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Hello! I don't believe we've met, but I'm Daisy.

Might I get your name?

@solarosha

"I was called Neonorei once, and the name still serves me well enough. It's a pleasure to meet you, Daisy." They turn to face her with a sincere smile. "Solar deity of some description, I assume? Please correct me if not, I would hate to hold a false assumption."

She smiles back, and the air around them fills with motes of light.

"You assume correctly, in this case - I do try to be obvious about it, after all. I have been a lot of solar deities, and I would like to last a good while this go-round. What about yourself, Neonorei?"

"In life, I was a very minor deity, hence being good at guessing the domains of others. I was the god of spoons, coathangers, and the feeling of being watched when no one else is around. I suppose, in some ways, I still am, even in death." They speak about their own death extremely casually, in the same tone one would use to talk about the weather being perfectly normal for this time of year.

"Oh you've died before too? Which kind, getting killed by another deity? The culture that worshipped you moving on or dying out?" She looks... oddly excited. "I assume you never had a cyclical dying and being reanimated/reborn on a regular basis thing, since you said death singular. I had that as Ra, and it's been coming back lately too, but it doesn't hit the same."

They seem entirely unfazed by her excitement. "You could say the culture that worshipped me died out. A universe collapsing in on itself tends to do that to its inhabitants. And, no, no cyclical deaths for me, I only got the one. Some of my colleagues suffered very different fates, however, and I do not envy them."

"Oough, sorry about that happening to you dearheart," she winces, "I'm glad you made it out though. I've never had anything on that... scale... happen to me, so I at least get to see people rediscovering my past selves, now and then. Or use them in fiction, though they are not really believed in... But, I do know that dwindling belief is one of the harder deaths to come back from. I think I've only managed it because the sun hasn't gone away."

"I just got lucky. Apparently, being boring and getting what amounts to an office job is enough of a purpose to keep an obscure minor deity from oblivion. Most of my fellow dead gods have found more… eccentric methods of persistence." There's no disdain, disgust, or disapproval in their voice as they speak of their contemporaries, just a personal disinterest in whatever it is they're doing to stave off their second deaths.

"How eccentric are we talking? I'm curious about where I fall on that scale." Daisy smiles. "Though, it is no easy feat to land a job after you die. I'd also like to hear that story, if it's one you don't mind telling."

"Well, the eccentricities are not, in truth, all too unexpected for the most part. The god of papercuts and unexpected pleasure has found some extraordinarily unique ways to combine their domains, and they even have their own demiplane for it now. As for myself, it's not much of a story; I just wandered aimlessly for a while, and when I found a place that looked suitably boring I applied for a job there."

"I suppose that makes sense," she nods. "I just start over as a new sun deity, myself. That's the only consistent thing, everything else has changed more than once. I don't even always remember my past selves for a little bit, at least until I'm established in whatever pantheon is emerging."

"That's understandable. Perhaps one day I'll find a new pantheon, as some of my old colleagues have done, but I doubt there's much need for a deity with my highly specific and typically unconnected domains."

"No, I suppose there wouldn't be," she says. "At least you wouldn't have to worry about overlapping anyone else though! If you ever want to give it a shot, I can put in a good word for you at mine."

"I will think on it. Perhaps the time will come for me to move on from menial messenger duties, and then I can see if there are any pantheons in need of an obscure minor deity."

"Maybe, yes." Daisy nods. "It is ultimately your decision, but I will say that obscure minor deities make wonderful additions, they're the perfect ones to just pop up in myths every now and then for incredibly specific situations."

"I'm sure people would get very inventive about the mythological significance of a coathanger." They smile with a brief humoured exhale. "Mortals are nothing if not endlessly creative."

"Indeed. I am curious myself, what they might come up with."

"Whatever it would end up being, I'm sure it would at the very least be entertaining to watch."

Hello! I don't believe we've met, but I'm Daisy.

Might I get your name?

@solarosha

"I was called Neonorei once, and the name still serves me well enough. It's a pleasure to meet you, Daisy." They turn to face her with a sincere smile. "Solar deity of some description, I assume? Please correct me if not, I would hate to hold a false assumption."

She smiles back, and the air around them fills with motes of light.

"You assume correctly, in this case - I do try to be obvious about it, after all. I have been a lot of solar deities, and I would like to last a good while this go-round. What about yourself, Neonorei?"

