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letsplayamurder2025-07-06 02:51 am
letsplayamod) wrote in letsplayamurder2025-07-06 02:51 am
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.
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'.
-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.
Pavilion
[Which was like. Maybe a few minutes ago, and also phones of any kind have not been on her radar.]
I assume you mean a specific one?
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Aoi can't charge or save the game without it.
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[No judgment, they're a very important section of consumer.]
Any branding or markings I should look for? I can't imagine you're the only one missing a phone.
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[Aoi says casually. Close enough to a yes.]
Boop boop...it's gray with a touchscreen. My pictures and email addresses are there, and the only phone number is God's. Just open it and you'll know if it's Aoi's.
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[For the second time on this log- she don't got it.]
And since we're asking, any chance you've seen a pair of glasses laying around? Black frames, AegisCorp branding on the arms.
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Somebody stole your glasses? Aoi will look for them. They might be in the same place as my phone.
...what's an AegisCorp look like?
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[Wow, that stings her ego a little, but okay. She can be petty about it once she has her glasses back.]
The company name in little silver letters, in this case.
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[She's still got many things to learn about the big space corporations.]
Do you work there?
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[This will all make so much more sense once she thinks Aoi is a robot.]
Did you- talk to anyone before you got here? Something about helping rebuild?
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[ha ha wow]
But they told you something about needing help rebuilding a world, right?
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[She guesses?? What is game.]