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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.
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Bluntly: ] We're mostly told aliens aren't real, so, I'm a little fucking flabbergasted right now do you feel me?
[ is that what he is. is this aliens. is the truth out there. ]
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When did you say you were from?
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[ BOY HASN'T GRASPED TIME TRAVEL YET ]
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His mouth is dry, but, ] 2001.
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You're. You're from the future? All that- X-Files bullshit is real?
[ Now, important note. Alex is a panicky, sweaty, nervous boy. But this question, this...exclamation, it's less that and more genuine interest. Some kind of buried curiosity bubbling up, fighting its way through the constant fear response. ]
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[There's a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of Quark's mouth]
Now I don't know what the X-Files bullshit is, but if it has anything to do with traveling through space, then yes, it's real.
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...Shit.
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Shiiiit, that's- that's so cool, what the hell! You're not- nah, nah, why would anyone- 'specially if you're- I-I'm sorry, what'd you say you were again, I- I wasn't- there's a lot goin' on, it's hard to keep everything straight.
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I'm a Ferengi. I originally hail from the planet Ferenginar in the Ferengi Alliance, but at current I own a bar on the space station Deep Space Nine.
My name's Quark, by the way.
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Oh- ah, Alex. 'm Alex. It's, uh- s'nice to meet you, man.
[ It won't last. It never lasts. But like this, he actually feels alive. ]
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What's, ah...what's that Star Wars thing you mentioned? [Just...y'know. Out of curiosity.]
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[ His enthusiasm dips a little as he remembers, he's never going to be able to see those. On account of the being dead. ]
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[ Still...more subdued, but. ]
They're, uh, about some...space wizard guys. Whole fight against an evil empire and...all that. Probably not very accurate to what you know, but...I like 'em alright.
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Nah, that doesn't sound accurate to what I know at all. But it's not the first hyu-mon story I've heard of that has inaccuracies.
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It's an old movie anyway, the first one. ...Oh. I guess everything from 'round my time's sorta old to you. It's fun. All about...good triumphing over evil and that stuff.
[ ...Man, he misses when that didn't feel like a bummer to think about. When the world felt like it could be that. ]
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