[network video @dara]

[cursegod]

[It's unusual for Dara to post to the network, let alone a video! No tail to be seen, and her "legs" are covered up by the length of her yukata. The only thing interesting thing about her bare-bones apartment is that half her table is covered by canisters of loose leaf tea. There are several mugs filled, only partially touched, and it seems that Dara is creating a ranking order for the drinks.

One set of hands are devoted to scribbling down notes about each tea. Another set holds two different mugs, and she seems to be trying to figure out which one is better by taking a sip of each in turn. Her last two hands are dedicated on writing out 謝罪 on a different set of papers-- two blank and four others marked with the kanji. When the left hand finishes its work, the pen is switched to the right to write on the last blank page. Dara addresses the camera as her gaze remains focused on her writing:]

I figured I should let everyone know that things are settled between me and Gogol. If any of you have complaints about what happened with the miasma and snakes, I'll hear them now. And...thanks for those that helped me out, even if it wasn't intentional. I owe favors to many of you, and I like to clear my debts.

[While the god busies herself with writing and talking, a red clad hand peeks into frame. Playing with the viewers' perspective that hand pretends to pinch her head between the forefinger and thumb once, twice—before retreating back behind the camera to presumably rejoin the rest of the cameraman. Then, with the last page of 謝罪 done, Dara gathers the papers and crushes them into a ball. The wad of papers is dropped into one of the mugs, immediately soaking up the leftover tea inside, which is then thrust towards her companion.]

Here, letters of apology. Also stop trying to ruin the tea on purpose. You're messing up my rating system.

[The broadcast stops.]

Comments

[cursegod]

Meditation, reading, whittling, people watching, those sort of things.

[Maximum chill time.]

[conflictresolution]

Sounds meandering. Do you have ambition regarding this place, or is this your version of a vacation? [A pause.] Excluding the recent incident regarding your unfortunate disembowelment.

[cursegod]

Hmmmm...How about I pose a question back to you-- if your world has gods, what would ambition look like for them? And how would that reflect upon humanity?

[conflictresolution]

We have entities that claim to be gods. Some invest their time to save, others to cultivate, some to corrupt, and others still who simply observe.

Who am I, a mere mortal, to determine what higher minds wish to do with themselves? I only control myself.

[cursegod]

I see... Then, I guess you can say that I am semi-off duty? I don't necessarily see it as a vacation, but many aspects of my role as a deity pertain to my mountain territory.

[...]

...Uh, basically I don't have much god-stuff to do, and I don't care enough for anything ambitious. It's a waste of time...which I have an infinite amount of unlike humans.

[All she wants to do is chill and eat yummy things, okay!]

[conflictresolution]

That does sound like a vacation regardless of your entrapment. Do enjoy the finer parts of mortal life, though it does seem you are indulging here and there.