"In life, I was a very minor deity, hence being good at guessing the domains of others. I was the god of spoons, coathangers, and the feeling of being watched when no one else is around. I suppose, in some ways, I still am, even in death." They speak about their own death extremely casually, in the same tone one would use to talk about the weather being perfectly normal for this time of year.

"Oh you've died before too? Which kind, getting killed by another deity? The culture that worshipped you moving on or dying out?" She looks... oddly excited. "I assume you never had a cyclical dying and being reanimated/reborn on a regular basis thing, since you said death singular. I had that as Ra, and it's been coming back lately too, but it doesn't hit the same."

They seem entirely unfazed by her excitement. "You could say the culture that worshipped me died out. A universe collapsing in on itself tends to do that to its inhabitants. And, no, no cyclical deaths for me, I only got the one. Some of my colleagues suffered very different fates, however, and I do not envy them."

"Oough, sorry about that happening to you dearheart," she winces, "I'm glad you made it out though. I've never had anything on that... scale... happen to me, so I at least get to see people rediscovering my past selves, now and then. Or use them in fiction, though they are not really believed in... But, I do know that dwindling belief is one of the harder deaths to come back from. I think I've only managed it because the sun hasn't gone away."

"I just got lucky. Apparently, being boring and getting what amounts to an office job is enough of a purpose to keep an obscure minor deity from oblivion. Most of my fellow dead gods have found more… eccentric methods of persistence." There's no disdain, disgust, or disapproval in their voice as they speak of their contemporaries, just a personal disinterest in whatever it is they're doing to stave off their second deaths.

"How eccentric are we talking? I'm curious about where I fall on that scale." Daisy smiles. "Though, it is no easy feat to land a job after you die. I'd also like to hear that story, if it's one you don't mind telling."

"Well, the eccentricities are not, in truth, all too unexpected for the most part. The god of papercuts and unexpected pleasure has found some extraordinarily unique ways to combine their domains, and they even have their own demiplane for it now. As for myself, it's not much of a story; I just wandered aimlessly for a while, and when I found a place that looked suitably boring I applied for a job there."

"I suppose that makes sense," she nods. "I just start over as a new sun deity, myself. That's the only consistent thing, everything else has changed more than once. I don't even always remember my past selves for a little bit, at least until I'm established in whatever pantheon is emerging."

"That's understandable. Perhaps one day I'll find a new pantheon, as some of my old colleagues have done, but I doubt there's much need for a deity with my highly specific and typically unconnected domains."

"No, I suppose there wouldn't be," she says. "At least you wouldn't have to worry about overlapping anyone else though! If you ever want to give it a shot, I can put in a good word for you at mine."

"I will think on it. Perhaps the time will come for me to move on from menial messenger duties, and then I can see if there are any pantheons in need of an obscure minor deity."

"Maybe, yes." Daisy nods. "It is ultimately your decision, but I will say that obscure minor deities make wonderful additions, they're the perfect ones to just pop up in myths every now and then for incredibly specific situations."

"I'm sure people would get very inventive about the mythological significance of a coathanger." They smile with a brief humoured exhale. "Mortals are nothing if not endlessly creative."

Hello! I don't believe we've met, but I'm Daisy.

Might I get your name?

@solarosha

"I was called Neonorei once, and the name still serves me well enough. It's a pleasure to meet you, Daisy." They turn to face her with a sincere smile. "Solar deity of some description, I assume? Please correct me if not, I would hate to hold a false assumption."

She smiles back, and the air around them fills with motes of light.

"You assume correctly, in this case - I do try to be obvious about it, after all. I have been a lot of solar deities, and I would like to last a good while this go-round. What about yourself, Neonorei?"

"In life, I was a very minor deity, hence being good at guessing the domains of others. I was the god of spoons, coathangers, and the feeling of being watched when no one else is around. I suppose, in some ways, I still am, even in death." They speak about their own death extremely casually, in the same tone one would use to talk about the weather being perfectly normal for this time of year.

"Oh you've died before too? Which kind, getting killed by another deity? The culture that worshipped you moving on or dying out?" She looks... oddly excited. "I assume you never had a cyclical dying and being reanimated/reborn on a regular basis thing, since you said death singular. I had that as Ra, and it's been coming back lately too, but it doesn't hit the same."

They seem entirely unfazed by her excitement. "You could say the culture that worshipped me died out. A universe collapsing in on itself tends to do that to its inhabitants. And, no, no cyclical deaths for me, I only got the one. Some of my colleagues suffered very different fates, however, and I do not envy them."

