PRE-OPENING, TEST RUN.

[mythologymods]

[ Olympus is dressed in its best. On banners strewn across the columns are symbols similar to coats of arms... but these are different. That is your symbol, your way of life. From your chambers, you've reached the Pantheon of the new gods. Strange people dressed in different robes greet your sight, all done up magnificently in jewels and gold, all looking similarly confused but discussing the whys, hows, getting the where am I's out of the way. A woman in white, crowned in strands of magenta jewels, speaks in a booming voice that sounds projected by ways unknown to technology. ]

Her speech, made known.

[ You've been assigned your duties in one fell swoop. The crowd raises its voices with its questions and confusion.

So amidst this, what do you do? ]

[ OOC; Since we are pushing back the date of opening, this will serve as the games pre-opening, for all accepted characters to tag and join in, AND for all interested players to tag in with a potential character, to get a feel for the game. All threads from this post are usable for samples. This is also the christening of the spam community, so you may now post memes and the like, accepted players! Thank you, and enjoy the new era. ]

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[pestilencebirther]

[She has been brought to a place against her will once more. At least this time there were no fever dreams, no waking shadows and wraiths to stalk her but all the same, she pulls up her hood, holding to close as she peers around with wide eyes.

Where was she last? A ship, she thinks. Was it before or after?]

At least it's not the Void [it is said to herself, quiet but apprehensive] is this where I'm meant to be?

[But it makes sense. It makes her want to vomit or run and hide but it makes sense. It makes too much sense.]

Followers. More to come to the dark. Creeps in the shadows, stalks your fears, feeds and spreads unchecked, cancer and plague.

[As she seemingly talks to herself she traces symbols on her left palm with her right, wondering what it is she is meant to do with followers.]

[hyperresonance]

[ He'd been casually walking down the stairs after going around Olympus several times, looking too see who hid the big "surprise, this is a joke" and where. He had no such luck.

Then-- ]

Am... I walking in on something?

[pestilencebirther]

[At the sound of another voice, her head jerks up hard and fast enough that it's just this side of hurting, her eyes wide.

Her fingers curl into fists that she presses tight to her thighs - you learn not to trust yourself when you are no longer fully in control of making decisions - her shoulders hunching in.]

No, I just...sorry, I've been on my own for too long.

[Well, not entirely alone but close enough. The monsters don't count when they can do little more than screech and groan at her.]