GODLY AUDIENCES - NEWT GEISZLER

[divus]

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WEEK 0

[divus]

[This is basically the most unfortunate thing, but after Newt passes the threshold of the dungeons, he finds himself in one of the cells. A masked figure peers at him through the opening.]

There you are. So, you wanted to talk? ♡

[arockstar]

[Hm. Bad. But it's probably fine.]

So you're Ruin, I take it? Interesting choice in scenario, though I guess I'm not surprised.

[He moves to peer back through the slot. Hey, bud.]

Good to meet you. I'm Newt, but you already know that. Why'd you pick me?

WEEK 1

[divus]

[There will be a time on Wednesday where Newt enters the East Wing's bar and finds it empty. Empty, that is, except for a god waiting in a booth. The second they lock eyes, they tap a finger on the table.]

Sit, why don't you?

[arockstar]

[Newt cocks an eyebrow. Interesting. He obliges, though he takes his time.]

Which one are you?

[divus]

[Normally any of Ruin's followers would be enough to set Merriment on guard...but this catapult's really friggin' cool. Hopefully Newt realizes this means Merriment is back to playing with it immediately and they're crouched next to one of the fire pits in the snow, letting snowballs fly and checking their distance.

When Newt arrives though they barely look up.]

The houses are warmer. [It's sort of an offer, but the cold never bothered Merriment anyway.] And no promises on a favor, but I'll see what I can do. Newt, right? [A pause, curious.] Should...I be calling you doctor?

[arockstar]

Don't worry, this won't set you back much.

[He's got his hands in his pockets as he watches a snowball whiz past the fire and into a tree. Figures that a god would have better aim than he did.]

Newt's fine, though I do kind of love the idea of telling a god to address me by my formal title.

[But also that would be weird so Newt's actually fine.]

You and Justice are pretty close, huh?

WEEK 2, TUESDAY

[divus]

[When Newt enters the armory he'll find that there's his chess set sitting on the table the weapon log book usually sits. He'll also find a tall figure bent just slightly to look it over, and one of the black pieces has since moved in an appropriate space. ]

Interesting strategy.

[arockstar]

[Newt takes his time examining the board before moving a pawn accordingly.]

Same to you. I wouldn't have guessed the armory was yours.

WEEK 2

[divus]

[Sincerity is waiting for Newt by the entrance to the east wing, the slip of paper caught between their fingers.]

Hey - is this all true? Or is it one of those games... "Two truths and a lie"?

[arockstar]

[Oh, good, that worked.]

It's a game. Got a guess?

WEEK 3

[divus]

[As Newt finishes his song, a figure starts to appear on top of the piano, looking down at him with head perched atop her knuckles. Slowly, Patience becomes more opaque, though she seems to retain a hint of a ghostly outline about her.]

You're really persistent, you know? I like that in a man.

[arockstar]

[At first, Newt thinks it's just his eyes playing tricks on him. Having to wear these glasses again hasn't exactly been easy on his vision. But, when he realizes it's Patience, he lights up. He wasn't expecting this to work.]

I'm used to working against slim chances. How've you been? You look good.

[The ghost look suits her.]

WEEK 3

[divus]

[When Newt walks into the private study, he'll find Ambition seated on one side of the desk, a clipboard in front of her and his resume in one hand. There's a seat on the other side of it - she gestures for him to take it.

This is a job interview now. He started this.]

Take a seat.

[arockstar]

[oh my god.

He laughs a little, but does as he's told. He reclines against the chair back.]

Good to meet you.

WEEK 3

[divus]

[Newt enters the pool and he's just in time to see a flash of gold and red shooting down the water slide, only the figure's standing, and leaps off at the last second to come to a graceful landing at the edge of the water. Without wasting any time, he's more or less in Newt's space, empty margarita glass in hand, and throwing one arm around Newt the other is pressing the glass into Newt's just, trying to force him into taking it instinctively.]

If you had the chance, the once in a lifetime chance, to jump into a pool of nothing but alcohol, and here we're assuming that this wouldn't be something that would make your eyes burn or cause any other kind of horrendous medical condition, would you do it? You'd do it, wouldn't you? Tell me you'd do it. Because I think I'm gonna do it.

