Test Drive

[jarredforlife]

[NOTE: changed the info link to reflect info shuffling in my posts.]

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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]

Fine by me. What are we skipping to?

[wethrinaer]

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

[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]

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.

[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.

[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.

[wethrinaer]

[he heaves a sigh, more put upon than annoyed]

I suppose I should look into getting myself some weapons, then.

[jarredforlife]

[points at one of the shrines]

There's a good place to start.

[wethrinaer]

You wouldn't happen to know which one would happen to have daggers, would you?

[jarredforlife]

[jabs at the one he pointed to again]

That one? If not, they'll be able to tell you where to go.

[wethrinaer]

Oh, lovely. Well, let us see if I cannot at least arm myself.

[he climbs to his feet and dusts himself off, then makes sure his clothes are presentable before heading over to the shrine]

[jarredforlife]

[will probably take the opportunity to wander over to whichever god supplies his cigarettes and make sure their standing quest is still going well! so he'll probably still be in the room once Maias is finished.]

[wethrinaer]

[Maias' own visit must've gone well enough, because he's walking away from one of the shrines with two, shiny daggers - both of which he twirls between his fingers, before they disappear into his sleeves.

He may have looked relaxed before, but now it's far more genuine]

[jarredforlife]

[noticing that]

I see everything went well?

[wethrinaer]

I've a tab to pay back as soon as I'm able, but yes, it did.

[jarredforlife]

A tab, huh. Better get used to it.

[wethrinaer]

I'm quite good at paying what I owe.

[jarredforlife]

I didn't say you'd try to shirk it, just that you're going to have one for a while.

[wethrinaer]

No, no, that's what I meant—I won't have a tab for long.

[jarredforlife]

Oh, the confident type. Well, good luck.

[wethrinaer]

I'm not very fond of owing others. [he shrugs, all grins]

[jarredforlife]

I think most people don't.

[wethrinaer]

True enough, true enough. But I'm a business man, or—I was. I'm used to it being the other way around.

[jarredforlife]

Well, this world still needs a lot of work . . . you might find some business for yourself yet.