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[reaperrabbit]

[Normally, Brook would be perfectly happy to make a video post. It'd just be like his weekly recorded updates for his blog back home. Given the state he's in, though, he doesn't want to risk putting his face on camera. What if he looks as bad as he feels?

Why does he feel bad in the first place? Nothing makes any sense.]

ok, i know that for whatever reason, everyone's powers and shit have been weakened since they got here.
but has anybody else been feeling... weird?
like wobbly or your head hurting. or your legs not working right.
or like you have to lie down for a while until your eyes go back to normal.
idk, is this smth else that just happens here like weeds trying to eat you?

((OOC: Brook just hasn't realized that nerfing means he has to eat and sleep now, so he's been wandering around on little more than a Starbucks cake pop and no rest for days. That said, once people help him figure that out, he'll likely react to the thought of eating with disgust. This might hit a little close to disordered eating patterns, so please keep yourself safe if that's a trigger! Brook also has a permissions page with a long list of content warnings and an opt-out form, because I'm the Grim Reaper is a minefield of common triggers, and I don't want to suddenly spring anything unwanted on anyone.))

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[abit_ofboth]

[It is likely less convincing and more that Loki assumes most people to be mortals, especially when they speak like that. Either way, it’s the same result.]

I believe most humans think of them more as planets, though they are not seen in the universe as Midgardians know them.

[cupperty]

... maybe a little bit

it's not something I've ever had to deal with

[ Muriel's earthly body is basically just a meat puppet, the physical needs are a new and worrying development thanks to the nerfing ]

[matermali]

I hope you soon find an answer for your ailment, Brook.

[reaperrabbit]

Yeah, yeah. I remember that.

[Whether or not he remembered before Onni reminded him, who can say? What matters is that he heeds the advice, dipping the bread again, blowing on the stew, and taking a more careful bite. He manages like that for a while, eating slowly and methodically, frowning over each mouthful as if assessing whether or not he's still fine with it. Eventually, he even tries the other bits floating in the stew. Carrot makes the grade, apparently; onion does not. Meat gets the most unsure reaction. The jury's still out on that one.

It'll have to continue its deliberations some other time. The bread and stew sate his unfamiliar hunger quickly, leaving his shrunken stomach warm and full. That, for some reason, makes it harder to keep his head up. Brook catches himself nodding and forcibly blinks his eyes back open, unable to dredge up a name for the feeling.

We, of course, might call it sleepy.]

Mmmfh. I'm done. You eat the rest.

[Brook offers the remainder of his meal back to Onni. In total, he got down one and a half dinner rolls and at least some of the stew, so, success? Take the W, Onni.]

[reaperrabbit]

not seen?

oh. sure. like the different circles of heaven and hell. ok.
yea travel tends to be one way so ppl don't exactly come back to talk about it.

[reaperrabbit]

...i see.

[Brook mulls that over for a good while before deciding, oh, to hell with it, the conversation's already private.]

i can relate kinda. but backwards.
it's been a long time since i got hungry and tired and stuff. my body doesn't do that anymore. it must be weird for you.

[All right, and he's blatantly not putting it together regarding his current situation. Good show.]

[abit_ofboth]

That is as good a way to put it as any. Most cannot see the other branches of Yggdrasil. I do believe most humans do not even know the tree exists at all, except perhaps in myth.

People where you are from do not return from other realms?

[scowlish]

[Onni watches Brook eat the stew, except whenever his head lifts and he might be looking in Onni's direction, in which situation he becomes very focused on his own stew, not wanting to put Brook off his meal by staring. It feels very important to make sure that Brook eats, and Onni finds himself mildly uncomfortable for just a moment with how quickly he's become attached to this boy.

Brook tries the bread and gravy in the stew, and then Onni finds himself pleased when Brook tries the vegetables as well. After a while, Brook finally finishes, looking groggy and sleepy, and hands the bowl back to Onni. Having finished his own stew, Onni takes his spoon and digs into the rest of Brook's, eating thoughtfully while he watches him.]

You're tired.

[He says it very matter-of-factly, with his mouth full, looking at Brook's sleepy face.]

