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

[latinumsbetter]

Glebbening. [obviously. The corner of his mouth curls upwards] What, don't tell me you've never heard of a glebbening before.

[murchada]

What about that response made you think I have?

[latinumsbetter]

C'mon, I was just teasing. [his smile widens] Glebbening is a Ferengi word for a very heavy, possibly threatening rain.

[murchada]

Right. Right...

And a Ferengi is...

[listen, she could just say, "oh, so that's what you are" but that'd be assuming a lot. it could just be the name of the language, or culture, or any number of things.]

[latinumsbetter]

[Quark spreads his arms] You're lookin' at one. And a fine specimen of one, too, if I do say so myself.

[murchada]

Well, you're the only one I've ever met, so I guess by default...

[she'll? let him have this???]

[latinumsbetter]

[he huffs at that, dropping his arms]

They really aren't teaching you hyu-mons anything worthwhile in those schools, are they?

[murchada]

Truly, the education system is in shambles.

[ HER ASS HAS NEVER BEEN TO SCHOOL ]

So, what, I'm supposed to be familiar with your species already?

[latinumsbetter]

It'd be nice if hyu-mon schools taught anything about other races than just Vulcans, Romulans and Klingons.

1/2

[murchada]

[murchada]

No, seriously, I'm supposed to know these...?

[latinumsbetter]

[Quark blinks at that] You don't even know those?

[murchada]

I know of a god of fire that has the name Vulcan, but in the context of a species... no. I'm not familiar.

[latinumsbetter]

[say what now]

...You are from Earth, aren't you? Or at least, some kinda Federation planet?

1/2

[murchada]

[ ... ]

[murchada]

Well... yeah.

[why did she have to think about it that long]

[latinumsbetter]

And when are you from, exactly?

[murchada]

I believe the last recorded date on Earth was around 2019.

[THE MOST NORMAL WAY TO ANSWER THIS QUESTION.........]

1/2

[latinumsbetter]

Oh. Well that explains it, then. You've got another 40 years before--

2/2

[latinumsbetter]

--wait, what do you mean, "last recorded date?"

[murchada]

[40 years before what, mystery martian?]

Last recorded means last recorded. Well, I'm sure someone's still monitoring it, but... [actually, maybe that's her job? uh. the other her.] The year isn't really that relevant right now...?

[latinumsbetter]

And why's that?

[murchada]

Well, most of the planet is empty right now.

[latinumsbetter]

[...]

...it's what?

[murchada]

Empty. Bleached, to be specific.