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Prompt 1: Arrival
Your first "day" Vernos Bay - at least, you assume it's daytime. The people are all out and going about their business, walking dogs, driving cars, operating their shops. There's no sunlight, however. No wind, no weather at all. Just this weird twilight, and you, a confused stranger who has no idea where they are or how they got here. Better find someone to help you get acclimated, and fast; people are starting to stare.

Prompt 2: Festivus for the Rest of Us
A festival seems to have broken out in the streets in honor of one of the gods. As the day wears on, things become rowdier and more jubilant. Join in the fun or hide from the carousing multitudes.

Prompt 3: Choose your own adventure!
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Ryan is less perplexed than mildly vexed.

He has things to do back in Los Santos, after all, heists to plan, people to kill...basically, this is really rustling his jimmies.

Normally he looks like the modern Grim goddamn Reaper, but right now, he's just a man with skull face paint, long blond hair tied back in a man-bun, and an assault rifle strapped to his back. (Hey, at least his skull mask isn't on.) And underneath the face paint, he looks extremely annoyed.

"Is there an airport around here I can steal a plane from?" he mumbles to himself, used to thinking out loud. But there's nobody on the other end of his earpiece, no mission support - just dead air.

He doesn't like that.

"Fool."

The insult is offered in passing by a girl who looks to be around 17, school uniform and all.

He's not quite sure he heard that right, because - come on - who calls the Vagabond a fool? Aside from people in the crew, but, well...they've got their own reasons for joshing around.

"Sorry?" he says to the girl, his voice entirely pleasant.

The girl standing in the middle of a shopping area hasn't moved since her arrival, but her face and nice white dress are both smeared with dried mud. She stares around her with an expression of mixed confusion and curiosity. On the one hand, she can't be away from Hyrule castle for any length of time, but on the other hand... there seems to be a great deal of fascinating technology here for her to marvel at. But more importantly...

"How in the name of the goddess Hylia did I come to be in such a place?"

"I said you are a fool," she supplies helpfully with no emotion in her voice. She doesn't even bother to look at him, choosing instead to examine their surroundings.

"To ask such foolish questions."

"And why do you say that?" he asks, still perfectly pleasant. "Have you seen an airport?"

He might be a few marbles short of a whole set, but he's not stupid. Someone who isn't even visibly unnerved by him is...interesting.

"Do you truly believe it will be so easy to leave this place we were brought to against our will?"

If she arrived here as Aya, which she did, then the force that brought them was beyond Ceres' not inconsiderable power. That doesn't bode well.

"It's worth a shot," he says. After all, they can't be trapped, right? He's done the impossible before. He is the impossible. So surely getting out of this place can't be too difficult.

"What else would we do, just stay here and not even try?" That would be boring. Bad things happen when Ryan is bored.

It never fails to annoy Nikas that he has to pray over his patients whenever they require healing. Although he had sworn off the very idea of taking up a position of godhood in this god-forsaken city, he was beginning to very strongly consider challenging the reigning deity of healing and medicine.

Praying. Over an injured person, for whom time was precious. The nerve.

He lays a hand on the forehead of the individual and raises the other in supplication, his eyes windows of suffering and frustration. "O, mighty God of Healing, grant us your benevolent mercy, that this poor soul might recover from their concussion. Send your power through me, your instrument. This is so fucking absurd."

"Unimaginative."

She takes a step forward and into the air. From a higher vantage point she might get a better understanding of where she is. That she's leaving the guy with the face paint behind doesn't bother her in the least.

[ No spoilers at this level; cannot guarantee same for subsequent comments. Let me know if you don't want spoilers. ]

Dom's been having a spectacularly shitty week. Being suddenly displaced into this weird city actually feels almost pleasant by comparison to the unspeakable shit-show that her life has now become.

She's on the steps of what looks like a cross between a cathedral and the Lincoln Memorial, which is all the creepier for looking like it hasn't been used in years. People hurry by, going about their business, and seem to be averting their gaze from the building. She looks up and notices that hanging over the entrance of the building are a pair of scales. She can't tell if they're functioning, or if they've been sculpted to look broken or askew on purpose.

"The fuck?" she says out loud.

Ryan starts to chuckle darkly, because if she's calling him unimaginative, she clearly doesn't know who she's talking to. But when she rises into the air, he doesn't gasp or gape or any such thing - merely observes.

"How's the view?" he asks, as though this is perfectly normal.

She simply floats for a time, watching the horizon. Then she comes back and touches lightly to the ground.

"Odd. Nothing past the city limits appears to be real." It looks like there's a world out there, but there isn't.

That makes him smile, just a little. "Odd time to be thinking about ontology as it applies to our current situation, isn't it?" He knows the feeling - sometimes he thinks that Los Santos is all there is. "Though the nature of reality itself is a tricky thing. How do I know you're real?"

"I don't think that's a traditional ending to a prayer," Valdis commented, watching from a few feet away, "I wouldn't consider their soul 'poor' either, but whatever works I guess."

She crossed her arms and leaned back against the wall, a smirk on her face as she watched the man.

