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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>Tis a fine wintery evening, but how could Edel tell? Waking up suddenly in a seat before a table in a strange place. The table before them is set with a dizzying variety of food the likes has not been since since before the world fell to pieces. Meat, veggies, fruit, deserts, fine wines and beers and juices beside. Three candles in silver holders illuminate the feast, and draped across the base of the center candle is a folded piece of paper.<br> <br>Edel rubs at her eyes and adjusts her glasses before looking over the food, and then at the room. "... Huh. I don't remember falling asleep here." Leaning forward, she scrutinizes the snackery with her nose before speaking again, this time louder. "Ah, hello? Anyone around?" She makes a quick check to make sure her limbs aren't bound to the chair, or something.<br> <br>Alas, no reply, but all limbs are free. The food tastes fresh from the oven, or wherever it came from. Steam wafts from the hot dishes while condensation collects on the cold ones. Someone went through a lot of trouble to get this all together in time, one would think.<br> <br>Edel taps her fingers together, eyes darting from side to side. "Well. Guess a taste wouldn't hurt." She skips over the beer and wine, opting for the juice, instead, while she reaches out for the folder paper with the free hand. "Sure is fancy, that's for sure," She mumbles to herself.<br> <br>Unfolding the paper, some writing is found inside, 'This world is delicious. You are all so decadent. But I feel, perhaps, you are different from the others. Would you care to discourse civilly? Do you not desire to wield what is in your pants as the others?' it asks. The juice proves to be as good as it tastes, running sweetly down the throat.<br> <br>Edel runs her fingers along the paper as she contemplates her words, finally setting it down and taking another sip of the juice, before setting it down, as well. "Well, I hope you're listening. I'd rather not feel like a weirdo talking to myself. Again." Folding her gloved hands in her lap, she sits up straight. "The world is quite different, yes. I would much prefer civil chatter over other, less savoury, things. What is in my pants should not be the concern of the general populace, if you ask me. While nanites certainly make it a challenge, I reject the notion of being a slave to my urges, so I have sought to master them, instead. That is why I do not act like many of my peers."<br> <br>A soft titter echoes from nowhere and everywhere, but silence returns, leaving Edel to enjoy their meal. When they put the paper down, or turn it, they find more writing has appeared on the back side, 'I am sure we will have much fun together. Enter when you are ready, or leave, if you would rather. The small door leads deeper, the double doors lead home.' And indeed, there are two doors on opposite ends. One is a plain wooden door with a brass knob, the other is a double set of barn doors.<br> <br>Edel looks mildly surprised and claps her hands together. "Oh, good trick! I do hope this isn't some kind of trap, though. I'd feel mighty silly blundering into it so willingly." Rising from the table, she snags one more sip of juice before shuffling towards the smaller door. "I'm putting my trust in you, now, you know!" She winks and tips her hat towards the seemingly empty air before moving to pass through the door.<br> <br>Entering the next room, Edel finds: |
| + | Light ripples through the room in an everchanging pattern of tints and textures. Soft gray walls reflect the brilliant colors of the silk scarves that hang in the doorway, softening them to a subtle background hue. Small occasional tables and curio cabinets are scattered around the room, their sculpted lines and smooth polished wood offering a contrast to the soft hammocks and swing chairs that serve as seating. Knickknacks and figurines are arranged artfully on tabletops and shelves. A pair of tapestries hang on either side of an arch that leads deeper into the Web, and a second arch leads to the weaving room.<br> <br>The previous room is gone, the door shut without remembering shutting it, though it remains, just behind edel, out of place in this new... room? The air is fresh, carrying a hint of incense, and the sound of wind chimes faintly drifts through.<br> <br>Edel inhales deeply as she steps into the room, flashing a little smile. "This is a wonderous place. I like it. Quite pretty. Though I must ask the obvious question... What did you bring me here for, anyway?" She wanders around at a casual pace, observing the various trinkets. "I assume there's some purpose beyond observing me for your amusement or something. Oh! Thank you for the food, by the way. Quite thoughtful!"<br> <br>"There's always a purpose," speaks a female voice as hands move to wrap around Edel from behind in a sudden embrace, "Hello! I'm..." she pauses, as if not sure. "What would you like to call me? Tonight, I am yours, in every way you could want it, and I will be your guide." The arms and hands are bare, human looking.