"Oough, sorry about that happening to you dearheart," she winces, "I'm glad you made it out though. I've never had anything on that... scale... happen to me, so I at least get to see people rediscovering my past selves, now and then. Or use them in fiction, though they are not really believed in... But, I do know that dwindling belief is one of the harder deaths to come back from. I think I've only managed it because the sun hasn't gone away."

"I just got lucky. Apparently, being boring and getting what amounts to an office job is enough of a purpose to keep an obscure minor deity from oblivion. Most of my fellow dead gods have found more… eccentric methods of persistence." There's no disdain, disgust, or disapproval in their voice as they speak of their contemporaries, just a personal disinterest in whatever it is they're doing to stave off their second deaths.

"How eccentric are we talking? I'm curious about where I fall on that scale." Daisy smiles. "Though, it is no easy feat to land a job after you die. I'd also like to hear that story, if it's one you don't mind telling."

"Well, the eccentricities are not, in truth, all too unexpected for the most part. The god of papercuts and unexpected pleasure has found some extraordinarily unique ways to combine their domains, and they even have their own demiplane for it now. As for myself, it's not much of a story; I just wandered aimlessly for a while, and when I found a place that looked suitably boring I applied for a job there."

"I suppose that makes sense," she nods. "I just start over as a new sun deity, myself. That's the only consistent thing, everything else has changed more than once. I don't even always remember my past selves for a little bit, at least until I'm established in whatever pantheon is emerging."

"That's understandable. Perhaps one day I'll find a new pantheon, as some of my old colleagues have done, but I doubt there's much need for a deity with my highly specific and typically unconnected domains."

"No, I suppose there wouldn't be," she says. "At least you wouldn't have to worry about overlapping anyone else though! If you ever want to give it a shot, I can put in a good word for you at mine."

"I will think on it. Perhaps the time will come for me to move on from menial messenger duties, and then I can see if there are any pantheons in need of an obscure minor deity."

Hello! I don't believe we've met, but I'm Daisy.

Might I get your name?

@solarosha

"I was called Neonorei once, and the name still serves me well enough. It's a pleasure to meet you, Daisy." They turn to face her with a sincere smile. "Solar deity of some description, I assume? Please correct me if not, I would hate to hold a false assumption."

She smiles back, and the air around them fills with motes of light.

"You assume correctly, in this case - I do try to be obvious about it, after all. I have been a lot of solar deities, and I would like to last a good while this go-round. What about yourself, Neonorei?"

"In life, I was a very minor deity, hence being good at guessing the domains of others. I was the god of spoons, coathangers, and the feeling of being watched when no one else is around. I suppose, in some ways, I still am, even in death." They speak about their own death extremely casually, in the same tone one would use to talk about the weather being perfectly normal for this time of year.

"Oh you've died before too? Which kind, getting killed by another deity? The culture that worshipped you moving on or dying out?" She looks... oddly excited. "I assume you never had a cyclical dying and being reanimated/reborn on a regular basis thing, since you said death singular. I had that as Ra, and it's been coming back lately too, but it doesn't hit the same."

They seem entirely unfazed by her excitement. "You could say the culture that worshipped me died out. A universe collapsing in on itself tends to do that to its inhabitants. And, no, no cyclical deaths for me, I only got the one. Some of my colleagues suffered very different fates, however, and I do not envy them."

"Oough, sorry about that happening to you dearheart," she winces, "I'm glad you made it out though. I've never had anything on that... scale... happen to me, so I at least get to see people rediscovering my past selves, now and then. Or use them in fiction, though they are not really believed in... But, I do know that dwindling belief is one of the harder deaths to come back from. I think I've only managed it because the sun hasn't gone away."

"I just got lucky. Apparently, being boring and getting what amounts to an office job is enough of a purpose to keep an obscure minor deity from oblivion. Most of my fellow dead gods have found more… eccentric methods of persistence." There's no disdain, disgust, or disapproval in their voice as they speak of their contemporaries, just a personal disinterest in whatever it is they're doing to stave off their second deaths.

"How eccentric are we talking? I'm curious about where I fall on that scale." Daisy smiles. "Though, it is no easy feat to land a job after you die. I'd also like to hear that story, if it's one you don't mind telling."

"Well, the eccentricities are not, in truth, all too unexpected for the most part. The god of papercuts and unexpected pleasure has found some extraordinarily unique ways to combine their domains, and they even have their own demiplane for it now. As for myself, it's not much of a story; I just wandered aimlessly for a while, and when I found a place that looked suitably boring I applied for a job there."

