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week 1

Arrival

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.

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[listen, every group needs that one member that stays away from the grounds and just sort of brings down the whole vibe, right? if a wallflower was actively rotting. Cerejeira is providing an important service by bringing the mood down as she wanders around, looking just sort of tired and unimpressed at everything. what, was she supposed to be wow-ed, just because it's different than home? eh.

one might wonder why she's even here, considering how much it seems she'd rather not be. she's maybe wondering that herself a little bit, too.

you can find her paused in her exploration, staring at the sky, frowning at the clouds.]

...Does that seem like a bad omen to anyone else?

[for a good chunk of time after that, she's in the scroll storage, looking like she's trying to figure out what the organization system is. sure, it's a mess in here, but there has to be something. right? please?]

[Vanity takes a second to examine the sky. Contemplate the roiling storm clouds, which perhaps symbolize something vis a vis coming conflict.]

If you consider rain to be a bad thing? I understand some planets still need it to survive.

I guess it's not like it's bad on its own... Maybe I'm overthinking it.

[...]

...Wait, doesn't everywhere need water...?

Oh, certainly. But the rain part is a bit fuzzier, especially when you're getting into smaller colonies and artificial planetoids.

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Sky because I'm a sheep

call me a shepherd i welcome all sheep

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