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aftr_stories2018-05-19 08:34 pm
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[MU] - MAY STORYTELLING
In the wake of what has occurred on Ziziphus, the Storyteller has not appeared for this night's sharing of tales. The campfire is ever-present, but a morose air hangs over the flames nonetheless.
There will be no voting this time around either. It seems the Storyteller is due for a break - and so are the rest of you.
It is time, once more, for you to tell a story. The setting will be familiar for oldcomers, and newcomers will recognize it from the introduction they received in their dreams. This too is a dream, and the ink-black dark is illuminated only by the bonfire surrounded by log seats. And seated around the fire are your fellow islanders, many of whom doubtless know the drill by now.
One by one, you will each have the opportunity to share your stories, as stories possess a certain undeniable power. Newcomers can tell whatever tale they wish, but for those who have been in LifeAftr for at least one Storytelling, only stories of their time in LifeAftr will count down the road. The story need not be long, or conventional, or even verbal; as long as the Storyteller knows it has been told, it will qualify. Those of the nonverbal persuasion have, as of a request issued by Ren (catpiper), an alternative means of telling their stories if they so choose, in the form of the Chamber of Glyphs.
If you prefer to keep your mouth shut, that's always an option, though you're more liable to benefit if you do. Perhaps you'd rather not relive any of your history, varied and variegated as it must be. Or maybe you're something of a compulsive un-truther, prone to embellishments and long, fanciful tangents. As long as the core of the story is true to its spirit, you are free to spin your tale however you like.
So choose well.
There will be no voting this time around either. It seems the Storyteller is due for a break - and so are the rest of you.
It is time, once more, for you to tell a story. The setting will be familiar for oldcomers, and newcomers will recognize it from the introduction they received in their dreams. This too is a dream, and the ink-black dark is illuminated only by the bonfire surrounded by log seats. And seated around the fire are your fellow islanders, many of whom doubtless know the drill by now.
One by one, you will each have the opportunity to share your stories, as stories possess a certain undeniable power. Newcomers can tell whatever tale they wish, but for those who have been in LifeAftr for at least one Storytelling, only stories of their time in LifeAftr will count down the road. The story need not be long, or conventional, or even verbal; as long as the Storyteller knows it has been told, it will qualify. Those of the nonverbal persuasion have, as of a request issued by Ren (
catpiper), an alternative means of telling their stories if they so choose, in the form of the Chamber of Glyphs.If you prefer to keep your mouth shut, that's always an option, though you're more liable to benefit if you do. Perhaps you'd rather not relive any of your history, varied and variegated as it must be. Or maybe you're something of a compulsive un-truther, prone to embellishments and long, fanciful tangents. As long as the core of the story is true to its spirit, you are free to spin your tale however you like.
So choose well.
Commander Shepard
Character Name: Commander Shepard
Character Journal:
Number of Offerings: 2, one of which is to be used to fund more stones of far speech for new characters!
Offering(s): Her first offering is a pretty hilarious description of the glitches she went through earlier in the month. She tells her tale with an air of incredulousness, completely baffled that that all happened to her and she's not, somehow, dead.
Her second offering is a little more somber in nature. She doesn't want to mention how Bliss died, no, but... she gently describes the lovely world that Bliss made for her. She knows that it was an attempt to kill her, all in all, and kill everyone else on the island but she admits that she hasn't felt that good in a long, long time so in one way she's grateful to Bliss for having shown her that. And quietly, she hopes that somewhere, out there, that world she saw is real. She knows it's probably not, but it doesn't hurt to dream.
When she's done with her story she looks to where the Storyteller usually sits and whispers that she's sorry for their loss.
Public/Private: The first story is public, the second is private!