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

Pavilion

[cannotunravel]

I have been wondering about that too...I seem to have lost my Bitphone.

That's highly unusual.

[Where she's from, literally everyone has a Bitphone on themselves at all times. They have become such a staple of everyday life being without one is throwing her off]

[yourheroine]

[Someone appearing to know what she's talking about perks Aoi up a bit.]

-! Are you a heroine, too?

[cannotunravel]

I doubt it. Just a goddess in training, I suppose.

[What with being here and all]

[yourheroine]

Oh. Did God tell you to come here?

Aoi thought it might be a glitch waking up like this, but...

[cannotunravel]

I assume they did -- and the same happened to you. I don't think it's a bug of some sort...

[Probably! She's sure she'd know if there was hacking or a virus afoot with all this]

[yourheroine]

[Aoi nods eagerly. Finally, someone speaking her gamer brain language!]

Then it's a part of the game! Our first goal is to find our phones again!

[cannotunravel]

This A person might have them. They might not want to give those back.

[That's the worst case scenario, really!]

[yourheroine]

We'll have to try extra hard to convince A! Maybe they're a route!

[cannotunravel]

A route...?

[Hm. Well that sure is something that eludes Misane, but she murmurs, almost to herself:]

We'll need the right topics of conversation to direct this properly. It's hard to work with no clues...

[1bitheart gamified having conversations, haha]

[yourheroine]

[She perks up hearing the gamer terms. Someone gets it!]

Mmhmm. If we could save the game, it'd be easier. We'll have to look for the requirements for A's event flag.

[cannotunravel]

It's not so difficult. As long as you know when to push forward with the current topic, or you know when to present the right clue or information to make the swerve into something new, you'll be fine.

As long as we keep our mental fortitude, it'll all work out.

[Socializing is easy peasy, just don't make mistakes and watch out your 'health points' don't reach zero, and it'll aaaaall be okay]