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Your phone beeps, and displays only the following:
Once, there was a maiden...
...who was the living embodiment of everything right in the world.
While she lived, no real harm could come to anyone. Oh, wounds, disease, even death, sure. But she stood between the world and anything worse.
Shrike Plucks the Thorn from her Chest must be returned to reality, either by convincing or by changing and fracturing this dream enough that it cannot hold. Good luck.
Full points will be awarded to anyone who convinces Shrike to leave her Ideal World.
One point each will be awarded for every major change or fracture someone creatres in the Ideal World, up to five.
You have whatever items you would have on you, except weapons. Technological items are still with you, but will not function apart from phones, which display the above message.
If you are in the same area as other characters, you can talk to them.
One point each will be awarded for every major change or fracture someone creatres in the Ideal World, up to five.
You have whatever items you would have on you, except weapons. Technological items are still with you, but will not function apart from phones, which display the above message.
If you are in the same area as other characters, you can talk to them.
Edited 2020-08-02 17:53 (UTC)
You're standing in the middle of a dust-covered dirt road—really more of a path, if you're being honest, leading to a small cottage with a sturdy but simple roof. Maybe big enough for two people at best, but it looks well-cared for.
Surrounding you, and as far as you can see, are fields—the ones nearest the cottage growing crops, or planted with flowers, and then further out, wild grasses as high as your head, swaying quietly in the light breeze. There's a little birdsong, if you sit still and listen long enough.
You must be at least a day's walk if not more away from any other settlements, towns—civilization in general. And yet, someone clearly still lives here.
Regardless of what direction you intended to go, the door opens with a swish of wood creaking against wood a moment later—and a familiar face pokes her head out.
Surrounding you, and as far as you can see, are fields—the ones nearest the cottage growing crops, or planted with flowers, and then further out, wild grasses as high as your head, swaying quietly in the light breeze. There's a little birdsong, if you sit still and listen long enough.
You must be at least a day's walk if not more away from any other settlements, towns—civilization in general. And yet, someone clearly still lives here.
Regardless of what direction you intended to go, the door opens with a swish of wood creaking against wood a moment later—and a familiar face pokes her head out.
"Oh! I wasn't expecting you at all," says Shrike Plucks the Thorn from her Chest. "I'm not ready for guests, but..."
She smiles, gently. "I'm so glad you're here. Make yourself at home."
She smiles, gently. "I'm so glad you're here. Make yourself at home."
[aaaaaaaaaaaaaah when you have no concept of fields and and farms and forests and haven't really seen any before outside of the parks of Imeeji THIS IS ALL DISORIENTING
SALUTES!!]
--Hey! Hey Shrike, fancy meeting you here!
SALUTES!!]
--Hey! Hey Shrike, fancy meeting you here!
Ah, it's good to see you—
Is everything all right? Can I get you anything?
Is everything all right? Can I get you anything?
[tilts his head]
Uuuuh. I think so? Uh, mind if I come in for a sec? Just trying to get my bearings straight.
Uuuuh. I think so? Uh, mind if I come in for a sec? Just trying to get my bearings straight.
Oh, of course—I mean, you're always welcome here, after all, you know that.
Thanks, though I'll be honest, not exactly sure what here is.
[gonna mosey on inside then!!]
[gonna mosey on inside then!!]
You head inside the cottage, following Shrike. The decoration's pretty sparse—mostly limited to a little wooden board next to the door where she's pinned up what looks like letters and photos and clippings. There's a number of little gifts on a side table there, too, partially-opened—like they came from visitors.
It's really... mostly one room—a small table for eating in the center of the room, with one chair at it and a few others pushed to the side, out of the way.
A curtained-off area looks like it has a sleeping mat and a small chest of drawers behind it. The only other real room is through a door to the side with a kitchen.
"Like I said, er... I know it's not much, but I'll pull out the rest of the chairs and I'll put the kettle on..."
It's really... mostly one room—a small table for eating in the center of the room, with one chair at it and a few others pushed to the side, out of the way.
A curtained-off area looks like it has a sleeping mat and a small chest of drawers behind it. The only other real room is through a door to the side with a kitchen.
"Like I said, er... I know it's not much, but I'll pull out the rest of the chairs and I'll put the kettle on..."
Well, I know it's sort of in the middle of nowhere, but it's mine.
[ She holds the door open for you, and you head inside. ]
[ She holds the door open for you, and you head inside. ]
Ah... thanks.
I know I'm kind of boring, but I think this kind of life suits me.
I know I'm kind of boring, but I think this kind of life suits me.
[oh no its cute. lets out a whistle as he steps thru]
Woah, this is a contrast to the dorms, yeah? I like it, real down to earth. I'm not thirsty or nothin', so don't worry about fixing up something.
[gonna look at the wooden board tho--are there cute pics??]
Woah, this is a contrast to the dorms, yeah? I like it, real down to earth. I'm not thirsty or nothin', so don't worry about fixing up something.
[gonna look at the wooden board tho--are there cute pics??]
[ It's pinned with little photos, and clippings from reports on current happenings on Imeeji Idol Productions—she's clearly been following her friends and any happy news that comes up.
There's also a few little bundles of dried herbs pinned to the board, and some flower pressings. It seems like she's been making some of them to send to people. ]
Are you sure? I was already cooking, so...
There's also a few little bundles of dried herbs pinned to the board, and some flower pressings. It seems like she's been making some of them to send to people. ]
Are you sure? I was already cooking, so...
Edited 2020-08-02 18:18 (UTC)
[--????]
What the--Moonie?! When the heck did you get back?
What the--Moonie?! When the heck did you get back?
[ Kind of pauses for a moment, looking around at the setting, then back toward Shrike. ]
Ah, hey... this is your place?
Ah, hey... this is your place?
Well—
I'm really glad, then.
...it's peaceful. I've never had a place like this.
I'm really glad, then.
...it's peaceful. I've never had a place like this.
It is, yeah!
I know it's a bit modest, but it's nice out here, isn't it?
I know it's a bit modest, but it's nice out here, isn't it?
Back? [ headtilts. ... huh? ]
I just got here. If there's something I'm supposed to say, I wasn't really given any lines ahead of time.
-- oh, I know! I'll improvise! I'm actually a traitor who is in league with the neighboring planet, sent to sow chaos and discord to destroy this world!
I just got here. If there's something I'm supposed to say, I wasn't really given any lines ahead of time.
-- oh, I know! I'll improvise! I'm actually a traitor who is in league with the neighboring planet, sent to sow chaos and discord to destroy this world!
[buddy]
. . .didn't know aliens were part of the script, but cool, alright! You wouldn't really mess with Shrike too much, after all.
. . .didn't know aliens were part of the script, but cool, alright! You wouldn't really mess with Shrike too much, after all.
Mm... yeah. Yeah, I actually really like this kind of setting.
What kind of crops are you growing?
What kind of crops are you growing?
[aw neat. leans to sniff at the herbs cuz tbh he has no idea what they are. ]
Who were you cooking for?
Who were you cooking for?
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