"I suppose that makes sense," she nods. "I just start over as a new sun deity, myself. That's the only consistent thing, everything else has changed more than once. I don't even always remember my past selves for a little bit, at least until I'm established in whatever pantheon is emerging."

"That's understandable. Perhaps one day I'll find a new pantheon, as some of my old colleagues have done, but I doubt there's much need for a deity with my highly specific and typically unconnected domains."

Hello! I don't believe we've met, but I'm Daisy.

Might I get your name?

@solarosha

"I was called Neonorei once, and the name still serves me well enough. It's a pleasure to meet you, Daisy." They turn to face her with a sincere smile. "Solar deity of some description, I assume? Please correct me if not, I would hate to hold a false assumption."

She smiles back, and the air around them fills with motes of light.

"You assume correctly, in this case - I do try to be obvious about it, after all. I have been a lot of solar deities, and I would like to last a good while this go-round. What about yourself, Neonorei?"

"In life, I was a very minor deity, hence being good at guessing the domains of others. I was the god of spoons, coathangers, and the feeling of being watched when no one else is around. I suppose, in some ways, I still am, even in death." They speak about their own death extremely casually, in the same tone one would use to talk about the weather being perfectly normal for this time of year.

"Oh you've died before too? Which kind, getting killed by another deity? The culture that worshipped you moving on or dying out?" She looks... oddly excited. "I assume you never had a cyclical dying and being reanimated/reborn on a regular basis thing, since you said death singular. I had that as Ra, and it's been coming back lately too, but it doesn't hit the same."

They seem entirely unfazed by her excitement. "You could say the culture that worshipped me died out. A universe collapsing in on itself tends to do that to its inhabitants. And, no, no cyclical deaths for me, I only got the one. Some of my colleagues suffered very different fates, however, and I do not envy them."

"Oough, sorry about that happening to you dearheart," she winces, "I'm glad you made it out though. I've never had anything on that... scale... happen to me, so I at least get to see people rediscovering my past selves, now and then. Or use them in fiction, though they are not really believed in... But, I do know that dwindling belief is one of the harder deaths to come back from. I think I've only managed it because the sun hasn't gone away."

"I just got lucky. Apparently, being boring and getting what amounts to an office job is enough of a purpose to keep an obscure minor deity from oblivion. Most of my fellow dead gods have found more… eccentric methods of persistence." There's no disdain, disgust, or disapproval in their voice as they speak of their contemporaries, just a personal disinterest in whatever it is they're doing to stave off their second deaths.

"How eccentric are we talking? I'm curious about where I fall on that scale." Daisy smiles. "Though, it is no easy feat to land a job after you die. I'd also like to hear that story, if it's one you don't mind telling."

"Well, the eccentricities are not, in truth, all too unexpected for the most part. The god of papercuts and unexpected pleasure has found some extraordinarily unique ways to combine their domains, and they even have their own demiplane for it now. As for myself, it's not much of a story; I just wandered aimlessly for a while, and when I found a place that looked suitably boring I applied for a job there."

Hello! I don't believe we've met, but I'm Daisy.

Might I get your name?

@solarosha

"I was called Neonorei once, and the name still serves me well enough. It's a pleasure to meet you, Daisy." They turn to face her with a sincere smile. "Solar deity of some description, I assume? Please correct me if not, I would hate to hold a false assumption."

She smiles back, and the air around them fills with motes of light.

"You assume correctly, in this case - I do try to be obvious about it, after all. I have been a lot of solar deities, and I would like to last a good while this go-round. What about yourself, Neonorei?"

"In life, I was a very minor deity, hence being good at guessing the domains of others. I was the god of spoons, coathangers, and the feeling of being watched when no one else is around. I suppose, in some ways, I still am, even in death." They speak about their own death extremely casually, in the same tone one would use to talk about the weather being perfectly normal for this time of year.

"Oh you've died before too? Which kind, getting killed by another deity? The culture that worshipped you moving on or dying out?" She looks... oddly excited. "I assume you never had a cyclical dying and being reanimated/reborn on a regular basis thing, since you said death singular. I had that as Ra, and it's been coming back lately too, but it doesn't hit the same."

They seem entirely unfazed by her excitement. "You could say the culture that worshipped me died out. A universe collapsing in on itself tends to do that to its inhabitants. And, no, no cyclical deaths for me, I only got the one. Some of my colleagues suffered very different fates, however, and I do not envy them."

