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[ she reads it over. ] I'm kind of getting the same sort of vibes. Like, hm, [ she's going to do a quick search on helloogle. ] it might be a good idea to dig into the author, er, poet, Atwood, because apparently it's a pretext for her [ clears her throat. ] reflecting on the human body as a hybrid of material existence and immaterial consciousness.

[ hums, thoughtful, ] so if we consider everything, then, like, Heaven isn't technically supposed to be in Hell, so it's kind of the hybrid in this case, since it's not fully here. I wouldn't doubt that it's a way to get to the Angel. I wonder if that stupid cube guard *thing* is part of the equation.

[Thinking that over for a beat or two]

...you think?

I'm not 100% sure, but, like, ...maybe there's more to explore up there and that *thing* is hiding something. It's worth at least looking into.

Yeah... yeah. Could be.

Thanks, dude. I guess we gotta come at it from all angles.

It's definitely going to help being creative. Besides, uh, reciting a poem at you, did they help any?

They said more stuff, but it was real hard to make sense of it.

[He flips forward a page in his notebook and hands it over]

This was everything I could remember, word for word. The mushrooms spelled stuff out, too. That I got pics of.

[ what the fuck am i reading right now. she just stares at it, reading it over and over like it'll magically make sense. ]

This is making my head hurt. [ she laughs. ] I'm not even sure what this is trying to say. [ squints. ] And they did it with... mushrooms? [ blinks. ] Lemme see the pics, that actually sounds neat to look at, if nothing else.

They didn't hurt you, did they?

[He hesitates - offers up his phone and fiddles with it for a second to bring up the gallery]

It's the next two.

[The next two pictures show the interior of a decaying hotel, bubble-chic French Baroque architecture salt stained and half covered in vines and ferns and established greenery. Its sprawling beach patio opens straight to the sand and beyond that the ocean, though the promenade of graceful statues are now crumbling, and rather than cafe tables or lounge chairs, only moss and bioluminescent mushrooms venture over the once ornately tiled floor.]

[On the floor, the mushrooms have spread a little more in each image, mycelia sending out filaments that weave together to form words]

[In the first picture:
—o͡f͜ ą ̢mon̸s̕tru̷ct҉ arca̧d͜ias ͟t̕o r͟evel͠at͘įǫn wa̧s ͘to ͟forge͝t m̢y̢se̴lf̴:͘ w͝ashed̀-̢o̴ut,̶
c̡ol͜d, ͢p̶o͠n̨d̡w̕eèd҉ ta̛ng͟l̨ed in ͏t́he͝ me̛mb̀er҉ wer҉e ̀s̨ha͜l͟l ͡còm͝e ͢to ̸r̷eve͞l͡,̵ iǹ fl͡o͟w͝e̡re͢d͢ éxit ͡w҉ou͢n̡ds—
T҉h̛a̛t wh̵i҉ćh͝ ̡sh̡all̶ ̨be ́wr̛i͘t̴e̡
͏ ͘ ́ ͢ ͘ ̧ ͘ ̛ ͡ ͞ ̡ ̕dest҉inies ̴a̴ro̷u̡nd̀ ̨wit̵h à
leth͠a̸l̷ ̸b̀egging,̧ ͞a ̸th͘ou̢şed and ͡càp̢t̴ưr͟ed͝, t́h͞at wheth͟er i̵t ìs̀ n͏o͝t̨
f̵o̢rgív̶e̛n...]

[And in the second:
her͞e, ̡ever͞y͡ ͜v̛i̧ne͘ ͢& ͟root͏ de̕mands ̨bl̸oo̡d͘ ̷–̛ ̵ ͜ ̡ ̡͘
͠ ͏ ̷ h͟eré,͡ ̧év̴eŕy l̨i͏fe͞ i͘s͢ ̴biŕthed ͡f҉r̢om hơlloẃ ̡a͟b͟s̢enc͞e ̧–̴
̀Be̢twe͜e͜n th͟e ͝rib̶ca̷g̛e͏ ͏tur̷ned ͞vi̵n̨e͠ riv̀u͘let, ͞survived
͟ ̕ ͟ ͝ ̴ ͜ b͏ef̛o̸r͜e̷ you̶ ͡s͜lidé ҉down ̸i͘n͏t̴o your ̡fin̕g͠ers.͏ ͠I̡ ̶h̀ave ͘s҉e̴en̴ t̀h͠ȩ m͡e͜m̕b̕ra̢n͠es of ͏d́įs̛eas̵e͟
̕clos͘e ̶ov̨e̛r̸ y͞o̢ur ͏hèa̴d,̷ ánd his͜tor͠y̕
óccur̨s̛ ͠to͢ y͞o͞u̢r bod̨y̕ a͟s͏ a ̴f̕a҉l͝l҉i̵ng ͞i̸nto̶ ͢h̛ot ̷m̴ud]

Is this, like, their dominion or something? [ squints. ] It's kind of neat, NGL, if you're totes into that mushroom stuff. [ reads over the messages and, oh, h- hm. ] Is it from something or is it just a bunch of nonsense they made up on the spot? Second verse is kind of, ah, dark. Did you get a picture of them? I kind of want to see what this dude or dudette looks like. But overall it kind of seems like a real weird encounter.

Edited 2021-07-08 17:22 (UTC)

I mean... some of it ended up being part of that one poem. S'like they could only speak in poetry, but it was all jumbled up in pieces or something.

Didn't get a pic of her after she formed, but the mushrooms kinda like... came together to make a big mushroom person.

...sounds, uh, strange. And talking in nothing but poems and junk is a pain in the ass, but definitely not unheard of. Do we know what faction it's from?

Not a clue.

Maybe neither? There's a whole 'nother prince of hell that deals with disease and stuff, and she did a whole lot of talking about that, so.

...oh. I guess we really don't know much about the players outside of Amso and Pyth, huh?

Amso?

Asmodeus.

Man, I ain't heard that nickname yet.

...but yeah. I guess there's those two and then whoever's heading up the tech, and then... this mushroom, maybe? If she's on her own.

I know NaFunAi and her boss. Like, ok, not intimately, but that's kind of how I helped fix the city following the demon blob goo monsters. I managed to reach out to them.

But I think the tech people are just those that deal with the Production itself and making sure shit runs smoothly.

Is NaFunAi's boss the one girl who swears a bunch, who lives in the game tower?

Yeah that's her. [ laughs. ]

So you don't thinks she's like - tied to some other faction?

I don't really think Asmo and Pyth care about the city, itself, just us idols... meanwhile she seems to only care about the city.

Yeah... s'kinda why I figured she ain't with them.

I guess you've spoken to her too?

Yeah... way back when, when people started getting the grey plague the first time, me and Nem went to go talk to her.

We used the city falling apart as leverage to get some info out of her. This place is a big deal to her, I guess.

I think it's like her baby. She was definitely pissed about all the damages done following the goop monsters or whatever even though I told her that wasn't really our fault.

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