Thanatos, Death Incarnate (
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voidtreckernet2022-09-05 11:38 am
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Tribulation 2 [Video]
[ On the screen is Death Incarnate, cheeks taking on a faint golden blush. Thanatos looks like he'd rather be doing anything else besides making this post. Mort sits on his shoulder and eats a cookie in tiny bites. While an animate plush mouse, there is something smug about Mort's expression. He knows what he did, and he is proud of it. ]
The dining carriage is set with a number of baked goods. Please help yourself and don't let them go to waste. You can even take some to save for later.
[ After what happened in the Void earlier and the reunion of some from the platform, extra treats aren't so bad... Thanatos supposes. Mort had a good idea for boosting moral and reducing stress. Still, he wishes Mort had talked to him first before deciding to order a crate of baked goods costing 150 points....
Thanatos will be found in the dinning carriage writing in his notebook while Mort rides around on the mini-chariot Idia made him, eats snacks, and tries to make Thanatos eat some as well. ]
The dining carriage is set with a number of baked goods. Please help yourself and don't let them go to waste. You can even take some to save for later.
[ After what happened in the Void earlier and the reunion of some from the platform, extra treats aren't so bad... Thanatos supposes. Mort had a good idea for boosting moral and reducing stress. Still, he wishes Mort had talked to him first before deciding to order a crate of baked goods costing 150 points....
Thanatos will be found in the dinning carriage writing in his notebook while Mort rides around on the mini-chariot Idia made him, eats snacks, and tries to make Thanatos eat some as well. ]

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Thanatos takes a seat next to Alice and looks at the plate before him. ]
So... what exactly is this?
[ He knows it's some sort of baked good, probably sweet, but he's never had anything like it before. ]
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[ Alice pauses.
She was actually about to dig into her own food here, fork already stuck in the sweetness, but she doesn't even have time to lift it. Instead she just turns her head to look at Thanatos, looking as half-surprised and half-sceptical as one can be. ]
.. you are not joking, are you?
[ Does he really not know.
Has he.. never tasted this before..? ]
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No. You know what my world is like. Things like this are rare for the mortals on the surface and the gods of the Underworld. Maybe they were more common before Lady Demeter cast the world under eternal winter. But not now.
[ Mort crawls closer to the plate and tries to push it closer to Thanatos with his tiny paws. ]
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[ Because once they go home - and Alice still fiercely believes that, refusing to imagine she'll be stuck on this train forever, especially since they seem to be making some progress now - Thanatos may not have the chance to try this again.
She stands up, grabbing another fork for Thanatos, and putting it down in front of him. Just so he doesn't have to eat with his hands like a brute. ]
These are called muffins. [ Does it feel weird to explain that?
Sure. But Alice is rolling with it. This feels like the sort of thing she'd have to explain to someone in Wonderland at some point.. so she's kind of used to it. ]
These ones over here have blueberries in them, and these other ones chunks of chocolate. So their flavours are quite different.
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These are also muffins? They seem different than the ones others have tried to give me.
[ These ones are fancier, somehow. Maybe it has to do with them not being made on a moving train. Either way, Thanatos hasn't had any. Something has always come up, or he refused. ]
Are blueberries your favorite type?
[ Or did Alice pick this one for some other reason? Thanatos takes his fork and cuts his half the muffin into a bite-sized piece. Two of them as Thanatos still thinks that he'll be sharing it with the bean mouse. ]
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It's a world Alice also hasn't often explored. Not since she was very young, after all. Baked goods weren't exactly on the menu back in the asylum, and even once she got out of there, it's not like it was easy to get anything like this out on the backstreets of London either.. So don't mind the girl if she starts digging into one of them, visibly enjoying the taste.
It makes her face seem a little younger for once, since all the frowning and the sour attitude sure doesn't do wonders for her looks. Alice is much cuter when she actually smiles, and she is kind of smiling while eating this.
And being polite, since she swallows the bite before she speaks up again. ]
I like all kinds.
[ Growing up the way she did has not left her very picky. Not when it comes to this. ]
Though blueberries are nice. They make me think of Wonderland. There were a lot of forests there too, with all sorts of mysterious things growing there.
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He smiles faintly. This is nice... maybe he is allowed to enjoy things like this. From time to time. And because there is just so much of it. ]
From what I saw... [ During those illusions they shared. ] ... Wonderland had a lot of different things growing in all sorts of colors.
[ He takes another bite. Mort seems pleased by this and goes to nab some other snack to try. Thanatos can have the whole half. ]
What other kinds of muffins are you familiar with?
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[ It's always an important distinction to Alice to make. After all, she basically has two worlds - though only one of them ever felt truly hers, compared to the way she almost felt invasive in London, like the world was actively trying to push her out, considering her an enemy.
Still, she asks it very calmly. Maybe it's since the mood is so light here. Just two friends sitting there, eating muffins together.
Thanatos giving himself something to enjoy for once. ]
Or in Wonderland?
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Wonderland. I think I'm more familiar with that than London.
[ Or the illusionary version he briefly glimpsed. "London" had been a mix of his own terrors and hers. No muffins there. ]
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Instead she can just look back on the nice memories. ]
Oh, I have grown familiar with plentiful kinds of muffins there. They truly have anything over in Wonderland.
[ Much more so than in London to begin with. ]
Especially since they had never-ending tea parties there. So there just was tea and accompanying snacks at any hour of the day, because time was eternally stuck at tea time for some people there. [ She says it so casually too, like this is just.. normal..
On the other hand, she's explaining it to a god of death of all things, which isn't exactly the most normal people to converse with either, so maybe it makes relative sense that she'd be so calm about it. You just accept Wonderland logic after a while, and that in turn makes everything here on the train much less strange too. ]
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How did they find time for anything else? Someone must have been constantly cooking and brewing tea at all hours.
[ Thanatos pauses, an odd thought lodging itself in his head. ]
... I sympathize with that person.
[ Mort scampers off to get a small cookie to place on Thanatos's plate. He eyes Alice. Make Thanatos keep trying things! ]
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[ After all, it's not like Alice has seen a whole lot of cooks in Wonderland. Just one, and-- well, that one really didn't seem to be cooking much at all, really. More like they were just throwing pepper all around.. ]
And I do mean that in a literal sense. [ She adds, gently nudging the cookie Mort put on Thanatos' plate closer towards the other. ] Nothing quite made sense in Wonderland, after all, so that meant absolutely anything was possible in that place.
[ Even feasts appearing out of thin air.
Sorry to break your sense of the logical world like this, Thanatos. ]
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Thanatos's brows knit together as he tries to make sense of it all. It's clear that he's failing too. Mort seems to smirk at Alice helping him out and goes to look for another yummy snack to introduce to Thanatos. ]
I think I would find myself incredibly frustrated in that world.
[ He likes things to make some amount of sense. He looks down at his plate.... He was certain he was about to have an empty plate. ]