"Oough, sorry about that happening to you dearheart," she winces, "I'm glad you made it out though. I've never had anything on that... scale... happen to me, so I at least get to see people rediscovering my past selves, now and then. Or use them in fiction, though they are not really believed in... But, I do know that dwindling belief is one of the harder deaths to come back from. I think I've only managed it because the sun hasn't gone away."

"I just got lucky. Apparently, being boring and getting what amounts to an office job is enough of a purpose to keep an obscure minor deity from oblivion. Most of my fellow dead gods have found more… eccentric methods of persistence." There's no disdain, disgust, or disapproval in their voice as they speak of their contemporaries, just a personal disinterest in whatever it is they're doing to stave off their second deaths.

Hello! I don't believe we've met, but I'm Daisy.

Might I get your name?

@solarosha

"I was called Neonorei once, and the name still serves me well enough. It's a pleasure to meet you, Daisy." They turn to face her with a sincere smile. "Solar deity of some description, I assume? Please correct me if not, I would hate to hold a false assumption."

She smiles back, and the air around them fills with motes of light.

"You assume correctly, in this case - I do try to be obvious about it, after all. I have been a lot of solar deities, and I would like to last a good while this go-round. What about yourself, Neonorei?"

"In life, I was a very minor deity, hence being good at guessing the domains of others. I was the god of spoons, coathangers, and the feeling of being watched when no one else is around. I suppose, in some ways, I still am, even in death." They speak about their own death extremely casually, in the same tone one would use to talk about the weather being perfectly normal for this time of year.

"Oh you've died before too? Which kind, getting killed by another deity? The culture that worshipped you moving on or dying out?" She looks... oddly excited. "I assume you never had a cyclical dying and being reanimated/reborn on a regular basis thing, since you said death singular. I had that as Ra, and it's been coming back lately too, but it doesn't hit the same."

They seem entirely unfazed by her excitement. "You could say the culture that worshipped me died out. A universe collapsing in on itself tends to do that to its inhabitants. And, no, no cyclical deaths for me, I only got the one. Some of my colleagues suffered very different fates, however, and I do not envy them."

Hello! I don't believe we've met, but I'm Daisy.

Might I get your name?

@solarosha

"I was called Neonorei once, and the name still serves me well enough. It's a pleasure to meet you, Daisy." They turn to face her with a sincere smile. "Solar deity of some description, I assume? Please correct me if not, I would hate to hold a false assumption."

She smiles back, and the air around them fills with motes of light.

"You assume correctly, in this case - I do try to be obvious about it, after all. I have been a lot of solar deities, and I would like to last a good while this go-round. What about yourself, Neonorei?"

"In life, I was a very minor deity, hence being good at guessing the domains of others. I was the god of spoons, coathangers, and the feeling of being watched when no one else is around. I suppose, in some ways, I still am, even in death." They speak about their own death extremely casually, in the same tone one would use to talk about the weather being perfectly normal for this time of year.

Hello! I don't believe we've met, but I'm Daisy.

Might I get your name?

@solarosha

"I was called Neonorei once, and the name still serves me well enough. It's a pleasure to meet you, Daisy." They turn to face her with a sincere smile. "Solar deity of some description, I assume? Please correct me if not, I would hate to hold a false assumption."

darkflamegods

There have been a number of strange doors, connecting the timelines recently.

It would seem this trend is yet to cease, as a new one has formed. It is a heavy wooden door, with iron reinforcing it against being beaten off the hinges. There is a small barred window in the middle, revealing nothing but pitch darkness.

Somebody found this door before the crowds, and left thick claw marks buried into the wall surrounding the door. It also seems to have left a message in braille in the wood of the door, reading "HATE. FALSE SHADES. NOT MY FACE." How strange.

#darkflamegods #oshaverse

Neonorei is exploring OSHA on a day off, as the halls seem extremely interesting. Coming across a strange door, they decide to open it, the engraved message only furthering their curiosity.

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What is very clearly a dead god and a being of dreams is in the doorway of the cafeteria, patiently standing there with a clipboard. Their true form has faded significantly and is barely visible, but he can just about make out the conceptual abstraction of vision. Their more typically perceivable form takes the shape of a humanoid with the head of some sort of fox adorned with horns, a long feathered tail, and two scorpion's tails sprouting from their back.

@spoons-and-coathangers

"Hey there fella, you have a really unique look."

