Lights! Camera! Arrival!

[elysiantern]

[ Behold the morning of the August 9th, right up front in the dining hall a large sign has been tacked up onto the wall, obscuring a few windows in its overbearingly large text. ]

FREE RELATIONSHIP ADVICE!*

*(In exchange for information about this lovely cruise!)**

**((a bargin deal!))



[ Because after all, Elysium is all set up now, with a cute table he dragged out of a closet, an hot water kettle he's set up on top with some freshly brewed tea in paper cups, some fries he dug out a resturant. He's got it all set up to kick back for a few hours, dispatch great wisdom, and maybe have his worldveiw totally rewritten. That's the exciting things about vacations, travel and people. You'll never know what might happen next!

So if you're strolling by, come say hi! God knows he'll try and wave just about everyone he can over to share a cup of tea. ]

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[wimdy]

[ well he's somewhat in the mind that mortals could achieve more than even gods, maybe when it comes to what matters. after two thousand years he might've done his best not to change much at all, how contradictory. ]

Several of us tried to kill him. Nothing worked, but someone did wound him... kind of. [ it's complicated? as in surreal hole-in-space-in-his-head kind of complicated but it's kind of weird to try to describe. ] A passenger from a previous voyage also tried to kill him, an ancient and powerful storm goddess. So trying to kill him is one thing and succeeding would be another.

And it's true, I think Miss Friday told a friend of mine that there is an 'us' back in our home worlds and the 'us' that exists here now is... a... a copy? [ but he's a fantasy bard, metaphysics like this is something he tries to wrap his head around. ] So who knows what might happen if we do kill him. Maybe this reality would break and all of us would indeed be destroyed. There are a lot of questions and not many answers at all.