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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 only 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 only 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."
[ 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. ]
[ 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. 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. ]
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. ]
[This is a more rural place than Glory has ever really been and she looks around for a moment, disoriented., before looking at the opening door.]
Ah... Shrike.
Ah... Shrike.
[Something felt familiar about that poem...
She should have expected as much from this world, but the charm of it disarms her for a moment. Still, she needs to break this, to smash it to pieces if she has to, through persuasion or otherwise. She needs to free Shrike, no matter what.]
Shrike! It looks so nice. I'd love to get a tour of the place.
She should have expected as much from this world, but the charm of it disarms her for a moment. Still, she needs to break this, to smash it to pieces if she has to, through persuasion or otherwise. She needs to free Shrike, no matter what.]
Shrike! It looks so nice. I'd love to get a tour of the place.
[ she looks delighted to see you here, honestly. ]
Glory! It's good to see you—do you want to come inside? Although I guess the weather's really nice, if you want to see the yard.
Glory! It's good to see you—do you want to come inside? Although I guess the weather's really nice, if you want to see the yard.
[ !!!! ]
Hlasoh—
...it's really good to see you. Of course—well, there's the house and there's the yard—I don't know what you'd like to see first. Really, I mean it when I say make yourself at home.
Hlasoh—
...it's really good to see you. Of course—well, there's the house and there's the yard—I don't know what you'd like to see first. Really, I mean it when I say make yourself at home.
...Hey. Guess you really wanted to get away from it all...?
...Mm. Your house looks cute, but it looks like you're growing things?
Yes, I'd love to. Maybe I'll have to stay and eat all of your food. Could I look at what you're growing? I miss gardening with you.
Well, you know, I've had aspirations of retiring to the simple life for a while, so. It's nice to have finally gotten to it.
D'you want to come in for a rest?
D'you want to come in for a rest?
Oh! Yeah, the crops are coming along really well, if you want to see—well, and flowers, too, since I think it's just nice to have them.
I grow most of my own food, now, so it's a lot of basics, but it's nice, still.
[ she gestures around the side of the house. ]
I grow most of my own food, now, so it's a lot of basics, but it's nice, still.
[ she gestures around the side of the house. ]
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...I don't really know much about crops, still, so maybe you can show me around the house, first.
Oh, sure! Come on in, then—I have something cooking, but I can probably double the recipe for visitors easily.
[ she nudges the door open. inside! ]
[ she nudges the door open. inside! ]
[he just
leans against the doorway and stares at her]
leans against the doorway and stares at her]
...well, what? Aren't you going to come in?
[glancing at the gifts on the side table]
Ah, I didn't bring anything...
Ah, I didn't bring anything...
Can't I admire the scenery first?
[but he enters, and approaches her]
[but he enters, and approaches her]
Ahh, it's so beautiful. Do you mind if I have a look around?
[She goes along to look at the flowers, taking a deep sniff.
A world like this... she has to fight hard to remember what she might do. It's not exactly what she wants, but living like this with her, would be so pretty wouldn't it?]
[She goes along to look at the flowers, taking a deep sniff.
A world like this... she has to fight hard to remember what she might do. It's not exactly what she wants, but living like this with her, would be so pretty wouldn't it?]
Oh—it's really nothing to worry about, those are just there because I haven't found a place to put them yet...
...really I need to build myself a bookshelf or something.
[ which she says, because the topmost item seems to be a book. a romance novel of some sort, maybe? ]
...really I need to build myself a bookshelf or something.
[ which she says, because the topmost item seems to be a book. a romance novel of some sort, maybe? ]
Oh, absolutely—I mean, my home is your home, whenever you're here.
[ the flowers are, in fact, absolutely lovely. ]
[ the flowers are, in fact, absolutely lovely. ]
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