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aboveallthings[In your hand is a fidget cube, a rounded white cube accented with buttons, dials, and switches in the color of a certain Family on the ship.
Play with any of the fidget cube's six sides and you'll receive a vision. There are two problems with this:
1) some very important information seems to have been blocked out, and
2) you know, with a bone-deep certainty, that this vision isn't yours.
But if this vision isn't yours...then whose is it? Maybe the color of your cube is a clue.]
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Play with any of the fidget cube's six sides and you'll receive a vision. There are two problems with this:
1) some very important information seems to have been blocked out, and
2) you know, with a bone-deep certainty, that this vision isn't yours.
But if this vision isn't yours...then whose is it? Maybe the color of your cube is a clue.]
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ALOE
Date: 2025-11-14 10:45 pm (UTC)~
A group of about a dozen people, all in matching uniforms, is walking through a run-down building. It appears to have once been a type of laboratory based on what equipment still hasn't been destroyed. One woman speaks up and mentions that there's a suspicious-looking door around, wondering if they should check it out. One of her coworkers, a man who carries a baseball bat, scoffs and says that it's her choice, as the self-appointed class president.
The woman sighs and opens the door without acknowledging the shot at her. Inside is a massive grotesque creature- maybe once human, but with a giant tree growing through its body and out of its face. It's chained to the floor, and makes a wheezing noise as it looks at the group.
The woman immediately closes the door again.
There's a beat of silence.
One of her coworkers tells her that was a smart move, others asking what happened, and then a voice over the loudspeaker - some kind of announcer - cheerfully makes fun of them, calling the attempted retreat an impressive display of spinelessness. Yet another coworker, a small blond energetic woman carrying an enormous lance, immediately gets steamed up, demanding to go back inside to regain their honor.
Apparently embarrassed, the woman who opened the door reasons that there's probably a reason it's there and they can't just ignore it entirely. When they go back in they notice a coin hanging around the thing's neck. They've got a coin collection of their own, tied to the belt of another coworker.
They reason that they can probably retrieve the coin by beating up the monster. It's muttering to itself, talking about repenting eternally, repeating a mantra about wanting only to repent.
The coworker who has the coin collection quietly remarks that this isn't a monster. He says it's a person, one of [NAME REDACTED]'s condemned.
Before they can discuss that further the monster charges at them, and they have to fight it.