You grab some wayward stationery and begin writing a note to Beth explaining how you're going to be home late because you are WORKING and EARNING POWER and BEHAVING LIKE AN ADULT SORT OF, struggling to contain the enthusiasm dripping from every word (takes a couple of rewrites, admittedly). Everything's going so much better than you expected! You leave the dinner table unfolded and put the note right on top of it, and after a second or two of thought also place a convenient tiny potted pitcher plant on top just so it doesn't get lost.
That done, you get your hair in order and your clothes looking borderline okay, and even manage some progress on your face before time runs short - throwing on the best you've got, you head uptown to the Celestial Assurance, reaching it just as the evening sun is at its height and the moon of workday's end begins to pass as a black dot on its surface. A crystalline sea urchin-looking dude rolls up to accost you in the outside lot and asks after your business, but you just tell him you're here for the dude in Office 157B. He makes a call - your story checks out. Shortly after you're in, coming up to a familiar stairwell, the nameplate on it reading ACTER, Junior Supervisor of Operational Smoothness. Sure enough, your manikin's in there.
"We on?" you ask him as you slide inside the miniature crystal office. He seems to be holding a file in his hand, completely paralyzed.
"Right! Yes! Sorry, just getting one last thing done," he says, subtly inhaling and finally shuffling the file into a spot on his desk that he's been eying for a bit. A moment passes, nothing explodes. "Yeah!"
"All right!"
"Uh-huh!"
"So, are we going?"
Acter says nothing, but simply listens for a second - you hear something spilling in the distance, and a terrible scream rings out somewhere above. "I don't know. Maybe this isn't such a great idea. I could just stay in here instead? Ugh, no. I have to go. But I really don't want to, is the thing. But I still have to, though."
You raise an eyebrow at him as he argues with himself for a bit.
"Wait," he seems to decide, "you could just go instead of me!" He seems to run some calculations through his head as he looks you over from head to toe, "yeah, it'd only take a little bit of work..."
"Wait, what?"
"It's okay," he says, "I'm a god of improvement. I'm certified."
A) "You're certifiable is what you are! We're either going to do this like mature divine beings or I'm going home this instant, you hear me?"
B) "Uh, okay. But it's gonna cost you extra, my dude."
C) "... all right, just be careful not to magick anything permanently, okay?"
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Topic: [SG] The Gods Are All Right: Queh, Goddess of the Dark (Read 9983 times)