After I finish this, I'll put the fire out and we can find a bed for you to sleep in. I'll keep watch.

[cupperty]

It is, a bit. I didn't expect anything like this, especially so suddenly.

Have you been able to turn it off, or does it just sort of go away over time?

[ Man, if human bodies just have an 'on/off' switch for physical needs, that would be incredibly convenient ]

[reaperrabbit]

the only way to get to heaven or hell is by dying. you don't typically get a return trip from that.

[reaperrabbit]

nah, i died. didn't need to bother with the needs of the living after that.

[So, yeah, in a way, you can turn it off! Via DEATH.]

[cupperty]

Oh, that would certainly do it!

[ Not a method Muriel wants to explore (they'd have to fill out all sorts of awkward paperwork in order to get a new body), but to each their own! ]

Are you a ghost then, or did you just sort of... keep going?

[abit_ofboth]

Ah, I see. So heaven and hell are Valhalla and Hel. They are not the same as the realms to which I am referring. You do not need to die to reach any of the Nine realms. Or at least Valhalla is different. You don’t return from that, but why would one want to?

[reaperrabbit]

[Brook squints at him through his exhaustion for a heartbeat or two, then lets out a long sigh.]

I'm getting the picture that there's no arguing with you.

[In the meantime, he pulls his knees back up, folds his arms on top of them, and rests his cheek on his forearms.]

Someone said they've just been using the benches to sleep on. I could do that. You don't have to bother.

[He already knows Onni will shoot that idea down, but it had to be said.]

[reaperrabbit]

i don't want to get into it too much. long story short, i got a new body a while ago. it just isn't rly "alive."

[reaperrabbit]

i guess. angels don't seem to bother much with coming back to earth usually, either, afaik. they've got enough to do in heaven, ig.
but hel's different?

[scowlish]

[Brook's assertion that there's no arguing with Onni has him smirking just slightly, the barest crook up of one side of his mouth. After what feels like a lifetime of experience at raising two very obstinate children, he's not one to be trifled with in that aspect of things. And Brook reminds him too much of Lalli not to fall in that category, at least so far. Stubborn, unwilling sometimes to do what's best for him.]

Not really.

[A shrug, and he watches as Brook folds himself back up on the bench and rests his cheek on his knees. For a moment, he just looks, feeling the unexplainable urge to protect this person.]

If there's beds, why would you sleep on a bench. If you're not comfortable going into the apartments, you can use my bedroll.

[Another shrug, and he's ignoring that he himself is sleeping outdoors on a bedroll instead of in one of the apartments.]

If it's your first time sleeping in a long time, you might as well be comfortable.

[cupperty]

I understand! I just got this body a short while ago; if I 'died', I'd be in a lot of trouble and I'd have to fill out lots of paperwork in order to get a new one.

[abit_ofboth]

Well, it is a bit. I admit it is where those not killed in glorious battle reside after death, but there are tales of people visiting and returning from there. The other realms are easily visited while alive and well.

[reaperrabbit]

[After considering that for a moment, Brook concedes.]

Can't argue with that.

[He closes his eyes, apparently not uncomfortable huddled up in a ball like he is.]

When you're done, then. Don't hurry. Looks like neither of us has anywhere to be.

[reaperrabbit]

eugh. sounds annoying. my boss never made me do that.

[reaperrabbit]

easily as long as you can see them, it sounds like.

i'm assuming this place isn't one of them or you wouldn't stay somewhere that takes away your powers or one of your whole senses. this isn't a realm you can come and go to as you like.

[abit_ofboth]

That is true. From my experience though, it only seems to be the humans of Midgard that are unaware, and depending on which timeline you are from. Where I am from the information has become known amongst the people of Earth.

Alas, no. This place is completely unknown to me. I sometimes wonder if this is simply a larger pocket dimension we are all trapped in. All I really know is that whatever brought us here is very powerful.

[reaperrabbit]

spose it'd have to be. not only bringing us, but suppressing all the powers people have... depending on how they got those powers in the first place, you'd have to be smth on the order of god, almost, to do that.

[abit_ofboth]

Even gods can be trapped in such places. Not all are created equal.

[He will never admit to saying such things. Just saying.]