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❁ Characters have access to all of their canon powers, as well as all of their purchased imeeji powers.
❁ Phones work! You can't contact people outside of the ideal world, but you can contact other characters in the same session as you, plus access your phone camera, apps, the internet, etc etc.
❁ Feel free to tag other characters in the same session as you or run solo, either is fine.
Characters innately know two things:
❁ Their objective is to show Ao that it's better for her if she leaves, and help her return to Tokyo-F.
❁ Death in this world is permanent. If you die, you don’t get another chance. If Ao dies, her spirit stays in this realm.
❁ Phones work! You can't contact people outside of the ideal world, but you can contact other characters in the same session as you, plus access your phone camera, apps, the internet, etc etc.
❁ Feel free to tag other characters in the same session as you or run solo, either is fine.
Characters innately know two things:
❁ Their objective is to show Ao that it's better for her if she leaves, and help her return to Tokyo-F.
❁ Death in this world is permanent. If you die, you don’t get another chance. If Ao dies, her spirit stays in this realm.
[ You're in a field.
It's green and vast and calming. There's a pleasant breeze passing by, carrying the smell of wildflowers and the voices of an adult and a child a short distance away, tossing a long bone back and forth as a sheepdog chases after it, to and fro between them.
Past them looms the skeletal remains of a ruined modern skyscraper, overgrown with vines.
Just a little ways behind you is a small, plain wooden house. The wood isn't treated, or even sanded down; it looks like it was made using little more than an axe and a knife. There's a hole carved out of the door for a handle. ]
It's green and vast and calming. There's a pleasant breeze passing by, carrying the smell of wildflowers and the voices of an adult and a child a short distance away, tossing a long bone back and forth as a sheepdog chases after it, to and fro between them.
Past them looms the skeletal remains of a ruined modern skyscraper, overgrown with vines.
Just a little ways behind you is a small, plain wooden house. The wood isn't treated, or even sanded down; it looks like it was made using little more than an axe and a knife. There's a hole carved out of the door for a handle. ]
[ ..... she's drawn pretty immediately towards the sound of the child, and! whatever they're doing looks like fun! so ]
Hello...? What are you playing?
Hello...? What are you playing?
[ It’s already pretty apparent even at a distance thanks to the tattoos, and it only becomes clearer up close that the child - teenager, really - is just a younger-looking, much smaller Challah. She can throw the bone a lot further than the man opposite her, who keeps coming up short and also isn’t very good at catching it in return even when she tosses it right to him. In spite of this, he’s laughing a lot, like he’s having a great time. Visually, they make an odd, mismatched pair; the man is in a bright purple quilted windbreaker over a graphic tee of some kind, sweatpants, and very comfortable-looking sneakers, while Challah Small is barefoot, in just a simple tunic.
The man looks to be somewhere in his twenties, maybe, but it's hard to place age with confidence because he also seems pretty sickly; his complexion isn't good, and he's way too skinny, next to no muscle definition as far as the eye can see. The distance he can manage to toss the bone gets progressively smaller, until he seems to have tired himself out so much that his laughing has morphed into a wheeze.
as Challah comes over and speaks to them, Challah Small turns and gapes at her, too startled to respond for a second ]
The man looks to be somewhere in his twenties, maybe, but it's hard to place age with confidence because he also seems pretty sickly; his complexion isn't good, and he's way too skinny, next to no muscle definition as far as the eye can see. The distance he can manage to toss the bone gets progressively smaller, until he seems to have tired himself out so much that his laughing has morphed into a wheeze.
as Challah comes over and speaks to them, Challah Small turns and gapes at her, too startled to respond for a second ]
[ It looks incredibly peaceful... at least the scene between the adult and child. It's cute and idyllic.
Which is why she heads that way, in the end. ]
It's a beautiful day to play outside, huh?
Which is why she heads that way, in the end. ]
It's a beautiful day to play outside, huh?
Edited 2020-08-07 23:11 (UTC)
[ You open the door to what seems to be a combination kitchen and dining area. The floors are bare dirt ground, except for some wool rugs scattered around here and there; there’s one under a set of carved wood chairs and a table. It would look like a commoner's house from a very, very long time ago, if it wasn't for the up-to-date appliances and smooth white kitchen counters. (Actually, they're even more advanced than modern appliances...?)
On the wall behind the dining table hangs a large wooden cross.
Aside from the entrance leading to the field outside, there's only one other door. ]
On the wall behind the dining table hangs a large wooden cross.
Aside from the entrance leading to the field outside, there's only one other door. ]
[ It’s already pretty apparent even at a distance thanks to the tattoos, and it only becomes clearer up close that the child - teenager, really - is just a younger-looking, much smaller Challah. She can throw the bone a lot further than the man opposite her, who keeps coming up short and also isn’t very good at catching it in return even when she tosses it right to him. In spite of this, he’s laughing a lot, like he’s having a great time. Visually, they make an odd, mismatched pair; the man is in a bright purple quilted windbreaker over a graphic tee of some kind, sweatpants, and very comfortable-looking sneakers, while Challah Small is barefoot, in just a simple tunic.
The man looks to be somewhere in his twenties, maybe, but it's hard to place age with confidence because he also seems pretty sickly; his complexion isn't good, and he's way too skinny, next to no muscle definition as far as the eye can see. The distance he can manage to toss the bone gets progressively smaller, until he seems to have tired himself out so much that his laughing morphs into a wheeze and the bone drops from his fingers. Challah Small hurries over to take his arm and help him sit down in the grass. With the game of catch-slash-fetch coming to an end, the dog comes to their side, too.
the man beams up at you, even as he’s struggling to catch his breath ]
It is.
