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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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[dryly, though he can't help the bit of pride that bleeds into his voice]
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[Rolling his eyes. thisfreaking guy.]
Whatever helps you sleep at night, dude.
[with the mother of all ear plugs maybe.]
What the heck are you even supposed to be?
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Typical hyu-mon. Barely know anything outside their own species.
I'm a Ferengi.
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[well if dumbo's going to be a prick to a serious question, then]
Gesundheit.
[so will he! yes that is the exact face he's making rn]
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[Quark makes an annoyed sound, waving a hand.] Not whatever you said.
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[ranma's joke
quark's head]
... Maybe that would've landed better if you had a big honking nose.
[Musing that to himself like Quark isn't here.]
And I've never heard of a Ferengi, so we're even there.
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[he's starting to scowl, clearly annoyed]
Yeah, I can tell. You probably haven't even heard of Vulcans, have you? What, your backwater planet not have space travel yet or something?
safety cw for animals eating carrion
I know they're scavengers that live off eating dead things?
[vulcans not vultures.]
And we do! There's guys who go to the moon and back in rockets!
[... wait a tick he's starting to grasp it]
So... You're an alien then? Is that what'cha sayin'?
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Sure am. At least, I would be to a hyu-mon like you. And I hope one day to get to tell a Vulcan that specific description to their face.