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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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So? That doesn't prove anything. We may not be in a holosuite, but if you're a character from a video game, I dunno what else you could be.
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...oh. Do you have more immersive gaming systems?
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Aoi's--mmhmm, Aoi's a character in a holosuite story.
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[Surprisingly void of derision and more fondly amused]
I had a guy try to sell me some of those once, but there weren't enough teenagers on the station who would've been interested for it to be profitable.
cw slight sexual implications
[Aoi blinks a few times, as if processing how close what Quark is talking about to her own reality.]
Everybody in the game has to be eighteen or older to stay legal. But Aoi doesn't know how old the players are. Otherwise, you've got it.
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3/3 cw slight sexual implications
cw sexual implications, no longer slight
cw sexual implications/discussion of porn
So...it's not just some go-on-dates-and-practice-flirting storyline.
cw sexual implications/discussion of porn
Aoi doesn't know the setup for this one yet though. That opening scene about fixing the world was weird, and Aoi should have forgotten everything about the last game. But all my memories from the last route are still here? Is this a glitch?
cw sexual implications/discussion of porn
Well, that just won't do. There's too much happening right now to deal with feelings like those! Best to just ignore the. So that's what he's going to do right now! This is going to be Later Quark's problem!
He latches on to that change of subject pretty quickly.]
I dunno about that. The whole glitch thing. In fact, I was under the impression that this wasn't a holosuite program of any kind.
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But Aoi’s never been outside of a game before…is this another advancement in technology?
[It’d make sense if people wanted their games to be more immersive, but how much can the barrier between the game and reality really shrink?]
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Maybe she did something that made you able to leave a game for once.
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[Aoi looks up, her expression seeming a bit lost.]
...what now?
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