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15strangers2020-03-01 01:58 pm
strangerpeople) wrote in 15strangers2020-03-01 01:58 pm
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Isn't this where.....
[Living and dead have reunited. That is all well and good. However, all these trains and cars and starships mean nothing by themselves - many of you may be wondering precisely where they are headed, and the answer presents itself soon in the form of a yawning portal in the middle of space. Yawning, calm, so as not to be mistaken with the writhing and twitching of the wefts - it seems to belong, or at least to be accepted as a cosmic inevitability. And this is what all of the dubious spacecrafts sail into for now - it is just barely large enough for all of them to go in one at a time, and to come out on the other side of the wormhole.
That appears to be some kind of airspace. Those curious about the place they're going may want to open the stained glass windows of the trains to get a much better view of the scenery they're descending on. The landscapes are mostly gorgeous, looking from a distance as though they were painted with watercolors, although some may think it also looks a bit, well, haphazardly patched together. For the trains, there is a floating dock above the land that looks brand new, and an elevator to take down to the ground. All other ships can find an easy landing space in the meadow, like the weird UFOs they are. Nevertheless, there is a path to follow from there, leading to a castle in the distance. It is a path lined with wonderful flowers and trees... and also a chaotic smattering of other trees that don't look like they quite belong. Sheets of dry lasagna make up the bark of the spaghetti trees, their inexplicably cooked pasta hanging like a weeping willow as marinara drips from their meatball fruit. The smell is overpowering, but don't let that ruin the trip. "In fact, it would be better if you let it work up an appetite", the cheerful voice of 707 suggests as he leads the pack up the trail like a hyperactive boy scout leader.
Finally, the doors of the castle open up. The halls are full of doors, each glowing from within - some of you may recognize the names of your homes, and others may not. But going past them, there is an enormous arch that is named The Hall of the Beginning as indicated by the carvings on it. Inside is a table that will be familiar to one of the strangers. It is the table that the original 15 Titled met at the beginning of Nirn, and it's overflowing with a feast even more grandiose than the last time. All of the drinks and cuisine you've been missing for so long is here - from sugar-spiced coffee and bubble tea, delicious scones as good as an aunt's, ridiculously spicy takeout wok, popcorn, philly cheesesteaks and the most perfect star shaped peanut-butter-jelly sandwiches known to man, a big toblerone on a long silver platter, three types of ramen, beer, so many grapes, melon bread, something labeled "dead chicken" that is obviously just a regular roast chicken.... it definitely seems like there were too many cooks here, but cooks with their heart in the right place. Some other favorites of the strangers will also be among the chaos if they look hard enough, but certainly, somewhere, it was deemed that they should have a celebration feast.
But then, you are not strangers any more, are you? Everyone here is a familiar face now, and there are even more familiar faces waiting around the table. The ones who wrote the letter, 707, Halley, Maka, Alexis, and Cardia are already there coming and going, but occasionally many others will stumble through one of the many doors. People from the games who had not fallen to IT. People from home, people you love. What we have here is a nexus and a party all in one. Here, there will be as much time for goodbyes as you like - or, as the hall suggests, new beginnings.]
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Like this one, that-- appears to be typing on her laptop. From under a banquet table. If you're looking for something, she might actually scare you by piping up with the location of whatever it is you're looking for. She's been there a while but--
She's waiting for some people.]
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I'm not bothering you, am I?
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[Oh no you don't get to say that-- not after...
Futaba sucks in a breath, but her lip quivers anyway. She leans against him and sighs.]
Of course you aren't idiot. I--
[She can't hug him like this just yet but she will lean against him. There's not an ounce of anger there. She's really so, so, so very happy right now.]
...you sure kept me waiting.
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[He leans back against her without hesitation. Clearly he's better with casual contact than he used to be, maybe even a bit desperate for it at times. He definitely looks older, too, more than he should.]
I've been trying to recover from what happened. It... hasn't been easy. Some days, I wonder if I've made any significant progress at all.
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The boy talks first.]
Her hair is so long!
[Then the girl.]
And so orange!
[So, uh...that's happening.]
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[Oh hey-- puppies!! So cute... And they talk just like Mona too.
No warning, Futaba is going to grab the tiny child closest to her. You're going to be held and pet it's fine.]
Heeeello there. What's your names?
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Olive!
Rook! Pet me too!
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[Okay, okay, she'll scoop up the second pup. There's room enough for two puppies in her arms.]
Don't forget mine either-- Futaba!
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[…she's trying.
Meanwhile, from somewhere not under the table, a concerned voice.]
Olive! Rook! Where did you go?!
[…maybe a little more than concerned...]
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[It's been years! .... and he had totally forgotten how hide-y she could be. He hopes she isn't mad that her pyramid is missing - or maybe they put it back by now. He doesn't know how this world fragmenting thing will work out. So let's lead with something else.]
Do you even have internet here?
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[Futaba. Stop. No.
Actually, she will though, because she'll put it down and hop on out.]
Hey Eric.
[Give her a high five pal.]
Come on, come on! I bet you have all kinds of wild stories-- I wanna hear all about it.
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E-eh... uh, okay, how about this! I found out those items we got mantled with can come out of our bodies... a sword came out of my chest and we fought a giant evil brain. Cool, right?