[arockstar]

[i'm losing my entire goddamn mind i hate you so much.

newt does too actually. this is so much more than he was ready for.]

I mean, if you're telling me there's zero drawbacks and nothing but positives? Hell yeah I'm gonna do it.

[He? takes the margarita glass? I guess? Newt is so overwhelmed is this what other people feel like interacting with him all the time???]

You're really making the most of your godhood, huh? Hi.

WEEK 3 (POST TRIAL)

[divus]

For me? How thoughtful. I was thinking how I'd miss these when my turn to host was over. I'll have to put them in my windowsill.

[I'm just imagining what a bouquet of venus flytraps and shit looks like and I'm crying bc that's so metal.]

[arockstar]

[Newt joins her, taking a seat in the desk's chair. She looks good, lording over him like she is.]

I'm gonna miss you next week. Think you've made headway on turning around your reputation?

WEEK 3

[divus]

[Ambition does not look like she knows what to do with the bouquet of carnivorous plants. But, here she is anyway.]

Uh... thanks?

[arockstar]

Sorry if those aren't your style. I wasn't sure what you'd like, but I wanted to talk to you before tomorrow.

[...]

You doing okay?

WEEK 4

[divus]

[Hi, Newt. Where are you hiding? Doesn’t matter, Disorder is here.]

There’s my favorite evil genius.

[arockstar]

[HE'S UP A TREE SPYING ON THE REST OF THE GAME AND PLOTTING HIS EVIL PLOT.

nah he's just dicking around in the parlor, playing a song on the piano. this game was supposed to make him less bad i don't know what happened. a godly audience in a tree would be very funny though.]

Hah, I'm your favorite now? Does that mean you'll axe your other follower if I get caught this week?

[He's in a good mood, clearly.]

WEEK 4, THURSDAY

[divus]

[Newt will find himself in the game room and Merriment's seated on the edge of a chair, hovering over what looks like the game of Life. He's pushing around one of the little toy cars, but he looks up when Newt walks in.]

I hit him with a snowball and I think we're making progress. [What's up.]

[arockstar]

[Newt laughs and takes a seat opposite Merriment.]

Good. He needs to lighten up.

[He means it lovingly.]

So, can you get me the parts to build Justice's robot now?

WEEK 4, THURSDAY

[divus]

[When Newt gets to the lab, Justice is ready with blankets and pillows. Hard to say exactly where he got them, but, he probably had help somewhere! He's looking over the blueprints, too, and all but vibrating.]

You drew these up so fast!

[arockstar]

Hah, yeah, I work fast.

[He dumps an armful of snacks onto a workbench. It's an amalgamation—he kind of just grabbed one of everything. Then he peruses the building materials Justice has delivered.]

Hey, nice work, dude. We're gonna be able to build the fort to end all forts with this stuff.

WEEK 4, SUNDAY

[divus]

[When Newt enters the lab, he'll discover Justice sitting in a corner with his gift on his lap. He'll be greeted to the bark, bark, barking of the tiny machine before Justice himself says anything. But he finally does look up, that masked face somehow still so despondant.]

Did you really have to do it?

[arockstar]

[Newt thought this conversation might be easier given that he can't see Justice's face, but he realizes quickly that it doesn't matter. The mask's coy smile still looks obscenely fake.]

Honestly? No. No, I really didn't.

[He joins Justice in the corner, sitting crosslegged on the floor next to him.]

This is gonna sound like I'm lying, or at the very least it probably won't make sense, but there's a big part of me that wanted to join your team. I hope you win this thing. You deserve it the most.

WEEK 4, SUNDAY

[divus]

[When Newt drops the paper into the offering bowl, Disorder snorts, scooping it out and flicking it back at him, mask up over her forehead.]

As if. We're on two different sides of the tracks...you know, speaking in clique terms. You're still cute enough to get your own date, though.

[arockstar]

[oh hey.]

Wow. I'll have you know I'm a catch.

[He laughs, but then his eyes drop.]

Sorry.