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foundationmods) wrote2019-05-12 03:00 pm
foundationmods) wrote2019-05-12 03:00 pm
TEA PARTY
The sound of happy laughter, chatter and applause filled the room.
The game had just ended, and the participants were talking to each other about their actions with their pieces during it.
Indeed, they revealed hidden motives and secret conversations, laughed about moments during the game, and eagerly talked about what ifs.🗈
The game had just ended, and the participants were talking to each other about their actions with their pieces during it.
Indeed, they revealed hidden motives and secret conversations, laughed about moments during the game, and eagerly talked about what ifs.🗈
Anyone looking in would have smiled at such a happy time, in that place.
And while they chatted, and laughed, and wove fragments of stories to play with each other at a later date, the two hosts quietly made their exit.
Leaving behind that space, they went to one that was only meant for them.
A privilege bestowed on those that created Gameboards, to allow them to talk in private about their next moves.
BGM: About Face
The room they entered was worn, but well loved.
A gigantic study, with all sorts of things crammed inside.
On the walls were rows and rows of bookshelves, along with a few scattered toys and decorations.
The tables were plush and furnished well, and there were refreshments that both the Witches enjoyed nearby.
There were also two bound books on a table, and a single shining Fragment that hung in the air over them, showing glimpses of potential scenes as it turned slowly.
...Of course, that wasn't even talking about the mess in the room itself.
Countless papers and pens were strewn about, along with what looked like a checkerboard with chess pieces on it, placed in the positions you would have for checkers.
It was an odd, chaotic scene...
The first Witch sighed, and began to pick up the papers.
"The clean up is my least favorite part..."
The second Witch began to pick up the pens, and straighten up.
"At least they seemed to enjoy this board this time?"
"Well, yes - ah, but, we should also put up the requisite place for critique soon, right? And also a place where they can gush about each other, though they're doing that just fine as is right now."
The second Witch nodded.
"Do you want me to do that?"
The first Witch thought, then shook her head.
"No, I can. You have things to do later on, so I can set those up at the very least."
Shrugging, the second Witch lapsed into silence as they began to complete their work.
The two of them cleaned up the place in no time, but left the checkerboard out where it originally was, being careful not to disturb the pieces.
BGM: Doorway of Summer
When that was done, they were free to sit down - and the first Witch carefully cradled the papers she'd collected, gathering them all into one large stack.
With a wave of her hand, the papers glowed with a bright light...and when it faded, a book fell into her hands.
With a wistful, proud smile on her face, she placed it next to the other two that lay below the hanging fragment.
"...Another Forgery successfully completed. I'm pretty proud of us this time, I think."
The second Witch of Forgery smiled back, taking a bite of the food she'd grabbed on her way to sit down.
"Yep. I'm proud of us, and them."
The first Witch of Forgery placed herself near the checkerboard, her fingers running across the pieces that were there.
"So, we've got the start of the next game already in motion.
...After all, we did start the outline all the way back during the second game.
Things have changed a little bit, especially with the new piece they had me throw onto the board - but I think we can weave him in well."
The second Witch laughed.
"They keep coming up with things that are better than what we originally planned, so-"
"Yeah, about that!
I didn't plan on picking up another piece in the story because they demanded he stay again!!
What's even up with that?!
I'm going to say no to them one of these times!!"
"Oh, stop complaining - you know you love it."
"Keep talking like that, and I won't play with you anymore!"
The two Witches of Forgery had an animated conversation - one that could easily sound like two people insulting each other, if it weren't for the clear thread of affection that ran between the two of them.
Slowly, their talk died down - and they turned to look at the Fragment, and the books below it.
The world they had created - taken, of course, from a sliver of another Fragment - shimmered with a soft light.
And while they chatted, and laughed, and wove fragments of stories to play with each other at a later date, the two hosts quietly made their exit.
Leaving behind that space, they went to one that was only meant for them.
