Soup's on, but who's cooking it?

[greatcleavage]

[After a productive day out in the fields earning money, Roy heads back down the streets of Mac Anu, his arms laden with sacks and piled high with -- groceries. Did he really expect to eat them all by himself? Of course not -- he had guild members to feed!]

[But the fighter Edge Punisher had a faint frown on his face as he made his way carefully to the @Home...]

I hope someone can figure out some way to cook all of this...

Comments

[greatcleavage]

It should have been perfectly routine. But no, events always somehow conspired to keep me from being raised. My body got turned into a bone golem, for gods' sake!

[tank_sniper]

...A bone golem?

[greatcleavage]

Well, okay, technically just my skeleton got turned into a bone golem. By that point, there was more decay than I'm really comfortable thinking about.

[Seriously, ew.]

[tank_sniper]

...Do I even want to know how that happened?

[greatcleavage]

My girlfriend misunderstood an ad and thought the businessman in question was providing resurrections. Though apparently the ad was very misleadingly worded.

[Disbelief? No, Roy has no problems imagining how all of this came about. And he's bitter about that fact more than anything.]

[tank_sniper]

...So was it a scam or something?

[greatcleavage]

Oh no, she told me the flyer said something like, "Watch your dead body problem get up and walk out of your life!"

...which meant 'because it would be a golem'.

[tank_sniper]

What kind of place even has enough customers with dead body problems?

[greatcleavage]

[Roy just nods.] Raises some questions, doesn't it? I guess he was paying for them...

[tank_sniper]

What was your girlfriend doing in a place like that, anyway?

[greatcleavage]

Haley -- she was the rogue of our party -- accidentally summoned her there. She'd given me a little trinket that could call her if I needed her... while forgetting humans can't just randomly produce electricity from their hands.

[tank_sniper]

...How exactly do you forget something like that?

[greatcleavage]

She's a sylph. From the Elemental Plane of Air and all. They can do that.

...Maybe "was" is this verb form I should be using here.

[At that thought, Roy looks down as profound sadness crosses his face for a moment.]

[tank_sniper]

[The question comes out before she can even consider it may be a bad idea:]

Was?

[greatcleavage]

Well... here we are.

[He gestures at the city around them.]

And the other PCs didn't even make it here. Just me.

[tank_sniper]

Ah...

[Wow, she didn't even notice they'd arrived. But there's something weird about what Roy just said...]

PCs... Player characters?

[greatcleavage]

[He'd been speaking generally!]

Right, that's us.

[tank_sniper]

So... people from your world, you mean?

[She's... still not even sure how this works but...]

[greatcleavage]

Well, I assume we're all PCs here. Which raises a lot of questions, but... even so, it doesn't look like anyone else I know got the honor of a transition over.

[tank_sniper]

It could just be luck of the draw. No one I know ended up here either.

[greatcleavage]

[Roy falls silent, struck with the profound insight that he knows very little about Shinon after all. Her quiet and distant demeanor just naturally makes him assume she doesn't have many friends, and it's never occurred to him that she might have people she's missing in turn.]

You're right. I'm sorry, I was being selfish, just thinking about who I was missing.

[tank_sniper]

[She gives him a slightly puzzled expression.]

What's there to apologize for? It's better if the others aren't here anyway. It means they aren't trapped.

[greatcleavage]

But you have to be missing your friends, even given that.

[tank_sniper]

[There's a pause before she speaks.]

That's why I have to find a way out.

[greatcleavage]

Well...

I still don't agree with your perception of our situation. But that doesn't mean I won't help you look for one.