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thefoundation2019-02-09 04:39 am
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MOCK ROUND INTRO LOG
Welcome to
This game is just a trial run, but please do not think you can sleep through this. The Witch fully intends to put the system through its paces, so please put up a good fight.
The difficulty level depends on you. Think deeply on your moves during this short play time.
You wake with a start - even if you don't remember falling asleep in the first place - and find yourself standing on the dock of what looks like an island. There's a noise behind you - and if you turn to look, you'll see a plain white boat taking off and leaving you all behind, not stopping for a second if you try to flag them down or scream at them.
It doesn't look like you can swim to shore, either - there's nothing but sea in all directions, and something tells you trying to swim out will end up badly. However, a small dip, if you were so inclined, would be fine. It's not like the weather is bad for it - it feels like it's summer, despite whatever it was when you laid eyes on the envelope.
...Speaking of, Every last one of you have an envelope in your hands, with a gold letter 'L' on it. It's the same letter you were reading before you 'woke' up here, after all. More than that, those of you who had supernatural or magical abilities will feel...strange, as if your abilities are being forcibly blocked. Try as you might, you just can't use them - though all of your physical abilities are intact, of course.
If you decide to head up the path, you'll find Goat....men? waiting for you near the doors to the mansion. Despite their bright red eyes, they merely bow politely and wordlessly bring you into the mansion, showing you your rooms and then stating that they will prepare food for you or anything else you should need whenever you want, in surprisingly deep voices.
As they leave, you can't help but wonder...
What did you just get yourself into?
Mock Round Calendar!
The taken page still requires a little coding, but it should be done by sometime today.
Thank you for your patience!
It doesn't look like you can swim to shore, either - there's nothing but sea in all directions, and something tells you trying to swim out will end up badly. However, a small dip, if you were so inclined, would be fine. It's not like the weather is bad for it - it feels like it's summer, despite whatever it was when you laid eyes on the envelope.
...Speaking of, Every last one of you have an envelope in your hands, with a gold letter 'L' on it. It's the same letter you were reading before you 'woke' up here, after all. More than that, those of you who had supernatural or magical abilities will feel...strange, as if your abilities are being forcibly blocked. Try as you might, you just can't use them - though all of your physical abilities are intact, of course.
If you decide to head up the path, you'll find Goat....men? waiting for you near the doors to the mansion. Despite their bright red eyes, they merely bow politely and wordlessly bring you into the mansion, showing you your rooms and then stating that they will prepare food for you or anything else you should need whenever you want, in surprisingly deep voices.
As they leave, you can't help but wonder...
What did you just get yourself into?
Mock Round Calendar!
The taken page still requires a little coding, but it should be done by sometime today.
Thank you for your patience!
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[She might have a bit of a skewed notion of sinister, considering: post-apocalyptic robot hell Earth. But all the same, she's seen enough strange people and robots that she wouldn't be surprised if the game part was played straight.
So to speak.
Asuma gets a curious look.]
Are you good at negotiation?
[He does have the babyface going... Not that she can talk, but anyway.]
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[That gets him to pause a bit, thinking it over. And then, finally:]
Mm, no, not really. Actually, negotiation is probably one of my weakpoints.
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[That's not meant negatively, really.
She's seen the power of puppy eyes and a squishy face, it's very potent. Not sure how much it would help him here, but that's encouraging at least, right.]
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[Ahahaha...]
Hopefully we have other negotiators.
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[Her main skill, as with all robots, is a lot more pragmatic.
Mostly.]
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[If one were to put it euphemistically. A bit too literally.
Well, she already gave him a taste of what sort of a world it was. The rest is up to his imagination. She's very much a small-picture sort of person, perhaps.]
Those should be the most important ones.
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[Just. Especially so if the world is dying, probably.]
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[She's quiet for a moment, as though in thought -- or as though recalling something.]
Still, I don't like to be away too much.
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[And he smiles, a bit wistful.]
There's nothing really important waiting for me at school. Well, besides classes I guess, but I can always make those up.
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[Since he doesn't know she's a robot at this point, the iron-y just turns into an origami crane with legs and does a tapdance off the table.]
No matter who or what you are, whether or not you have purpose, that purpose may become clear in time. Or it can change completely, even when you believe you've easily found it.
That is the world. Even here.
[Maybe especially here.]
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Her words stop him in his tracks, and his eyes go wide for a full moment before he smooths it over with a smile again.]
...Those are some very wise words, miss!
[Though it's still hard to say if he'll be able to follow them.]
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He's young, and human, and more prone to change than most. But on the flip side, he's still only human.]
They are just little things you learn, once you've lived a certain amount of time.
[Yes, because she's clearly a zillion years older than him. Super well-preserved(?).]
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Would it... be rude of me to ask how long that "certain amount of time" would be?
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[She seems to give it a good amount of thought, but she doesn’t seem offended.
It’s just that lived experience can mean all manner of things. That and it’s cruel and unusual to force me to try to come up with numbers in this series.]
Perhaps three or four generations of people.
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[Wait. But she doesn't look nearly that old...]
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[She seems just faintly amused.
She should help him out, really, but it's been a while since she saw a human with that expression.]
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You look very young?
[That's one way to put it.]
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[...]
Are you magic users?