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.

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[phototraces]

[It’s like swallowing water that’s too cold. The words burn in her throat. She remembers every person who got off that stupid ride. Every single one of them either wrote her off, hated her, or believed her too late. Kevin and Julie did but only after so much had happened. She can only imagine what Alex had gone through—had he begged them to listen? Or had he turned his back? She doesn’t know.

But she knows his guarded eyes. The way he doesn’t believe until she proved her reasons. You always want to hope but it’s so, so damn hard.]

It did. I thought it was the worst night of my life—that I could just go… but then two girls died when their tanning beds caught fire. That’s when I decided to try to find out as much as I could about Flight 180…and about you.

[She winces.]

That sounds like I’m a stalker, shit.

[rockymountaindie]

[ It's funny, though, when she winces, he...winces in turn.

Alex raises his head to look around for anyone else that may be around. And then, he gestures to Wendy to follow him. ]

...Come on. Too many people around here. Let's... Somewhere with a little more privacy. Yeah?

[phototraces]

Right, yeah.

[Ugh, get it together, girl. You’re losing control. She nods. Right. Right…]

Sorry, that’s… not like me. Let’s go somewhere else.

[rockymountaindie]

[ Alex shakes his head lightly as they start walking. He leads them in the direction of the cliffs. Though he hasn't really explored it yet, he's wandering towards the garden. ]

It's okay. I don't think... I know I didn't expect to meet anyone like me. Imagine you didn't either.

[ In contrast to that guarded boy, beaten down and bitter, Alex's words come out soft-spoken and gentle now. Even a little apologetic. ]

You don't sound like a stalker. If I coulda found...anything, any other...fucking visionary, I would've clicked my damn heels together like I was fucking Dorothy, alright, I...

[ He lets out a breath. He sounds tired. ]

...I get it.

Did...anything I did...help?

[phototraces]

That's right. I saw things online but I didn't really go looking.

[She had conflicting reports on whether Kimberly was alive or not and honestly she didn't really think trying to call someone and ask how she cheated death was a good idea. She sighs as she walks.]

...It did and it didn't. Knowing that Death can skip over people was helpful but--in the end there were just three out of us. Out of ten. No one really believed me until it was too late.

[rockymountaindie]

[ Alex lets out a heavy, shuddering breath. ]

I'm sorry. [ It's spoken with understanding. The others looked at him as if he made the plane explode. At first, only Clear defended him...and even she doubted, when they started digging together. Would Tod have believed him? If he hadn't been... Alex doesn't know. He'll never know.

It hangs over him, heavy. ]

...Did you beat it?

[phototraces]

I was alive when I got the offer but...

[She takes a deep breath. If Kevin and Julie were alive then she would be. That makes sense but... things weren't adding up.]

I saw the number of the subway train I was on. 081. There were other things too--the stupid busker, the ads--

[She took a deep breath. It didn't matter. She wasn't on the train now.] I thought I felt wind. In a subway car! I... just wanted out of there.

[rockymountaindie]

[ 081. o81. 180. Alex's blood runs cold. ]

You felt like it was after you. You saw an opportunity, and you took it. Were you the last one?

[phototraces]

...No. I knew I should have been fine...and it was so selfish but I just. It felt wrong.

[She left Kevin. She left Julie... her heart twists into knots. She hates it.]

It was like Death was right there... I panicked.

[rockymountaindie]

You weren't next... [ But, his face crumples with understanding. ] These were the first ones you'd seen in awhile, weren't they? You thought...you were safe.

[phototraces]

I was the last to die in my vision. [Some nights she feels like she's still falling off to the railing below.] Five months. It waited five months. It was Thanksgiving...!

[rockymountaindie]

[ He lets out a scoff, not directed at Wendy, but— ] The fucker. Mine was six.

[phototraces]

[Yeah. She knows. She nods.] He's a real bastard.

[rockymountaindie]

[ ... ]

...You...shit, you're really just like me.

[ He can't believe it. ]

I never thought I'd meet someone else who...

[phototraces]

Honestly? Me, too... I thought... everyone else who could have had similar stuff was dead.

[Alex was obviously dead. Kimberly? Who knew. There were some weird reports from other places but she wasn't sure.]

[rockymountaindie]

[ ...Were there others? He wants to ask, but he also doesn't. Because by default, if she knows, they didn't make it out. ]

Well... You know I was. ...Death's not gonna be too happy about that. To find me gone.

[ What does that mean for Clear? ]

[phototraces]

[...the internet is a blessing and a curse.]

...Yeah. I guess--Death wants us to stay dead.

[Hm... nope.]

[rockymountaindie]

...If...if it looks like it's coming for me...

[ Alex lets out a resigned breath. ]

Don't get too close. Okay? I don't trust it to...worry about collateral. 'Specially if it's already after you too.