A privilege bestowed on those that created Gameboards, to allow them to talk in private about their next moves.
The room they entered was worn, but well loved.
A gigantic study, with all sorts of things crammed inside.
On the walls were rows and rows of bookshelves, along with a few scattered toys and decorations.
The tables were plush and furnished well, and there were refreshments that both the Witches enjoyed nearby.
There were also two bound books on a table, and a single shining Fragment that hung in the air over them, showing glimpses of potential scenes as it turned slowly.
...Of course, that wasn't even talking about the mess in the room itself.
Countless papers and pens were strewn about, along with what looked like a checkerboard with chess pieces on it, placed in the positions you would have for checkers.
It was an odd, chaotic scene...
The first Witch sighed, and began to pick up the papers.
"The clean up is my least favorite part..."
The second Witch began to pick up the pens, and straighten up.
"At least they seemed to enjoy this board this time?"
"Well, yes - ah, but, we should also put up the requisite place for critique soon, right? And also a place where they can gush about each other, though they're doing that just fine as is right now."
The second Witch nodded.
"Do you want me to do that?"
The first Witch thought, then shook her head.
"No, I can. You have things to do later on, so I can set those up at the very least."
Shrugging, the second Witch lapsed into silence as they began to complete their work.
The two of them cleaned up the place in no time, but left the checkerboard out where it originally was, being careful not to disturb the pieces.
When that was done, they were free to sit down - and the first Witch carefully cradled the papers she'd collected, gathering them all into one large stack.
With a wave of her hand, the papers glowed with a bright light...and when it faded, a book fell into her hands.
With a wistful, proud smile on her face, she placed it next to the other two that lay below the hanging fragment.
"...Another Forgery successfully completed. I'm pretty proud of us this time, I think."
The second Witch of Forgery smiled back, taking a bite of the food she'd grabbed on her way to sit down.
"Yep. I'm proud of us, and them."
The first Witch of Forgery placed herself near the checkerboard, her fingers running across the pieces that were there.
"So, we've got the start of the next game already in motion.
...After all, we did start the outline all the way back during the second game.
Things have changed a little bit, especially with the new piece they had me throw onto the board - but I think we can weave him in well."
The second Witch laughed.
"They keep coming up with things that are better than what we originally planned, so-"
"Yeah, about that!
I didn't plan on picking up another piece in the story because they demanded he stay again!!
What's even up with that?!
I'm going to say no to them one of these times!!"
"Oh, stop complaining - you know you love it."
"Keep talking like that, and I won't play with you anymore!"
The two Witches of Forgery had an animated conversation - one that could easily sound like two people insulting each other, if it weren't for the clear thread of affection that ran between the two of them.
Slowly, their talk died down - and they turned to look at the Fragment, and the books below it.
The world they had created - taken, of course, from a sliver of another Fragment - shimmered with a soft light.
...Forgery was considered a crude art by many.
A pale imitation of something another Witch or God had created.
...Yet, those who Forged also had their pride.🗈
A pale imitation of something another Witch or God had created.
...Yet, those who Forged also had their pride.🗈
And in reality, wasn't Forgery what humans based themselves on?
They made stories, then added to those stories over and over.
Out of love, desire, or yearning.
In order to teach, scare, or entertain.
They increased the capacity of their world by adding to it, piece by piece, until one day they too faded away to become part of the fabric of the world.
Adding these tiny threads, as if to say -
"I was here, and this is what I did.
Even if it wasn't my own invention, I still lent my own perspective to the world."
Though one day it will all be forgotten, those Forgeries are precious.
And if a Forgery is told long enough, it becomes a Story in of itself.
With enough belief, it becomes a Religion.
And it becomes a way to see the world for many other humans.
...Ah, but I've gotten sidetracked.
Those stories were nothing like that.
Indeed, those gameboards would never be accepted into the City of Books, or any library.
...Yet, they were still precious.