<br> <br>Edel raises her brow, tensing up for a moment before relaxing again. "Well. What would you like to be called, hmn? If you've no preference, how about I just call you... Friend, for now? We are being civil, afterall!" She tries to step forward and turn around to face the one that had hugged her. "A guide would be lovely! I have little clue as to what I'm to be doing here, afterall. It is not often that I go somewhere without a clear intent, so I am at a loss, here." Gesturing around, she asks, "What is this place, for one?"<br> <br>A human from the waist up, a fox from the hips down. Female, and smiling. Her fur is a strange neon pink color, turning to vibrant dark blue at the tip of her tail and at her paw like feet. "Friend it is," she says agreeable, "Welcome. Father says you're special, and I am inclined to believe him more often than not. He also says you don't want to play like the others. Is that true, or is he playing a trick?"<br> <br>Edel eyes the woman over, but rather than letting her eyes settle on the usual spots, she seems particularly interested in the fur colourings. "Hmm. Interesting indeed," she muses to herself before looking back up to meet her companion's eyes. "Your father is correct, at least about the truth of it. Special? That's a matter of philosophy, and I'm no philosopher. I have no interest in sex or pleasures of the flesh, but I delight in good conversation. There's no need to try to tempt me, if you do not wish to. I'm not quite sure where you, personally, lie on that kind of issue." Turning back to study the trinkets, she says, "Would your father happen to be one of the... Spirits, planar beings, or whatever they are called? I've seen a number of the shrines over time, and this is beginning to feel rather similar."<br> <br>"He is..." she trails off again, "You have me stuck two times in as many minutes," she says with a soft huff, "You are definately special. He is here, and there, both places, always digging and looking for interesting things. Then he found your world, brimming with curious things. It took a long time to get a hole, but he did, and now you're here, visiting us." She gestures lightly, "You can take one, if you like, but you only get to keep one thing, so think hard. You may want to wait until later."<br> <br>Edel leans back, stroking her chin. "Ah, take one? I think I will wait, yes. I was just looking. I'm not even certain of what they do." Turning back around again, she grins. "So! This is the home of one of the spirits, huh? Fascinating. I'm honoured to be here, certainly. You have all created quite a splash in our own world, you know. There are so many things I would ask, but I do not know where I would begin..." | ||
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Tis a fine wintery evening, but how could Edel tell? Waking up suddenly in a seat before a table in a strange place. The table before them is set with a dizzying variety of food the likes has not been since since before the world fell to pieces. Meat, veggies, fruit, deserts, fine wines and beers and juices beside. Three candles in silver holders illuminate the feast, and draped across the base of the center candle is a folded piece of paper.
Edel rubs at her eyes and adjusts her glasses before looking over the food, and then at the room. "... Huh. I don't remember falling asleep here." Leaning forward, she scrutinizes the snackery with her nose before speaking again, this time louder. "Ah, hello? Anyone around?" She makes a quick check to make sure her limbs aren't bound to the chair, or something.
Alas, no reply, but all limbs are free. The food tastes fresh from the oven, or wherever it came from. Steam wafts from the hot dishes while condensation collects on the cold ones. Someone went through a lot of trouble to get this all together in time, one would think.
Edel taps her fingers together, eyes darting from side to side. "Well. Guess a taste wouldn't hurt." She skips over the beer and wine, opting for the juice, instead, while she reaches out for the folder paper with the free hand. "Sure is fancy, that's for sure," She mumbles to herself.
Unfolding the paper, some writing is found inside, 'This world is delicious. You are all so decadent. But I feel, perhaps, you are different from the others. Would you care to discourse civilly? Do you not desire to wield what is in your pants as the others?' it asks. The juice proves to be as good as it tastes, running sweetly down the throat.
Edel runs her fingers along the paper as she contemplates her words, finally setting it down and taking another sip of the juice, before setting it down, as well. "Well, I hope you're listening. I'd rather not feel like a weirdo talking to myself. Again." Folding her gloved hands in her lap, she sits up straight. "The world is quite different, yes. I would much prefer civil chatter over other, less savoury, things. What is in my pants should not be the concern of the general populace, if you ask me. While nanites certainly make it a challenge, I reject the notion of being a slave to my urges, so I have sought to master them, instead. That is why I do not act like many of my peers."
