An entire day of negotiating with a couple irate deities (let’s not think about it), being lectured by them about the horrors of the winding god gut tunnels as if I haven’t been down there (let’s not think about it), but the one good thing? I have come back home to a bouncy little kitten and a sleeping oven, humming in its sleep.

Loaf has camouflaged into the ‘sun’light. She keeps doing this so she can sneak up behind me. Apparently the oven taught her this. She’s in quite the spritely mood at the moment, hopping all around. She’s grown a little bigger, I think. Not that I can tell right now since she is but a blurry golden ball, zooming all around. The oven is asleep

I do want to just collapse on a chair, but I need to eat. Just cook one hillfish, it’ll only take a couple minutes. I want to do something with dragonflies too, Camellia convinced me that they might be okay as food (in front of him, of course, I only begrudgingly half-agreed and that’s it). Gave me tips for how exactly to cook them, and so here I am.

Quite a lot of noise outside. Not surprising, from what Camellia was telling me. Something to do with the possible ‘witches’ all these gods have been angry about. I mean, the whole witches thing is a bit strange since everyone does a little bit of magic to an extent (how else could we live on a planet orbiting a black hole?), but the gods are really angry about these ‘witches’ for… reasons? My day was spent getting the gods to stop being a nuisance to the people just trying to go about their day and getting blasted by sound waves and sudden god-sprouts and fountains of ichor. So I didn’t ask much about the witches (they’d get angrier, not what I wanted), and I just got the vague idea that they apparently see these folks as a threat of some sort. And what are they doing? Who knows.

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Anyway. Something is happening, apparently. Right now. There are strange people outside. Wearing strange things. Doing strange things. Magic, it seems. I should be concerned about this, probably. Certainly the deities are. The angry music of their strange language is quite nice to hear though. At times like this, I feel glad to not be fluent in their languages, so it really does just sound like music. Fairly intense music at times, but whatever.

Hm. I think some of the gods are speaking the human language now. Not all of them have the larynx (or mouth, or tongue, or lungs) for that. Most of them don’t grow these features out and the ones who do, they wouldn’t deign to use their humanlike voices unless it was something serious. Yet there they are, yelling almost.

So it’s probably something serious. It’ll probably last for a couple days, and that’s at minimum.

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Well, time to close the windows. There’s that nice spray I got, for temporary soundproofing. Gave out a couple cans while on the job too, it’s great. Molecules absorb the sound while suspended in the air. Temporary so I’ll have to clean the entrance chamber (it’s separate from the rest of the house thankfully) but it’s worth it. Apparently the spray is safe for cats, but I’m still going to lock the entrance chamber. I did my job for today, I’m not bothering with whatever’s going on outside until tomorrow.

My hillfish is done. And the dragonflies really do taste nice, Camellia was right.

I think I’ll take a nap after this. Ms Loaf seems inclined to agree with me, as she has stopped zooming around and is curling up on top of the oven. Not asleep yet, of course, but it’s only a matter of time. I’m going to fall asleep right here on the sofa after I’m done eating, I just know it. And then the oven will laugh at me because every time I do that I wind up looking incredibly stupid. And honestly, that’s fine. I’m too tired to care. And the oven deserves some entertainment, cooped up in this house. I wonder what it will think of the stuff happening outside. Not a lot I bet. I bet it’s tired too. I sure am. Sleep, take me away as soon as possible…