Mike realizes how that could come off and corrects himself.

"I specifically mean the astral component, most people don't have an astral component to their appearance."

"Ah, you must be Mike. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. As for my astral component, that's a leftover from before I died." Their expression remains flatly neutral throughout, and they don't leave the doorway.

"Mm, yeah, dying is always rough. Hope you didn't take it too hard."

Mike waves them in, "Come on in, I have plenty of food. I can even cater to more immaterial hungers if that's what you need."

They smile slightly, reminiscing something in their mind.

"I took it better than most of my colleagues, given how many of them don't exist anymore." They pause to look around the cafeteria before entering. "As for the food, I don't believe I have ever partaken in anything like that. Perhaps I will have to return here when I am not occupied with work."

"Sure, come by any time! Just walk through any door on the grounds while thinking about lunch and you'll be here!"

They nod once. "Noted. Speaking of the aforementioned work, my current business is informing all involved persons about the new regulations regarding the signing of contracts in dreams. You and Myrdin are the last names on my list, as you were deemed the least likely to be affected of all who might possibly be."

"Oh, yeah, uh. I do dream stuff, and Myrdin does contracts, but neither of us have done a contract in a dream, I think?"

Again, they nod once. "Then you should indeed be unaffected. I am still obligated to inform you of the changes, however. The Council of Contracts, in conjunction with the Council of Dreams, has decided that, since the majority of mortals now view dreams as some form of manifestation of the mind rather than visiting the dream worlds, all contracts made within dreams are now null and void due to the implication of the signee not believing it to be real."

They hear a hoarse, malevolent cackle from the kitchen, as Myrdin scrabbles out.

"That's quaint. To think of there being such a clean delineation between dream and reality. I think you will find that faerie contracts will remain very much intact despite bureaucratic protestations, dreamspeaker."

They simply look over in his direction and issue a polite nod.

"Greetings, you must be the one who goes by Myrdin." They are being very carefully intentional with their words, making every effort to not say anything that might constitute an offence under the social rule of the fae. "The councils are well aware of the blurred line between the two realms, as they are also of the business of the faeries. These regulations are intended to be guidelines, not laws, and every measure is being afforded to ensure that affected parties and peoples are able to continue their cultures and practices. Emissaries to the fae courts have been sent with the hopes of negotiating fair terms regarding the new regulations and suggest alterations to current practice such that mortals need not find themselves faced with the consequences of signing contracts they did not believe to be real."

"That's very cute. I'm sure you mean well, but don't expect your emissaries to return if they plan to dictate to the faeries that their contracts must be nullified. You may as well as them nicely to tear their teeth from their own skulls."

Myrdin grins, revealing his mouthful of sharklike teeth.

"The Gentry do not negotiate on any terms but theirs."

Neonorei is entirely unfazed by the grin. "Your concern for the safety of the council's emissaries is appreciated. There is no intention for dictation or contract nullification; the Council of Contracts simply wish to offer suggestions on behalf of general mortal wellbeing. These suggestions have no requirement to be followed, and the fae courts will continue to be granted every freedom to act as they please. Regardless, I have no power to change that council's mind; I am simply working as their temporary messenger, so any acts of self-destruction on their part are beyond the control of both myself and the council on which I sit."

Myrdin looks up at Neonorei, still grinning.

"Your concern for mortals is quite admirable, but the Gentry don't share it. Even other faerie creatures receive naught but contempt from the lordly courts. Good luck, dreamspeaker."

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Neonorei looks down at Myrdin, though they avoid making direct eye contact.

"Thank you for your wishes of luck. I will do what I can to pass them on to the emissaries."

What is very clearly a dead god and a being of dreams is in the doorway of the cafeteria, patiently standing there with a clipboard. Their true form has faded significantly and is barely visible, but he can just about make out the conceptual abstraction of vision. Their more typically perceivable form takes the shape of a humanoid with the head of some sort of fox adorned with horns, a long feathered tail, and two scorpion's tails sprouting from their back.

@spoons-and-coathangers

"Hey there fella, you have a really unique look."

Mike realizes how that could come off and corrects himself.

"I specifically mean the astral component, most people don't have an astral component to their appearance."

"Ah, you must be Mike. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. As for my astral component, that's a leftover from before I died." Their expression remains flatly neutral throughout, and they don't leave the doorway.

"Mm, yeah, dying is always rough. Hope you didn't take it too hard."

Mike waves them in, "Come on in, I have plenty of food. I can even cater to more immaterial hungers if that's what you need."

