[ Say you're the god who's assigned to be interviewed right after Apollo, or a shinki looking for your god who's ended up outside the god interview room. Do you get the jitters before one-on-one sessions? Or are you chomping at the bit to say your piece?
It doesn't matter. Your time comes, and goes. And the door doesn't open. The entire schedule is now completely thrown off, because someone is taking an extremely long time.
Finally, a crack shows in the door. As light streams forth, so too does a voice. ]
....wish to see the Far Shore healed of all ills, don't miss my show.
[ A god with perfect posture then leaves with her eyes closed and her nose tilted at an arrogant angle, walking calmly down the hall as the very picture of affronted composure. She is followed shortly by a small purple stuffed goat toy on a wheeled platform, balancing a tea table atop itself - complete with teacup. After that first goat, an entire throne can be seen moving down the hall at a snail's pace, pushed by more goats, doing their very best.
Hopefully you didn't get up, or are standing in the way. ]
[ WILDCARD FOR ALL NEW ARRIVALS ]
[ If today is your first day in the Far Shore, at some point during the day, a silver platter with a wax-sealed envelope atop it will roll towards you. This platter is being supported by a small purple robot goat, trundling along the ground with the platter suspended from the wheeled base it's using to move about.
The goat will stop expectantly just short of you. This envelope is for you! Just for you!
Inside is a ticket to the premiere of a movie called , along with a small calling card. The card reads: ]
Your timing is perfect.
Revolution is nigh.
[ The card is signed with a tiny crown-and-laurels emblem. Then it lists a URL, for everyone's illumination.
If it's possible for a stuffed animal to look excited, this goat does. Everyone is invited to Maa-ster's movie! It's going to be maa-jestic. ]
[ Rest and Refreshments I ]
[ Hibiki had been interested in the old gods' stories of their own glory, at first. After all, those born divine are noteworthy, and information about them may become relevant in her Paradise.
But as the evening wears on, the stories grow less expertly-told, and Hibiki's patience begins to fray. Sliding down in her throne, she balances her forehead on a fingertip, massaging it. Her free hand swirls a glass of red wine with expert grace. ]
Such a shabby display of one-upmanship. Not a single tale deserving of the name "performance".....
[ Really, it's discouraging. Not the sort of company one would want for one's opening act at all. And yet.
The longer the night goes on, and the more the old gods talk, the more spygoats return from their rounds and cluster around Hibiki. Their camera eyes are all fixed on her expectantly. Maa-ster! Maa-ster! Maa-ster!
Hibiki glances over. Hibiki checks her tablet. Hibiki starts when all the feeds are of...herself. ]
Me?
[ The goats continue to stare in anticipation at Maa-ster. And not because she's drinking underage. ]
[ Rest and Refreshments II ]
[ An old god has actually opened his mouth to speak when a deep and authoritative voice rings out from the back of the room. ]
This campfire posturing has gone on long enough.
[ All the lights in the hall go out at once. Tiny spotlights appear, shining down on purple goat robots bearing golden baskets of already-lit purple glowsticks. Methodically, they make their way through the crowd, ensuring everyone has received this necessary prop.
And still that voice comes, from everywhere and nowhere now. ]
What is a star? What is an idol - what is a GOD? Only one deity can teach you all that.
Now, raise the curtains! Fix your gaze upon the future, not the past. The most excellent and hot off the presses God of Fortune, Apollo, shall show you the Prism Road to a glorious tomorrow!
[ Everyone has a glowstick now. The spotlights vanish: the goats' business is done. ]
The only deeds you need remember - are MINE!!
[ LIGHTS UP. An entire stage has seemingly been constructed, right here - in fact, the meeting hall no longer looks like a meeting hall, but instead a concert venue. This illusionist is nothing if not thorough.
mostly ota ♔ one locked to new people ♔ i'm so sorry, new people
[ Say you're the god who's assigned to be interviewed right after Apollo, or a shinki looking for your god who's ended up outside the god interview room. Do you get the jitters before one-on-one sessions? Or are you chomping at the bit to say your piece?
It doesn't matter. Your time comes, and goes. And the door doesn't open. The entire schedule is now completely thrown off, because someone is taking an extremely long time.
Finally, a crack shows in the door. As light streams forth, so too does a voice. ]
[ A god with perfect posture then leaves with her eyes closed and her nose tilted at an arrogant angle, walking calmly down the hall as the very picture of affronted composure. She is followed shortly by a small purple stuffed goat toy on a wheeled platform, balancing a tea table atop itself - complete with teacup. After that first goat, an entire throne can be seen moving down the hall at a snail's pace, pushed by more goats, doing their very best.
Hopefully you didn't get up, or are standing in the way. ]
[ WILDCARD FOR ALL NEW ARRIVALS ]
[ If today is your first day in the Far Shore, at some point during the day, a silver platter with a wax-sealed envelope atop it will roll towards you. This platter is being supported by a small purple robot goat, trundling along the ground with the platter suspended from the wheeled base it's using to move about.
The goat will stop expectantly just short of you. This envelope is for you! Just for you!
Inside is a ticket to the premiere of a movie called
Your timing is perfect.
Revolution is nigh.
[ The card is signed with a tiny crown-and-laurels emblem. Then it lists a URL, for everyone's illumination.
If it's possible for a stuffed animal to look excited, this goat does. Everyone is invited to Maa-ster's movie! It's going to be maa-jestic. ]
[ Rest and Refreshments I ]
[ Hibiki had been interested in the old gods' stories of their own glory, at first. After all, those born divine are noteworthy, and information about them may become relevant in her Paradise.
But as the evening wears on, the stories grow less expertly-told, and Hibiki's patience begins to fray. Sliding down in her throne, she balances her forehead on a fingertip, massaging it. Her free hand swirls a glass of red wine with expert grace. ]
Such a shabby display of one-upmanship. Not a single tale deserving of the name "performance".....
[ Really, it's discouraging. Not the sort of company one would want for one's opening act at all. And yet.
The longer the night goes on, and the more the old gods talk, the more spygoats return from their rounds and cluster around Hibiki. Their camera eyes are all fixed on her expectantly. Maa-ster! Maa-ster! Maa-ster!
Hibiki glances over. Hibiki checks her tablet. Hibiki starts when all the feeds are of...herself. ]
[ The goats continue to stare in anticipation at Maa-ster. And not because she's drinking underage. ]
[ Rest and Refreshments II ]
[ An old god has actually opened his mouth to speak when a deep and authoritative voice rings out from the back of the room. ]
This campfire posturing has gone on long enough.
[ All the lights in the hall go out at once. Tiny spotlights appear, shining down on purple goat robots bearing golden baskets of already-lit purple glowsticks. Methodically, they make their way through the crowd, ensuring everyone has received this necessary prop.
And still that voice comes, from everywhere and nowhere now. ]
What is a star? What is an idol - what is a GOD? Only one deity can teach you all that.
Now, raise the curtains! Fix your gaze upon the future, not the past. The most excellent and hot off the presses God of Fortune, Apollo, shall show you the Prism Road to a glorious tomorrow!
[ Everyone has a glowstick now. The spotlights vanish: the goats' business is done. ]
[ LIGHTS UP. An entire stage has seemingly been constructed, right here - in fact, the meeting hall no longer looks like a meeting hall, but instead a concert venue. This illusionist is nothing if not thorough.
And her grand stage has already begun. ]