Well fuck. Home for two seconds and the world turns to shit again. Kirby grumbled and rolled his eyes and listened to the voice of Beqanna’s gods rolling around in his head where it didn’t belong, and for once he was grateful for it. Some fuckin’ new plague, drama that no doubt had something to do with Carnage, ‘cause didn’t it always? But there were safe places.

They could head back to the Mountain that had stolen years of their lives, or sent time spinning forward to knock them years out of alignment with Kylin and her family. Tephra, led by that asshole Offspring, sounded less than ideal too. He didn’t know shit about Island Resort other than that it was an island, but hey, promising. Icicle Isle sounded too fuckin’ cold for their tropical island blood, Brilliant Pampas sounded like it’d draw all the twats and the snobs.

Hahahahaha or there was the Cove.

Fuck.

Okay, whatever. Probably it’d be fine, and they could figure it out as a family. Once he tracked them all down. Kirb took a deep breath to steel his nerves, or to iron them as the case may be har har, oh god he was making dad jokes, he really was in a state, huh? Fuck. Anyhow. Deep breath, and went hunting for his whole fucking family. Good thing they chose today of all goddamn days to split up and do their own thing.

Kharon? he thought as loud as he could manage it, but it’d only work if Kharon was listening in. WHICH HE’D DAMN WELL BETTER BE with the world going to chaos a-fucking-gain. You okay? You with your sister? Or your other sister? Or your mom? Fuck. And then he set off tromping around the goddamn island to try and find Kharon or Kali or Kylin or Kylin’s kids or Lacey or Reilly or Baddie or ALL OF THEM to figure out where the shit they were gonna go, or if they were gonna be stubborn idiots this time and stay put.