpark. the water is nice and warm, the floaties are high quality, the beach sand in the basking areas feels nice and authentically silky. the king himself has found the fancy slushy mix and the cocktail fixings, or maybe he brought those from home--but he'll share suitably boozy tropical drinks in novelty cups with little umbrellas with people of appropriate drinking age. maybe. or maybe he just won't stop people from partaking of the king's vintage while he's in such a Mood.
you may have to serve yourself if he doesn't know you or like you, but like. he's a little too flabbergasted to be overly territorial at the moment. what the fuck? what the fuck.
what the fuck?? ]