A soft titter echoes from nowhere and everywhere, but silence returns, leaving Edel to enjoy their meal. When they put the paper down, or turn it, they find more writing has appeared on the back side, 'I am sure we will have much fun together. Enter when you are ready, or leave, if you would rather. The small door leads deeper, the double doors lead home.' And indeed, there are two doors on opposite ends. One is a plain wooden door with a brass knob, the other is a double set of barn doors.
Edel looks mildly surprised and claps her hands together. "Oh, good trick! I do hope this isn't some kind of trap, though. I'd feel mighty silly blundering into it so willingly." Rising from the table, she snags one more sip of juice before shuffling towards the smaller door. "I'm putting my trust in you, now, you know!" She winks and tips her hat towards the seemingly empty air before moving to pass through the door.
Entering the next room, Edel finds:
Light ripples through the room in an everchanging pattern of tints and textures. Soft gray walls reflect the brilliant colors of the silk scarves that hang in the doorway, softening them to a subtle background hue. Small occasional tables and curio cabinets are scattered around the room, their sculpted lines and smooth polished wood offering a contrast to the soft hammocks and swing chairs that serve as seating. Knickknacks and figurines are arranged artfully on tabletops and shelves. A pair of tapestries hang on either side of an arch that leads deeper into the Web, and a second arch leads to the weaving room.
The previous room is gone, the door shut without remembering shutting it, though it remains, just behind edel, out of place in this new... room? The air is fresh, carrying a hint of incense, and the sound of wind chimes faintly drifts through.
Edel inhales deeply as she steps into the room, flashing a little smile. "This is a wonderous place. I like it. Quite pretty. Though I must ask the obvious question... What did you bring me here for, anyway?" She wanders around at a casual pace, observing the various trinkets. "I assume there's some purpose beyond observing me for your amusement or something. Oh! Thank you for the food, by the way. Quite thoughtful!"
"There's always a purpose," speaks a female voice as hands move to wrap around Edel from behind in a sudden embrace, "Hello! I'm..." she pauses, as if not sure. "What would you like to call me? Tonight, I am yours, in every way you could want it, and I will be your guide." The arms and hands are bare, human looking.
Edel raises her brow, tensing up for a moment before relaxing again. "Well. What would you like to be called, hmn? If you've no preference, how about I just call you... Friend, for now? We are being civil, afterall!" She tries to step forward and turn around to face the one that had hugged her. "A guide would be lovely! I have little clue as to what I'm to be doing here, afterall. It is not often that I go somewhere without a clear intent, so I am at a loss, here." Gesturing around, she asks, "What is this place, for one?"
A human from the waist up, a fox from the hips down. Female, and smiling. Her fur is a strange neon pink color, turning to vibrant dark blue at the tip of her tail and at her paw like feet. "Friend it is," she says agreeable, "Welcome. Father says you're special, and I am inclined to believe him more often than not. He also says you don't want to play like the others. Is that true, or is he playing a trick?"
Edel eyes the woman over, but rather than letting her eyes settle on the usual spots, she seems particularly interested in the fur colourings. "Hmm. Interesting indeed," she muses to herself before looking back up to meet her companion's eyes. "Your father is correct, at least about the truth of it. Special? That's a matter of philosophy, and I'm no philosopher. I have no interest in sex or pleasures of the flesh, but I delight in good conversation. There's no need to try to tempt me, if you do not wish to. I'm not quite sure where you, personally, lie on that kind of issue." Turning back to study the trinkets, she says, "Would your father happen to be one of the... Spirits, planar beings, or whatever they are called? I've seen a number of the shrines over time, and this is beginning to feel rather similar."
"He is..." she trails off again, "You have me stuck two times in as many minutes," she says with a soft huff, "You are definately special. He is here, and there, both places, always digging and looking for interesting things. Then he found your world, brimming with curious things. It took a long time to get a hole, but he did, and now you're here, visiting us." She gestures lightly, "You can take one, if you like, but you only get to keep one thing, so think hard. You may want to wait until later."
Edel leans back, stroking her chin. "Ah, take one? I think I will wait, yes. I was just looking. I'm not even certain of what they do." Turning back around again, she grins. "So! This is the home of one of the spirits, huh? Fascinating. I'm honoured to be here, certainly. You have all created quite a splash in our own world, you know. There are so many things I would ask, but I do not know where I would begin..."
