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second verse, same as the first
It's been nagging at you for a while now, hasn't it?
For the last couple of weeks, you've been feeling like something isn't quite wrapped up. Like you need to go back and take care of it - but back to where, and what is it, exactly? Is it your homeland, if you've ended up somewhere new after all is said and done? Or is it whatever place you ended up in temporarily for those horrible, traumatic weeks? Regardless of where, or how long ago it was, you know deep in your bones: it isn't over after all.
It starts as a feeling, perhaps. And then you find your thoughts wandering to the time you spent away from your worlds, to the people you met there, and to the people you left behind once it was time to part ways. Those wandering thoughts turn into vivid dreams, memories of the time you spent fighting for your lives that play on repeat each time you try to close your eyes and go to sleep.
And then, suddenly - when you wake - you find yourself in the lounge of a small apartment complex, a keyring with two keys on it on your person; one that looks like it's for a door and one that looks like it's for a mailbox. Instinctively, you know: this is your home, for now. It's where you can stay as you sort out what needs to be done.
After all, you've got unfinished business. You wouldn't be here if you didn't.
For the last couple of weeks, you've been feeling like something isn't quite wrapped up. Like you need to go back and take care of it - but back to where, and what is it, exactly? Is it your homeland, if you've ended up somewhere new after all is said and done? Or is it whatever place you ended up in temporarily for those horrible, traumatic weeks? Regardless of where, or how long ago it was, you know deep in your bones: it isn't over after all.
It starts as a feeling, perhaps. And then you find your thoughts wandering to the time you spent away from your worlds, to the people you met there, and to the people you left behind once it was time to part ways. Those wandering thoughts turn into vivid dreams, memories of the time you spent fighting for your lives that play on repeat each time you try to close your eyes and go to sleep.
And then, suddenly - when you wake - you find yourself in the lounge of a small apartment complex, a keyring with two keys on it on your person; one that looks like it's for a door and one that looks like it's for a mailbox. Instinctively, you know: this is your home, for now. It's where you can stay as you sort out what needs to be done.
After all, you've got unfinished business. You wouldn't be here if you didn't.
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Week 0: Dreadmoor Apartments
Weekend 0, Friday
she misses weyard desperately, and wishes she could return - but as part of the new world's pantheon, she is bound to it, and she can't go back. to be honest, she had thought she wouldn't be able to leave that world at all, but as she awakens in the lounge...
well, she realizes quickly that isn't the case.
this is something new. something unexpected, someplace unfamiliar, and she doesn't think it's one of the other gods playing a trick on her, either. instead, her heart sinks a little as she takes in the other unfamiliar faces waking up around her, because she's seen this before, just not from this perspective.
it can't be... can it?
looking around the lounge, and coming across the tenant directory, tells her that it is. it is, functionally, the same thing as the engravings on the base of the statues of the participants of her game in the temple, and so she shuts it with a disgusted-souding huff and tosses it back on the coffee table.]
...you've got to be kidding me.
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