The man looks to be somewhere in his twenties, maybe, but it's hard to place age with confidence because he also seems pretty sickly; his complexion isn't good, and he's way too skinny, next to no muscle definition as far as the eye can see. The distance he can manage to toss the bone gets progressively smaller, until he seems to have tired himself out so much that his laughing morphs into a wheeze and the bone drops from his fingers. Challah Small hurries over to take his arm and help him sit down in the grass. With the game of catch-slash-fetch coming to an end, the dog comes to their side, too.
the man beams up at you, even as he’s struggling to catch his breath ]
It is.
[ WOAH WHO IS THAT OTHER DOG
challah (big) also gapes for a second or two. or three. ... time to circle challah (small) so as to put herself at a comfortable distance for defense or attacc should the Need Arise. ]
Who are you? [ just a little bit accusatory ]
challah (big) also gapes for a second or two. or three. ... time to circle challah (small) so as to put herself at a comfortable distance for defense or attacc should the Need Arise. ]
Who are you? [ just a little bit accusatory ]
[Being more advanced goes right over this guy's head, he doesn't technology. But it is a strange juxtaposition with any appliances in this house. He tries the other door after a look around the room.]
[ WHO IS THAT OTHER DOG!!!
she frowns a bit back, ALSO defensive ]
I am Abel. Who are you?
she frowns a bit back, ALSO defensive ]
I am Abel. Who are you?
OH...
[ She's concerned, rushing over to him... Challah...? It's Challah.... only smaller. She helps her settle him in the grass. ]
A good day for play, but... are you alright? Can I help you? Maybe we should get you inside.
[ She's concerned, rushing over to him... Challah...? It's Challah.... only smaller. She helps her settle him in the grass. ]
A good day for play, but... are you alright? Can I help you? Maybe we should get you inside.
[ There are three women in this room. One old, white-haired woman lies in bed, eyes closed, with a face mask hooked up to a breathing tube covering the lower half of her face. The breathing tube is connected to boxy machine beside the bed with a screen display on it that beeps periodically. In one of her hands she holds a sprig of myrtle to her chest; the other is held by another similarly old, similarly white-haired woman, tall and gray-eyed, sitting at her side.
The third, sitting on the opposite side of the bed, has waist-length hair, is dressed in a plain, undyed linen long-sleeved dress and gloves, wears an even, unreadable expression, and has no mark on her forehead - but otherwise, there’s no mistaking she looks exactly like Ao.
She looks up when you come in. ]
The third, sitting on the opposite side of the bed, has waist-length hair, is dressed in a plain, undyed linen long-sleeved dress and gloves, wears an even, unreadable expression, and has no mark on her forehead - but otherwise, there’s no mistaking she looks exactly like Ao.
She looks up when you come in. ]
[ you wanna GO smaller-challah?? or. abel. whatever. ]
I am Challah-- [ wait okay now that she has acknowledged other challah, the wheezing of the man is starting to concern her ]
Is he okay? Does he need help?
I am Challah-- [ wait okay now that she has acknowledged other challah, the wheezing of the man is starting to concern her ]
Is he okay? Does he need help?
Challah-san...!
[ Oh good. A familiar face. ]
Hey-- you...
[ . . . There's a younger you here. ]
It looks like we're both in the same place.
[ Oh good. A familiar face. ]
Hey-- you...
[ . . . There's a younger you here. ]
It looks like we're both in the same place.
Thank you, miss. And you, Abel.
[ the dog noses at his hand with a whine, and he pets both the dog's head and Challah's. Challah apologizes, ]
“I should not have pushed you so, as weak as you are. I’m sorry, Solomon.”
I just overexterted myself a bit, it’s all right. I’ll be okay once I recover.
[ the dog noses at his hand with a whine, and he pets both the dog's head and Challah's. Challah apologizes, ]
“I should not have pushed you so, as weak as you are. I’m sorry, Solomon.”
I just overexterted myself a bit, it’s all right. I’ll be okay once I recover.
Ab-!
[ as if on cue, the bone slips from the man’s fingers, and Abel hurries over to help him sit down on the ground before he collapses. with the game coming to an end, the dog trots over to their side, too. ]
[ as if on cue, the bone slips from the man’s fingers, and Abel hurries over to help him sit down on the ground before he collapses. with the game coming to an end, the dog trots over to their side, too. ]
[His gaze sweeps over the room, but lands on Ao. Most of this feels like an intrusion, but at least she's here.]
Ao? Is this your family?
Ao? Is this your family?
[ ALARMED HOVERING
guess that answers her question ]
Sh... should I call someone?
guess that answers her question ]
Sh... should I call someone?
Ah... Kaguya! [ greeting tail wag! ]
Yes, it looks like we are... though I'm not sure where "here" is. And I don't know why, [ she looks over at challah (small) ] ... That person is here, either.
Yes, it looks like we are... though I'm not sure where "here" is. And I don't know why, [ she looks over at challah (small) ] ... That person is here, either.
[ Oh... he referred to the younger Challah as Abel. She glances at the other girl for a moment, before back to the man. ]
Can I get you anything? Water, or...
Can I get you anything? Water, or...
[ She nods... it's fairly confusing. ]
What we need to do is find the owner of this Ideal World and convince them to go home with us.
If you're here... [ . . . ] A different you, then that means it's someone close to you back inside Imeeji. Your sister, maybe...? Or someone on your unit.
What we need to do is find the owner of this Ideal World and convince them to go home with us.
If you're here... [ . . . ] A different you, then that means it's someone close to you back inside Imeeji. Your sister, maybe...? Or someone on your unit.
[ she tilts her head. frowning. ]
They got my height wrong, though. [ THIS IS VERY IRRITATING ]
They got my height wrong, though. [ THIS IS VERY IRRITATING ]
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