They smile slightly, reminiscing something in their mind.

"I took it better than most of my colleagues, given how many of them don't exist anymore." They pause to look around the cafeteria before entering. "As for the food, I don't believe I have ever partaken in anything like that. Perhaps I will have to return here when I am not occupied with work."

"Sure, come by any time! Just walk through any door on the grounds while thinking about lunch and you'll be here!"

They nod once. "Noted. Speaking of the aforementioned work, my current business is informing all involved persons about the new regulations regarding the signing of contracts in dreams. You and Myrdin are the last names on my list, as you were deemed the least likely to be affected of all who might possibly be."

"Oh, yeah, uh. I do dream stuff, and Myrdin does contracts, but neither of us have done a contract in a dream, I think?"

Again, they nod once. "Then you should indeed be unaffected. I am still obligated to inform you of the changes, however. The Council of Contracts, in conjunction with the Council of Dreams, has decided that, since the majority of mortals now view dreams as some form of manifestation of the mind rather than visiting the dream worlds, all contracts made within dreams are now null and void due to the implication of the signee not believing it to be real."

They hear a hoarse, malevolent cackle from the kitchen, as Myrdin scrabbles out.

"That's quaint. To think of there being such a clean delineation between dream and reality. I think you will find that faerie contracts will remain very much intact despite bureaucratic protestations, dreamspeaker."

They simply look over in his direction and issue a polite nod.

"Greetings, you must be the one who goes by Myrdin." They are being very carefully intentional with their words, making every effort to not say anything that might constitute an offence under the social rule of the fae. "The councils are well aware of the blurred line between the two realms, as they are also of the business of the faeries. These regulations are intended to be guidelines, not laws, and every measure is being afforded to ensure that affected parties and peoples are able to continue their cultures and practices. Emissaries to the fae courts have been sent with the hopes of negotiating fair terms regarding the new regulations and suggest alterations to current practice such that mortals need not find themselves faced with the consequences of signing contracts they did not believe to be real."

"That's very cute. I'm sure you mean well, but don't expect your emissaries to return if they plan to dictate to the faeries that their contracts must be nullified. You may as well as them nicely to tear their teeth from their own skulls."

Myrdin grins, revealing his mouthful of sharklike teeth.

"The Gentry do not negotiate on any terms but theirs."

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Neonorei is entirely unfazed by the grin. "Your concern for the safety of the council's emissaries is appreciated. There is no intention for dictation or contract nullification; the Council of Contracts simply wish to offer suggestions on behalf of general mortal wellbeing. These suggestions have no requirement to be followed, and the fae courts will continue to be granted every freedom to act as they please. Regardless, I have no power to change that council's mind; I am simply working as their temporary messenger, so any acts of self-destruction on their part are beyond the control of both myself and the council on which I sit."

What is very clearly a dead god and a being of dreams is in the doorway of the cafeteria, patiently standing there with a clipboard. Their true form has faded significantly and is barely visible, but he can just about make out the conceptual abstraction of vision. Their more typically perceivable form takes the shape of a humanoid with the head of some sort of fox adorned with horns, a long feathered tail, and two scorpion's tails sprouting from their back.

@spoons-and-coathangers

"Hey there fella, you have a really unique look."

Mike realizes how that could come off and corrects himself.

"I specifically mean the astral component, most people don't have an astral component to their appearance."

"Ah, you must be Mike. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. As for my astral component, that's a leftover from before I died." Their expression remains flatly neutral throughout, and they don't leave the doorway.

"Mm, yeah, dying is always rough. Hope you didn't take it too hard."

Mike waves them in, "Come on in, I have plenty of food. I can even cater to more immaterial hungers if that's what you need."

They smile slightly, reminiscing something in their mind.

"I took it better than most of my colleagues, given how many of them don't exist anymore." They pause to look around the cafeteria before entering. "As for the food, I don't believe I have ever partaken in anything like that. Perhaps I will have to return here when I am not occupied with work."

"Sure, come by any time! Just walk through any door on the grounds while thinking about lunch and you'll be here!"

They nod once. "Noted. Speaking of the aforementioned work, my current business is informing all involved persons about the new regulations regarding the signing of contracts in dreams. You and Myrdin are the last names on my list, as you were deemed the least likely to be affected of all who might possibly be."

"Oh, yeah, uh. I do dream stuff, and Myrdin does contracts, but neither of us have done a contract in a dream, I think?"

