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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.
Powers are off.
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.
Powers are off.
If you are in the same area as other characters, you can talk to them.
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."
[ she tilts her head at him in a bemused sort of way. ]
I'd hope you know if you came all the way out here—I know it's not much to look at, but it's home for me.
I'd hope you know if you came all the way out here—I know it's not much to look at, but it's home for me.
Edited 2020-08-07 00:05 (UTC)
Oh, uh, we could, uh...
[stand... in a field...? or something? Instead.]
Sorry.
[stand... in a field...? or something? Instead.]
Sorry.
[Nothing concerning about the words that display on his phone. But that doesn't change the fact that he knows what's expected of them.
When the door opens, he tucks it back in his pocket and smiles weakly.]
...Shrike. Sorry, I know it's unexpected. [He looks around properly, taking in an atmosphere that... isn't all that surprising.] It's... really lovely here.
When the door opens, he tucks it back in his pocket and smiles weakly.]
...Shrike. Sorry, I know it's unexpected. [He looks around properly, taking in an atmosphere that... isn't all that surprising.] It's... really lovely here.
[It's pretty.
[Can she go investigate the flower field?]
[Can she go investigate the flower field?]
Oh—no, it's really no worry at all, Wednesday—
[ she laughs. ]
It's good to have guests, you'll just have to excuse me while I set out some more chairs. Or at least I'd hope you'd like to come in.
[ she laughs. ]
It's good to have guests, you'll just have to excuse me while I set out some more chairs. Or at least I'd hope you'd like to come in.
Well, um... of course, if it's not too much trouble...
Thank you for having me.
Thank you for having me.
Oh, it's no problem at all, honestly. It's good to see you! Please—would you like to come in?
It is! I know it's not terribly much to look at, but it's mine, anyway.
Oh, of course—I mean, you can feel free to wander on your own, too, but I should show you the garden.
[ The actual growable area is pretty modest—there's a bed of flowers, mostly what seem like local wildflowers. Bright colors in a rainbow of hues, tall stalks and short stalks, manicured only a little.
Behind them there's a bed of bok choy, and some wheat, and herbs like cilantro and green onions. Tomatoes, a small field of soybeans... the kinds of things you need to be self-sufficient.
Near the edge of the growing area, there's a tidy area with farm tools put away—a hoe, a rake, a small scythe for cutting crops, a shovel, shears. All in good shape. In some cases, rather sharp edges.
In the yard, there's also a well, with a single wooden bucket swaying in the wind. ]
Behind them there's a bed of bok choy, and some wheat, and herbs like cilantro and green onions. Tomatoes, a small field of soybeans... the kinds of things you need to be self-sufficient.
Near the edge of the growing area, there's a tidy area with farm tools put away—a hoe, a rake, a small scythe for cutting crops, a shovel, shears. All in good shape. In some cases, rather sharp edges.
In the yard, there's also a well, with a single wooden bucket swaying in the wind. ]
Edited 2020-08-07 00:13 (UTC)
Thank you—I've been putting a lot of work into it, so I'm glad.
Would you like to come in?
Would you like to come in?
Just for a minute, maybe.
I'm on my way somewhere.
I'm on my way somewhere.
[ she reaches out for a moment, and then pauses, like she forgot something. ]
Oh—right, well, I think I need to double my dinner recipe, so... well, I'll be bustling around, but you're free to wander or just have a seat.
Oh—right, well, I think I need to double my dinner recipe, so... well, I'll be bustling around, but you're free to wander or just have a seat.
Oh, I didn't mean to put you to work or anything! I'm sure we can...
[uh
[go eat the grass or something? we are a long way from anywhere here]
A-anyway, I don't want to impose...!
[uh
[go eat the grass or something? we are a long way from anywhere here]
A-anyway, I don't want to impose...!
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