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

[raisethemoon]

Oh, yes, quite large! I suppose it is fortunate there are none here - my room seems a touch small even for me.

[The bed...is not horse-sized...]

How...are you finding it?

[latinumsbetter]

Fortunately, I fit the room pretty well. But then, I'd hope so. A comfortable bed was part of my contract.

[raisethemoon]

You made a contract?

[we could DO that???]

[latinumsbetter]

Of course. I'd never have agreed to this without a contract.

[raisethemoon]

You must have spent a great deal more time negotiating than the rest of us...

[At least, her. But everyone else she's talked to described a generally similar encounter. Maybe she should have pushed harder - but a full contract simply never would have occurred to her.]

What else was included?

[latinumsbetter]

Well, I made sure that the power I recieved would be useful to me, and that I would be able to take it and everything else I might gain here back with me. Furthermore, my absence won't be longer than two weeks time, whether or not this place has been wholly renewed or not. Additionally, there shall be no harm, bodily or otherwise, that will come to me. All my needs will be met, including but not limited to food, water, and a comfortable warm place to sleep. If any of the terms of the contract are breached, I will be returned home immediately.

[raisethemoon]

Do you believe she has that much power to prevent such things? It did not sound as if she had matters here terribly underwing...

["In hand" is the phrase she means.]

[latinumsbetter]

[At that, Quark shrugs] It's in the contract.

And keeping one person out of trouble is a lot less work than renewing an entire planet.

[raisethemoon]

I suppose that is true...

[Well, even if she's doubtful it will help, it probably won't hurt.]

I never would have thought to do such a thing.

[latinumsbetter]

Of course not. You're not Ferengi. We're taught about contract craft from the moment we can hold a datapad.

[raisethemoon]

[She smiles a little. Luna's not unfamiliar with other species having wildly different outlooks and priorities.]

Contracts are not unimportant to ponies, but it's not a skill taught to all, no. I would have someone else to arrange such matters, were I to wish a contract drawn up. Any laypony would.

[Like, she has People For That as royalty, but lawyers are around everywhere! Somepony's gotta have a briefcase cutie mark!]

[latinumsbetter]

Well, then, that answers why you wouldn't have thought to do it. So you're one of those cultures where only certain people know how to handle a contract, huh?

[raisethemoon]

Yes, they must attend extra schooling for it!

[It doesn't sound terribly interesting to her, really.]