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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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And I am so glad that you'll be there to watch them grow up and conquer us all.
[Sorry kids, but Proto's gotta stop delivering scritches for a bit so he can accept King's help in getting up.]
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[His smile widens a bit more at the second comment.]
Same here. I wouldn’t want to be without them, or vice versa.
[The puppies let out ’Awwww’s when Proto stops petting, but they relinquish and get off of him as King helps him up, a surprising amount of strength behind that arm.]
Now, do you want the scarf back first, or the other thing that might be yours?
[Hm? What’s that?]
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[Proto is quietly impressed at King's strength as he gets back up. And then he goes and piques Proto's curiosity.]
Other thing?
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After helping Proto up, he digs into a pocket, still wearing pants despite the puppies lacking any clothing.]
I’ll admit, just thought it might be yours, since it’s more of a tech thing than most of what the others deal with, but...
[He pulls the paw out, to reveal a computer chip, before offering it as well as the scarf.]
It’s probably good to check, right?
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Sure, what is--
[Oh. King is returning what's essentially been a missing piece of Proto's body. It's nowhere near as impactful as Atsushi's situation, but it means more to Proto than King probably realizes.]
...Yeah. Yeah, that's mine. It allows my buster cannon to function.
[He'd try inserting it now and checking whether or not it works, but he won't inflict the sight of him casually opening up his arm and fiddling with his internal parts on King.]
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The puppies watch-Olive confused and Rook smiling again-as King puts the chip with the scarf, lightly wraps it up (don't need to make it complicated after all) and offers it to Proto.]
Well, I'm glad I could get two things back to you again.