Test Drive

[jarredforlife]

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Prompt 1: Everyday Life

[A nondescript man pats down his pockets, frowns, and then heads your way with purpose.]

So . . . Don't suppose I could get a smoke off of you?

Prompt 2: I Can't Believe It's Not Thusia

[Your character has died! And then . . . woken up in some cold stone room full of weird shrines??? Plus some strange dude is sitting next to you, puffing lightly on a cigarette.]

Oh, you're awake? Then welcome back to the land of the living. Or to the land of the re-living. Still not sure how the terminology works there.

Prompt 3: You Make Up A Scenario

[You make up a scenario.]

Comments

[jarredforlife]

Good, because I'm not very good at being comforting.

[jarredforlife]

Fashion, probably.

[wethrinaer]

Perhaps we should just skip that part, then. Fair enough?

[jarredforlife]

A story implies a writer, right? And also a reader. And then you get into questions of who is the cosmic writer and reader and maybe quantum physics too and it's all just too much bother.

[dreamvour]

[she blinks a few times, her usual expression gone for a moment - before she snorts, almost a laugh]

You're looking at it way too seriously.

In the beginning, when humans learned that we may exist, they told stories. And those stories spread - and their belief in us is what gave us our power. But it's also what formed the first rules we had to follow, aside from what the gods put in place.

[she spreads her hands with a shrug] In other words, it's just an old way of referring to the rules.

[offscript]

Not at all. I have plenty to spare.

[jarredforlife]

Fine by me. What are we skipping to?

[jarredforlife]

Oh, well, that makes a lot more sense.

[wethrinaer]

Something far more interesting, maybe? I'm quite over this "brought back to life" rubbish now.

[dreamvour]

I'm assuming it doesn't work the same way for you?

[jarredforlife]

Just as well. I can't mug anyone until it gets dark.

[jarredforlife]

There's not much of interest here other than the gods and survival, at the moment . . .

I can't really recommend exploring beyond the building, either.

[wethrinaer]

That's all there is, huh.

[he tilts his head, though, and shoots a brief glance to the door] And why is that?

[jarredforlife]

We're all kind of . . . willed into existence . . . as far as anyone can tell. So kind of similar . . . though humans aren't involved in the process, of course.

[dreamvour]

Ah . . . by your god? Or something else?

[jarredforlife]

Yeah, He's the one.

[you can practically hear the capital]

[jarredforlife]

Well, a couple dozen people rebuilding a whole planet does take some time . . .

For the second part, it's because everything in the jungle beyond the building is poisonous, carnivorous, or both.

[dreamvour]

Heeeh . . . [it's a quiet hum, but interested]

We don't really deal with him or your kind often. There's never really a need to, around here.

[wethrinaer]

One would think they'd prepare for our arrivals a little better. All work and no play, as they say . . .

[there's a beat] Ah. So I'm inviting death to take me again should I wander out there unarmed.

[offscript]

Oh? Was that the plan?

[jarredforlife]

I need to get cash somehow . . .

[jarredforlife]

More or less. There are ways to be brought back if you die, but that requires someone willing to pay for it . . . and if no one days, the gods can just bring more people in.

[jarredforlife]

It's just as well. No need to drag the uninvolved into our little spats.

[malignstar]

Angels always did have horrible taste.

[offscript]

So you don't always want to depend on strangers for your cigarettes?