Ideal World Endgame

[idolpro]

Who: Beautiful dreamers
Where: The Game Tower
When: Day 271, morning

[When you wake, the folding chairs and divans from before have all been cleared away. You're lying asleep on the floor, healed of all injury.]

[You remember the events of the worlds you've visited as though visions seen in a dream -- though for those of you torn from your perfect existence, there is an ache inside you which will not fade for some days... the pain of something precious that has been lost.]

[Out beyond the windows of the tower, the sky is no longer a perfect blue; the vegetation is no longer as lush and inviting.]

[The view is of Tokyo-F, exactly as it's always been.]

[Near the far wall, there is an open book on a pedestal. The pages are empty. It is titled GUEST BOOK, and a pen waits nearby.]

GUEST BOOK | SOUVENIRS | WINNERS

Comments

[softlyfalling]

I never really thought that much about it, I guess—well, apart from that a lot of people have wildly different expectations for their gods.

[justfuckingtryit]

How so?

[softlyfalling]

Well, people from other places seem to pin a lot of hopes on theirs...

[justfuckingtryit]

But you don't?

[softlyfalling]

...well, in the religion I grew up with, mostly only the monks deal with the gods, so I'm not much of an expert or anything.

[justfuckingtryit]

Mm. That makes sense.

Were you not very religious, then?

[softlyfalling]

R...eligious?

[ what a concept ]

I mean, I'm not a priest...? Or at least I don't think I've ever been?

[justfuckingtryit]

Sometimes people pick up stories, though, or know... I don't know. Songs.

[softlyfalling]

Well, it's not as if I don't know about the Celestial Incarnae, or the local patrons where I grew up, it's just... I didn't really deal with them much?

If you really wanted to get into that sort of thing you would have had to ask my brother, though who knows where he is. Just, well—

...I mean, maybe sometime when I have a little more energy, or something.

[justfuckingtryit]

Ah - yeah.

Sorry, you must be ready to go home.

[softlyfalling]

Yeah—

...home.

[justfuckingtryit]

You okay getting back?

[softlyfalling]

I think I have a full escort lined up at this point, so I should be.

[justfuckingtryit]

All right. I'll leave you to it, then.

[softlyfalling]

I hope you get a proper rest, and, well...

...thanks.

[justfuckingtryit]

...no problem.

[And off he goes, to let her get home]