"I'm sorry, please continue with your attempts at prayer....because words are so useful when it comes to physical trauma."

His reply at first was nothing more or less than a sigh, not in annoyance but agreement: this woman was saying nothing he didn't already know. It wasn't until he had set to work cleaning and bandaging the wound that he deigned to offer an explanation, however.

"It has been a very long time since I believed in gods - and even in this case, I have no choice." Nikas' voice was patient, and when he managed a glance up at her, his smile was grim. "The one who has taken the throne as the Most Benevolent and Mighty God of Healing has seen to it that no one will heal without a token offering of prayer. Modern medicine can not erase the whims of that..."

He paused, clearly meaning to call the Most Benevolent and Mighty God of Healing something crude. Instead, he finished lamely, "Individual."

"Jerk."

This world might be worse than her own when it came to deities, luckily this place seemed primed for mischief and such things were right up her alley. Her gaze moved from doctor to the patient and back again.

"So, this God of Healing," she began, "Any idea who he is?"

"Oh, yes." He sat back on his heels, eying his handiwork. The patient likely wouldn't come around for a few moments, and that left Nikas sitting and waiting for that joyous moment. Several streets over, he could hear the sounds of revelry from whatever holiday happened to be celebrated today.

There was no shortage of thrones, no shortage of debauched mortals who wanted to elevate themselves to godhood, and thus no shortage of bacchanals.

"I don't know his name, of course; I arrived after he staged his coup on that throne, shed his identity, and took up the mantle of..." A gesture of his hand indicated that Nikas had no intention of repeating the moniker again. "He is indeed a jerk. A petty one, at that."

Planting his hands on his thighs, he pushed himself to his feet and began to brush dirt from his trousers. He kept half an eye on the woman simply to show she had his attention. "May I assume you're new?"

Alida loves a party. Back home, it would be her Grandmother holding court, with her mother and aunts all getting together to cook. Her father and uncles would be on child duty, gossiping just as much as the women. Her brothers would round up the other teenagers for a game of some sort, while the younger children brought out the board games.

This place is nothing like that. She sees the Spirits of the dead and watches them interact with their surroundings, without the living knowing who they are or that they're there.

The Goddess of Death probably shouldn't be wearing a bright red skirt and white peasant blouse, but who said Death was all about doom and gloom?

Laughing as a child offers her a flower, Alida tucks it in her hair and then dances in a circle with the little one, taking her hands, and spinning in a circle until both of them are breathless.

Music plays in the street. There are vendors offering food and trinkets. She practically skips through the crowd, humming to herself. She wonders what today will bring.

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Valdis turned her head aside, listening to the noise for a moment, picking out individual voices, before letting the sounds mix together and fade into the background.

"So you can literally become a god simply by stealing the title?" She rolled her eyes, "That's inviting all sorts of trouble."

Valdis pushed off the wall and offered a hand to the man, "You can. My name is Valdis."

"Ariston Nikas." He reached over the man on the ground to lightly grasp her hand - the way a man does when he has, for a very long time, politely kissed a woman's hand, and then found himself propelled into an age where everyone shakes, regardless of gender. The adjustment has been made, but caution is still evident in the action.

"And thankfully, it isn't as simple as stealing the title. It requires deposing the previous god and assuming his or her throne. And, of course, convincing the priests to accept your claim, though that isn't as hard as it should be. They're particularly malleable people."

That troubled him; most of the people in Vernos Bay seemed just a little too happy about having a multitude of gods, many of whom were of questionable moral fiber.

Valdis arched a brow, noting the delicacy of the grasp, "It's a pleasure."

Her gaze dropped to the man on the ground, wondering if the God of death was going to turn up or if this sleeze of a Medical God was going to do his thing.

"I'll bet the previous God or Goddess of Healing didn't appreciate being deposed."

But wasn't that part of the fun of it all?

"I take it you aren't from around here originally either?"

[ Spoilers are okay by me, I wouldn't know them to be spoilers anyway. ]

"So, you're new here, huh?" A lovely looking woman settles on the steps next to Dom and leans back against them, stretching out. Her jeans look designer, her shirt is probably silk (it is) and she's got a little flame pin on her lapel.

She looks back over her shoulder and grimaces. Not the place she'd like to be. She studies the other woman. "I'm Devika, Goddess of Hearth and Home." She keeps the homefires literally burning. "And you are?"

"Dominique DiPierro," Dom replies, finding herself weirdly distracted from the attractive stranger. She keeps looking up at the building (it reminds her suddenly of a courthouse, or maybe the Old Bailey in London), feeling drawn to it despite the creepiness. She forces herself to look at Devika and blinks, suddenly registering—

"Sorry, uh—did you say goddess?"

She smiles, bright and happy, warm and welcoming. "That I did. I fought hard for the Communication and Technology one, but I got beat out." She shrugs, a little indifferent. "Anyway, you got dumped here, huh? Not the best introduction to the place." Her accent is definitely British.

"Shall we go in? I don't think I've been in this one yet." She pushes herself up. "You do want to go in right?"

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