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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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Besides... cucumbers are delicious. I don't really care about trends anyways.
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[ She turns and flashes a smile over her shoulder - it's maybe 30% of her usual sparkle levels but it does its job. ]
They started serving a... what did they call it... like, a smashed cucumber salad at a restaurant I order in from sometimes and that's always pretty tasty. Especially when it's summer and you really don't wanna eat anything hot.
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Do you think you could make it?
[Look at those big doe eyes, Ai. Do you really want to disappoint her?]
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[ ... Th-those eyes are slowly eroding her ability to protest... you'd think after raising two adorable twins she'd be more immune to it but if anything, it's made her less able to resist. ]
It... can't be that hard to make, right? I mean it's there in the name, smashed cucumber... [ she's kind of starting to hype herself up for this. god help us all. ] I could probably manage... something like it!
smash cut to the kitchen being a disaster after trying to cook?
Thank you. [No ellipsis! That's as good as an exclamation point!] I can help, too.
absoLUTELY
[ She finally emerges from the shelves with an armful of the things, looking... I'm gonna be honest, unreasonably confident. ]
How hard could it be?
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Mutsumi is somehow covered tip to toe in flour.]
...achoo.