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

[literarybehemoth]

[Well, this isn't his room, but it is nice. Very big. Very comfortable. He'd like to laze about, but this all does demand his attention... he's probably late for class, and the administration will give him hell for that.

...will it? He remembers... something. Hm.

He hops up on the table and reads the note, then looks around his room for... well. A robe will do instead of a satchel, even if it's a little too bulky. It has pockets, at least...

So, the most important thing to do is to locate the kitchen so he has the fortitude to deal with the rest of the day. He's hungry and could use a bit of food, except when he looks in the storage...]

...

What... sort of meat is this...?

[it really... doesn't look like it came from insects...

well. that bit of horror aside. he'll just uh. go to the library and hole up there. It's his natural habitat. Though...]

...was there some idiot smoking in here? Hmph. People should take better care of their writings.

[He'll be going through the shelves to see what all is salvageable so he can hole up in the corner and read it...]

kitchen

[rockymountaindie]

[ Alex hears a voice and looks around for its source. Coming from...the pantry? He takes a cautious peer into it and doesn't see anyone, which is weird. No one besides— ]

...Huh. What kinda cat're you, little guy?

[ His voice is soft, a little raspy, a little gravelly. ]

[literarybehemoth]

Ah.

[One of the humans. There are certainly a lot of them, aren't there... he'll turn and look at Alex after closing the cooler.]

I happen to be a manul. We're far more common in the states of Siberia, I suppose, so I do not blame you for being unfamiliar.

[rockymountaindie]

[ Alex's mouth drops open and he stares. ]

Y- you- huh.

[literarybehemoth]

...this is beginning to look like enough of a common reaction that I am beginning to suspect something is odd with the cats where you are from.

Library

[do_as_i_say]

[While Mkhail is roaming through the shelves, it's only a matter of time his cat ears will notice the soft cries coming from one corner of the library.

Will he choose to investigate?]

[literarybehemoth]

[...

Ah. Well. This is probably a bit of an overwhelming situation for some.

...

He sighs as he sets down a scroll. He developed something akin to this skillset against his will, but he Will investigate...]

...Excuse me. Do you desire solitude, or...?

[he kind of hopes yes...]

[do_as_i_say]

[The reaction is instant - as soon as Mikhail talks, the girl's head shoots up, darting this way and that to find the speaker. The fear is clear, even more so when the only living thing near her appears to be a cat.

Despite the clear pain as she struggles to stand, she does it anyway, and voice is loud when she speaks.]

Wh-who's there?! I heard you! Show yourself!

[literarybehemoth]

...It is me, miss.

[...he takes a breath and rubs his brow a bit...]

The cat. I understand this is apparently unusual.

Library

[taintedfayth]

Unfortunately, it would seem a great many of these works are beyond salvation.

[Seymour has been digging around to see if he can find anything that might shed some light on the nature of this place or their mysterious contact, but so far he's come up empty-handed due to that very reason.]

[literarybehemoth]

Truly unfortunate.

[He sighs.]

I would hope they are not the only extant copies... you do have the occasion where someone will find a perfectly preserved trove, of course. But writing was far rarer in the era to which our surroundings seem to correspond.

[taintedfayth]

I would think it would depend on whether or not they were official texts.

[Scriptures or teachings, for example, would be far more likely to have multiple copies in existence.]

But writings such as research or personal records... they may well be the only ones. What a pity... there could be a vast amount of knowledge lost to these ashes.

[literarybehemoth]

This does seem like an old temple, so perhaps it is mostly religious texts. But even then, if you find early church writings you learn more about the historical development of things and the thought going on there that may not have survived the various ecumenical councils and repressions...

[he sighs. that's all so exciting....]

I suppose it is something to ask our mysterious host about.

library

[threeapplestall]

[Mutsumi just. Squats down in front of Manulov. And hesitantly reaches out a hand to scritch him behind the ears.

Direct, are we?]

[literarybehemoth]

[...he looks kind of confused.]

...

Do you often engage in the practice of trying to scratch strangers behind the ears?

[threeapplestall]

[She freezes up instantly.]

Cats on my world like it, so...

Library

[sweetsynergy]

[She stops. Stares.]

[Carefully puts the tome she was inspecting back on the shelf.]

Impressive.

[literarybehemoth]

...what, that I was able to deduce the cause of all this?

[he kind of gestures to the burnt writings...]

Have you found the burnt butt, then?

[sweetsynergy]

Very.

[She hadn't known anyone was working on engineering animal forms with this level of sapience. She takes a few steps towards Manulov, looking down at him before squatting to get a bit on his level.]

The burnt- ah, no. Whoever's responsible for this didn't do it that recently, it seems.

kitchen

[pariunt]

[He studies the cat with great interest. Certainly, he knows from the druids that there are people out there who can speak to animals, but Astarion is not one himself.

What's probably important is how it looks like he has absolutely no desire to pet the extremely fluffy cat. Not out of a dislike, but nevertheless, he does not pet.

He glances at the cat, at the meat he assumes from the look of it is likely beef, and then opts not to say such.]

...What sort of meat do you eat?

[literarybehemoth]

Insects, crustaceans, non-intelligent mollusks... those sorts of things.

[...what else would you eat, he wonders...]

I could certainly go for a grub sausage right about now...

[pariunt]

I'm not certain those will be easy to find here.

[There's a distinct lack of crustaceans in cold storage.]

I remember crab being quite expensive.

[Something about how he says it makes it clear this is a distant memory.]

Kitchen

[cannotunravel]

[Misane was taking some mental inventory of the contents of the kitchen, a little out of sight. When she wanders out of the pantry, she sees this cat]

Oh. You're so fluffy!

[She sounds delighted]

[literarybehemoth]

...I am quite aware.

[...he's starting to get an Idea of what humans are like. he's not sure how he feels about it.]

My people are from a cold land, so we require... fluffiness.

[cannotunravel]

[Hearing him talk made Misane's eyes widen momentarily -- less because she's surprised about a talking animal and more because she thought she might have crossed a line]

I might have to apologize. I didn't mean any offense.

[At least she didn't go straight to pet him, but that's only because she wasn't close enough for that, hah]