And the first drink's free

[the_fires_deep]

A young woman opens a door, and quirks an eyebrow. There is a bar where there should not be one.

She considers her options, briefly, then decides that she really can't resist investigating. Risky? Perhaps. But it'll bug her if she doesn't figure out what's going on. She informs several people that should likely know that she is going into a strange magic bar thing, and then in she goes.

Comments

[the_fires_deep]

She snorts.

"Afraid of running out of ocean and hitting another continent?"

[seewhathappens]

"Or making an ocean god feel uncomfortably crowded."

[the_fires_deep]

"That, too. Thank you for being a nice god-emperor."

[seewhathappens]

"I do my best."

[the_fires_deep]

"And if it makes you feel any better, I am willing to be godly penpals with you."

[seewhathappens]

"Thank you. Where should I send my bird manifestation?"

[the_fires_deep]

Giggle.

"Pebbles are easier."

[seewhathappens]

"While that's true, they are also less fun." He produces a wooden ring strung on a metal chain and hands it to her. Both the ring and the chain are holy objects. "It's no pebble, but perhaps it will do."

[the_fires_deep]

"Fancy. Thank you." She produces a shiny black rock, volcanic in nature, and offers it to Kirovalin.

[seewhathappens]

He puts it in his pocket.

"Thank you."

[the_fires_deep]

"Mhm!" Pause. "And now I can go explore the bar and not interrupt my conversation with you. Pardon me."

Up she gets! But of course, that's no barrier for a conversation now.

"I should probably mention," she says, via her rock, "I am a volcano goddess who has been very careful with her public relations."

[seewhathappens]

"Careful in what sense?"

[the_fires_deep]

"On my continent we have a, ehm, stereotype about volcano gods. Largely because of an obnoxious little twit far to my southeast called Kalandax. Mostly that we are crazy and murderous and like blowing things up. But either way, usually when I tell people I am a volcano goddess, they tend to back away slowly. So, careful public relations wording."

[seewhathappens]

"Oh. I haven't heard of him; I must not have very many embassies on your continent."

[the_fires_deep]

"Possibly not. I haven't heard of any embassies from god-emperors before, and I tend to travel around a bit. Poking mortals with their consent."

[seewhathappens]

"I'm sure I'll get around to your continent eventually. In my quest to poke as many mortals as possible."

[the_fires_deep]

"The noblest of all missions! Mortal poking."

[seewhathappens]

"As many people as possible should be immune to as many diseases as possible."

[the_fires_deep]

"And also they should not have that pesky 'lifespan' issue."

[seewhathappens]

"We are in agreement."

[the_fires_deep]

"It's a pity I have to renew the preservation touch," she sighs. "It would make my job a lot easier if I could just poke a mortal and un-mortal them."

[seewhathappens]

"Unfortunate," he agrees. "My shared immunities last, but of course they need renewing anyway because there are always new diseases."

[the_fires_deep]

"Yeah. The limits of divinity. Aren't they grand?" (They are not grand.)

[seewhathappens]

"No."

[the_fires_deep]

Her tiny pebble emits tiny giggles.

"Agreed!"