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[fourthmade]

This is a place to send your prayers to the Fourth god. He may not always respond, or he may respond in ways you don’t expect, but he is always listening.

Speak, he hears you.

OOC note:  As of April 2020, threads with the gods will be capped at three NPC replies! Please keep this in mind when writing god prayers to make sure you get everything you need out of the thread.It’s also possible to handwave prayers by titling your comment HANDWAVED PRAYER. Handwaved prayers lack our usual flourish, but you can expect a faster response!

As of February 2024, god prayers will be handwaved only. Please only submit a prayer if you have a question for either god which needs answering in order to progress your character's arc within Ryslig. If this is something you need to tier up within the god boon system, or just to set up a player plot in general, please don't hesitate to submit a prayer about it! You may shorten it down to an OOC summary of what your character is asking. This will allow any of our helper mods to reply much faster, without having to dig into the specifics of either god's personality/writing quirks. Should this limitation be lifted again in the future, this note will be removed.

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November 1

[starfleetashell]

[So, Mariner's got the measure of Little Miss Foggy. Now to introduce herself to the other great power in this shitty place.

She sits in front of her laptop and drums her fingers idly before speaking.]

So, uh. Fourth guy.

Good job on the time thing. Of course, I knew it would work.

I went to go talk to Little Miss Foggy, you know, see what she's all about. Can't say I'm impressed. She talks a big game, but doesn't follow through. At least back home I'd get sent to the brig for the kind of crap I said to her. Foggy didn't do a thing. She got mad, and I dared her to do something, but she just said something ominous. [Mariner snorts.] Chicken.

So: I'm not here to make a pledge, but what're you all about, man?

[fourthmade]

[The lights strobe a rainbow of colors, settling on a nice, dim red, like a darkroom. The screen changes from black to blue, blue to white, and the text appears in bolded blue font.]

hello mariner
see? i remember you :)
hello
and welcome

[A pixelated facsimile of Mariner's Starfleet insignia appears in the corner of the screen, like a loading symbol. It spins in jittering movements, blink to the left, blink upwards, blink to the right, blink down. The symbol will spin while Elias speaks, and twitch to a stop when he's finished.]

you want to know what im about?
im the light that cuts through the fog
im the power inside the machines
im whats there when you pinch two wires together
and it sparks
and it makes your space ships command center hum back to life

hello mariner
im elias
im the person that can keep little miss foggy from taking her dangerous power trip too far
im the person that wants to make this peninsula
safe
from her reach

its nice to meet you

[starfleetashell]

[Mariner doesn't particularly like that Elias is bouncing her Starfleet insignia around, but this isn't adversarial like the Fog, so she's just going to...listen. And think.

The Fog had jumped right to pissing-her-off mode. Elias is...interesting. She's going to probe a little deeper into that, see if the ancient Voyager 1 comes back V'Ger, to coin a phrase.]

Her dangerous power trip's already gone pretty far, but I guess she's got the upper hand on you.

[She drums her fingers on the table again. There have been child-gods in the history of Starfleet before. She's thinking about one that Kirk found in particular.]

You're a kid, right? That's what I hear. How old are you?

[fourthmade]

[The screen flickers, the insignia shifting shape to a mini caricature of Mariner's Starfleet ship. It doesn't spin. The engines light up during the 'loading' sequence, and shut off when Elias is done.]

my body or my mind?
;) theres a difference
my body is little
my mind is too big and too old for my body
stretching back longer than any normal kid can imagine

thats why im here instead

[starfleetashell]

[Hmm this is. Hmm.

Hmm.

The mini Cerritos makes her homesick for half a second, even though it's only pixels.]

Okay. You're a kid but not a kid. Is there just one of you, or are you a hivemind, or what? Since you're all over the laptops, and all.

[This is interesting, no matter which way he answers. Computer-gods aren't new to Starfleet, either. They even ran back into Landru, what, like, six months ago?]

[fourthmade]

i am me
just me
:)

theres no hive
no viruses either
im not an infection
i wont break your machines

[A crude game of pong pops up on screen, inviting Mariner to play. His parting text blinks above the ball and paddles.]

im me
and im
my technology
my power
are all whatll save the peninsula from the fog

come to me when you want to know more
about a safe house away from her

i always like to make new friends

play with me again anytime