Arrival

[letsplayamod]

The moment is a bit different for everyone. Perhaps you were just minding your own business somewhere, others may have been in more... dire circumstances. Regardless, you were approached by a figure you can't quite picture, and they offered you an accord; in exchange for aiding them in the healing of a world lost to chaos, you would be granted something almost unheard of. Godhood.

And each of you said yes, more or less.

A blurry hand, shifting and rippling, reaches out to you. You feel a glow of warmth, unlike anything you've known before. As soon as you think you can describe it, you wake up.

The room you're in is plainly furnished, but it's about the size of a small flat. Plenty of room to stretch your legs. Don't get too comfortable, however. On the bedside table each room has is a letter; handwritten, it's wrapped around a bronze key. The lettering could only be described as the platonic ideal of 'neat and precise'.

If you are reading this, than our deal has been made. You've awoken in a place that will surely feel strange, so I want you to take some time to acclimate. Meet with the others. Breathe. I shall be along shortly.

-A

Whatever that means becomes more apparent as you step out of your housing and behold the world around you. The building you were in, and every piece of architecture you happen across, is blatantly pre-modern. Yet, something about it is otherworldly. Stone and iron and glass as far as the eye can see.

But above you was where the real questions were. It wouldn't be right to say the sun was shining on you now, nor would it be right to say it's the dead of night. Instead, the sky is a hazy mixture of both, wrapped in suffocating storm clouds that are threatening rain. Everywhere you look, into the horizon, it's the same.

Welcome home. Take your time and explore. Nobody ever said godhood was easy.

Comments

[atu709]

[ It is a wonder, she thinks thinks, that she even now is subject to the whims of fate. Her body is repaired, at least, that much Snow White can tell, but she can still feel the thorns growing, tearing-

No. Once upon a time, Snow White awoke somewhere new, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. What happened between then and her opening the door to her room, bearing restored, is between her and God.

She looks around the Hallway and, seeing that she is not the only one out here, does what she does best: pushes down her true feelings and plays the part of a princess. ]

Hello there! Thank goodness, it would have been awfully lonely if it was just me.

[ Later, she can be found at the profiles, reading her own. ]

Seems somewhat contradictory, granting me the title of Goddess of Love and then mentioning my own shortcomings in the department. Though perhaps that is the point.

Hallway

[cannotunravel]

Are you no good with loneliness?

[Well that sure is a direct question, without even a greeting. Apparently Misane isn't one to beat around the bush, even with potentially touchy topics]

[atu709]

I'm... used to it, in some ways, and not in others.

[ She sighs. ]

This is just so grand a place to be alone in, you know?

[cannotunravel]

It would be. I'm not sure this A person would be good company to have, so it might be for the best there are plenty of other people to be with.

So don't worry too much. You won't be alone for a while.

Profiles

[sweetsynergy]

[Vanity takes a moment to read over the profile in question.]

Referring to the fun ice-breaker trivia, I assume? You're not alone in getting something- ah. A bit backhanded, at least.

[atu709]

The very same.

[ There's a look of perplexment on her face for a moment or two as she reads over Vanity's profile, but the last part, well. ]

Ah, I see. Recently usurped?

[sweetsynergy]

One way to describe it, yes.

[She waves a hand, expression just a bit fixed.]

My sister and I had a rather intense disagreement on things.

Hallway

[latinumsbetter]

[Quark, having been looking around the hallways himself, immediately turns when he's addressed. He blinks--before brightening, a genial, sharp-toothed smile spreading over his features.]

Well, we couldn't have that! It wouldn't do for a young lady like yourself to be lonely.

[atu709]

[ she wonders, idly, if this man isn't familiar with human beauty standards in general. not a dwarf... some sort of goblin or hob, perhaps? she's never run into one of those stories before, focused on the witches and queens of the worlds as she has been. ]

Then I am glad of your company.

[latinumsbetter]

[Oh, that makes his smile widen, clearly pleased.] And I'm glad to provide it!

Now, is there a lovely name to go with your equally lovely face?

Profiles

[catsgothistongue]

[Her commenting on it brought his attention to it. Ranma hasn't consumed enough fairy tales to recognize the name (this is the same kid who didn't know what Romeo & Juliet was about) so he skims through it to the trivia section.

Woof. That sucks, alexa play hallelujah]

Guess they wanted to be it to be ironic?

[Real reassuring there Ranma]

[atu709]

Perhaps. Or they think some nonsense about the goddess of love needing to be virginal and pure or what have you.

[catsgothistongue]

Heck if I know.

[The teen's eyes wander, perusing the various other plaques before he meets his own. Snow will see him visibly make a face and his shoulders sag, clearly not a happy camper wait no this isn't camp half-blood too.]

Lucky us. [Voice oozing with sarcasm.] Everybody else gets super cool fun facts like escaping death. While ours delves into our love lives.

[Life is so unfair...]

hallway

[rockymountaindie]

[ She's offering such a nice greeting that it's a real shame Alex's response is a startled gasp. ]

F-f- fuck, are you okay?

[ because she sure looks like a corpse. it sure looks like he's talking to a corpse. ]

[atu709]

I believe so-

[ She looks down at herself, searching for something, then pauses. ]

Oh, you mean the pallor. You know, surprisingly few people question that.

[rockymountaindie]

What the hell is wrong with 'em, you- you look like you're gonna drop dead a- any moment!

[ Or. Perhaps. That she already has. The skin around her eyes, everything... The only corpse he's been around for a prolonged period of time was done up with makeup and formaldehyde, but he's seen pictures. Oh, he certainly has seen pictures. ]

hallway

[literarybehemoth]

[...yeah, he's been kind of on edge looking at these... humans, because of their shapes, but this one...

...

well. This person still. She still looks... real. Like she belongs in the world, even if some things look a little bit...]

...yes. I am... sure. That would not be pleasant.

[he still sounds a little shaken, though.]

[atu709]

[ oh, a talking cat! she's on the total other side of things, this is the most normal guy here to her. ]

Are you... well? I know my appearance is a little frightening, but I promise I mean you no harm.

[literarybehemoth]

[oh. she sounds normal, too. alright. alright.]

...forgive me. You reminded me of... well, some sort of creature from folklore. It was a silly reaction, and I apologize.

profiles

[pariunt]

...Perhaps so.

[Astarion glances at his own profile warily. There's multiple things on it that he'd prefer not be mentioned whatsoever.]

You'd think our host would want to be more encouraging.

[atu709]

Not exactly looking forward to telling my story whenever someone sees that I'm undead. If these are meant to be icebreakers, though, I suppose they do the trick.

Profiles

[tailoredfate]

No stranger than a man who wants to bring peace to the remains of his war-torn kingdom becoming the embodiment of Strife. The contradiction isn't always a bad thing. And what's written here is no shortcoming of yours.

[And here's another companion skimming the profiles - the "Goddess of Weaving", according to Aglaea's, sure as hell looks like she could already be a goddess. And if that wasn't enough-]

... I've had experiences with a similar title as yours, actually.

[atu709]

Trust me, I'm aware. Would have made getting out of the coffin easier, though.

[ She raises an eyebrow at that. ]

Really?

profiles

[tripartites]

[ a slightly concurring hum from the goddess of locks. ]

Beings like A... they treat anyone they see as lower like toys, right? I believe them, but it isn't a surprise they're playing with us, just a bit.

[atu709]

Maybe so.

[ ah, yes. the Occupation: Writer. snow white sighs, giving an affable joking shrug ]

It is what it is, I suppose. Not my fault if I've been hired above my pay grade.