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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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That sure is a lot of hesitance in his voice. Well, he supposes it's a normal reaction to be unsure if 'the serial killer I know would like you' is actually a compliment. He should just breeze over that as smoothly as he can manage.]
Yeah, sure. Read whatever books you want over there. She's got plenty of them, after all.
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[The soft words give way to an even softer smile.]
It's been a long time since I was able to even think about having things for myself like that. Thank you, Eric. For always going out of your way, everything.
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C'mon, you don't have to thank me that much.
[But that's only because of how much he went through before this point, isn't it? It all meant a great deal... and he was pretty scared of him before... but he really feels that he cares about him now. He hopes he keeps smiling like that. It moves him a bit, but he's not going to be spontaneous about this when there's a cat on him.]
How about a hug instead?
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...then I should get out of this bulky chair.
[Hiyori looks down at his feet first, and brings down his two hands to guide #7's path; she moves straight forward for a bit, until she ends up in a loop around the legs of the adjacent chair. Hiyori stands up, then, his overcoat falling straight around his limbs.]
Come at me?
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There you go... [Eric's hands are flat against his back now, encircling his arms as it'd probably push them too close together if the shorter man were to reach over his shoulder. He'll still hold pretty tight with his arms. Hiyori is made of muscle, so he wants to make sure he feels it regardless. Probably a bit silly, but oh well. Eric gives good hugs, shut up.]
How's that?
['Feel better' is probably a ... tall order for a simple hug, but you know. Hopefully he likes this.]
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This is... Nice. Really nice.
[He doesn't have any information streaming in about trajectories of incoming attacks. Just this feeling of Eric's reassurance. So much, that his grip lightens - Eric could break away easily, but he's good at this, he can decide when to stop.]
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[Well, honestly Hiyori's hand placement seems a bit stiff, or like he's trying to squish him. This is a more robotic hug than the kind he gets from an actual robot. But eh... he'll figure it out. Eric can still sense his genuine gratitude, so it's nice regardless. His sympathy is only growing though so he winds up gripping the wool a bit in his hand closer to the shoulder. Since he likes it so much, he will linger just a moment longer before he takes the lessening touch as a hint to release him. With the action substituting for the words, it still feels to him like everything important has been said. He'll just pat him on the shoulder with the hand he just took off him and then finally take a step back.]
Well... You'll know where to find me, Hiyori.