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

[atu709]

Fantastic polishing work on the ruins, then. Wow.

[cannotunravel]

Not having to live surrounded by dust and rubble is very convenient.

[Especially because they didn't have to clean up ruins themselves! That'd have taken ages, even if twenty-something people put some serious elbow grease]

[atu709]

I don't even have to breathe and that much dust would be miserable.

[cannotunravel]

You don't need to breathe...?

[Of course, such an odd statement catches her attention!]

[atu709]

There are a lot of things you stop having to do when you're no longer alive in the traditional sense.

[cannotunravel]

...oh.

[........]

I'm not entirely sure I understand it, but if you're fine with it, then I'm fine too.

[The year 2230 or so doesn't have undead people, so she's not sure what's up with this -- but she has no reason to be wary, so she won't]

[atu709]

It's easier to not think about it very hard. I'm cold and I don't eat or breathe or sleep. Quantifiable information.

[cannotunravel]

So not too different from most people. Perhaps even with a slight advantage, if it turns out the rest of us run out of food supplies...

[Congratulations, Snow White, you're now the likeliest one to survive if trouble arises. What an honor]

[atu709]

And on the other side, not taking up resources or space could also be useful in a crisis.

[ a beat. ]

Fair warning, I'd be a terrible cannibalism candidate. Just a bunch of frozen meat of questionable age.

[cannotunravel]

That's fine. There's nothing appetizing about you.

[She'd have said this about anyone, for obvious reasons, but also could you have worded it a little more politely, Misane? That sounded a little rude]

[atu709]

Well now I'm offended.

[ she's joking! she can joke! ]

[cannotunravel]

Fine. If push comes to shove, I'll tell others you look like good dining.

[They're joking around but if Misane ever says something like this, all she'll confirm to everyone is that Misane is a weirdo. Not that they'd need that much proof -- she's an odd duck and she knows it]

[atu709]

Thank you. And I will tell them that despite my looks, I am cold and stringy.

[ That's. One agreement to reach on the matter. ]