For a moment in time, they existed - and still did, still fondly being remembered by the Witches that played in them.
Spinning these tales, making parts of it their own - that was the goal.
A world built for fun, to have fun in...
...and though many other Witches would never understand it, it was merely answering that primal urge to create and build.
For the Witches of Forgery and their companions that exist in this small, small space, in a vast sea of information...
...The act itself was fun.
And that was enough.
BGM: Far
Setting her food down, the second Witch of Forgery cleared her throat.
"I'll be running the next game, right?"
"Yes. You'll be the main runner this time around, and I'll get to play on the board for the first time in a while.
...It'll be also nice to rest for a little bit this time."
Grabbing a piece of paper and a pen, the second Witch began to write something down.
"Of course, we'll both talk about how this goes, and make any changes where we need to.
Just like always, right?"
"Right!
...I can't wait to see how they respond to the next game.
I'm sure so many of them will be mad at us this time."
Giggling, the second witch nodded happily, furiously scribbling down things.
"They're going to yell at us, and it'll be so great!"
"It absolutely will!"
Unlike many of the Witches known on the lower planes of existance, they had affectionate, excited smiles on their faces.
It was the innocent joy of playing a well intentioned joke on a friend, pranking people you deeply cared about to make them laugh.
And with furvor, they laughed and joked and wrote deep into the night.
On the table, the three books and the Fragment slumbered peacefully.
Yet, they also continued on.
In the memories of the Witches that played in them, and in the stories that would be woven in the future.
And in that silence, the final title slowly appeared on the hardcover of the third book.
"Hana no Naku Koro ni"
They made stories, then added to those stories over and over.
Out of love, desire, or yearning.
In order to teach, scare, or entertain.
They increased the capacity of their world by adding to it, piece by piece, until one day they too faded away to become part of the fabric of the world.
Adding these tiny threads, as if to say -
"I was here, and this is what I did.
Even if it wasn't my own invention, I still lent my own perspective to the world."
Though one day it will all be forgotten, those Forgeries are precious.
And if a Forgery is told long enough, it becomes a Story in of itself.
With enough belief, it becomes a Religion.
And it becomes a way to see the world for many other humans.
...Ah, but I've gotten sidetracked.
Those stories were nothing like that.
Indeed, those gameboards would never be accepted into the City of Books, or any library.
...Yet, they were still precious.
For a moment in time, they existed - and still did, still fondly being remembered by the Witches that played in them.
Spinning these tales, making parts of it their own - that was the goal.
A world built for fun, to have fun in...
...and though many other Witches would never understand it, it was merely answering that primal urge to create and build.
For the Witches of Forgery and their companions that exist in this small, small space, in a vast sea of information...
...The act itself was fun.
And that was enough.
Setting her food down, the second Witch of Forgery cleared her throat.
"I'll be running the next game, right?"
"Yes. You'll be the main runner this time around, and I'll get to play on the board for the first time in a while.
...It'll be also nice to rest for a little bit this time."
Grabbing a piece of paper and a pen, the second Witch began to write something down.
"Of course, we'll both talk about how this goes, and make any changes where we need to.
Just like always, right?"
"Right!
...I can't wait to see how they respond to the next game.
I'm sure so many of them will be mad at us this time."
Giggling, the second witch nodded happily, furiously scribbling down things.
"They're going to yell at us, and it'll be so great!"
"It absolutely will!"
Unlike many of the Witches known on the lower planes of existance, they had affectionate, excited smiles on their faces.
It was the innocent joy of playing a well intentioned joke on a friend, pranking people you deeply cared about to make them laugh.
And with furvor, they laughed and joked and wrote deep into the night.
On the table, the three books and the Fragment slumbered peacefully.
Yet, they also continued on.
In the memories of the Witches that played in them, and in the stories that would be woven in the future.
And in that silence, the final title slowly appeared on the hardcover of the third book.