Again, they nod once. "Then you should indeed be unaffected. I am still obligated to inform you of the changes, however. The Council of Contracts, in conjunction with the Council of Dreams, has decided that, since the majority of mortals now view dreams as some form of manifestation of the mind rather than visiting the dream worlds, all contracts made within dreams are now null and void due to the implication of the signee not believing it to be real."

They hear a hoarse, malevolent cackle from the kitchen, as Myrdin scrabbles out.

"That's quaint. To think of there being such a clean delineation between dream and reality. I think you will find that faerie contracts will remain very much intact despite bureaucratic protestations, dreamspeaker."

#osha-cafeteria-worker #oshagoblin #oshaverse

They simply look over in his direction and issue a polite nod.

"Greetings, you must be the one who goes by Myrdin." They are being very carefully intentional with their words, making every effort to not say anything that might constitute an offence under the social rule of the fae. "The councils are well aware of the blurred line between the two realms, as they are also of the business of the faeries. These regulations are intended to be guidelines, not laws, and every measure is being afforded to ensure that affected parties and peoples are able to continue their cultures and practices. Emissaries to the fae courts have been sent with the hopes of negotiating fair terms regarding the new regulations and suggest alterations to current practice such that mortals need not find themselves faced with the consequences of signing contracts they did not believe to be real."

What is very clearly a dead god and a being of dreams is in the doorway of the cafeteria, patiently standing there with a clipboard. Their true form has faded significantly and is barely visible, but he can just about make out the conceptual abstraction of vision. Their more typically perceivable form takes the shape of a humanoid with the head of some sort of fox adorned with horns, a long feathered tail, and two scorpion's tails sprouting from their back.

@spoons-and-coathangers

"Hey there fella, you have a really unique look."

Mike realizes how that could come off and corrects himself.

"I specifically mean the astral component, most people don't have an astral component to their appearance."

"Ah, you must be Mike. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. As for my astral component, that's a leftover from before I died." Their expression remains flatly neutral throughout, and they don't leave the doorway.

"Mm, yeah, dying is always rough. Hope you didn't take it too hard."

Mike waves them in, "Come on in, I have plenty of food. I can even cater to more immaterial hungers if that's what you need."

They smile slightly, reminiscing something in their mind.

"I took it better than most of my colleagues, given how many of them don't exist anymore." They pause to look around the cafeteria before entering. "As for the food, I don't believe I have ever partaken in anything like that. Perhaps I will have to return here when I am not occupied with work."

"Sure, come by any time! Just walk through any door on the grounds while thinking about lunch and you'll be here!"

They nod once. "Noted. Speaking of the aforementioned work, my current business is informing all involved persons about the new regulations regarding the signing of contracts in dreams. You and Myrdin are the last names on my list, as you were deemed the least likely to be affected of all who might possibly be."

"Oh, yeah, uh. I do dream stuff, and Myrdin does contracts, but neither of us have done a contract in a dream, I think?"

#osha-cafeteria-worker #oshaverse

Again, they nod once. "Then you should indeed be unaffected. I am still obligated to inform you of the changes, however. The Council of Contracts, in conjunction with the Council of Dreams, has decided that, since the majority of mortals now view dreams as some form of manifestation of the mind rather than visiting the dream worlds, all contracts made within dreams are now null and void due to the implication of the signee not believing it to be real."

What is very clearly a dead god and a being of dreams is in the doorway of the cafeteria, patiently standing there with a clipboard. Their true form has faded significantly and is barely visible, but he can just about make out the conceptual abstraction of vision. Their more typically perceivable form takes the shape of a humanoid with the head of some sort of fox adorned with horns, a long feathered tail, and two scorpion's tails sprouting from their back.

@spoons-and-coathangers

"Hey there fella, you have a really unique look."

Mike realizes how that could come off and corrects himself.

"I specifically mean the astral component, most people don't have an astral component to their appearance."

"Ah, you must be Mike. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. As for my astral component, that's a leftover from before I died." Their expression remains flatly neutral throughout, and they don't leave the doorway.

"Mm, yeah, dying is always rough. Hope you didn't take it too hard."

Mike waves them in, "Come on in, I have plenty of food. I can even cater to more immaterial hungers if that's what you need."

They smile slightly, reminiscing something in their mind.

"I took it better than most of my colleagues, given how many of them don't exist anymore." They pause to look around the cafeteria before entering. "As for the food, I don't believe I have ever partaken in anything like that. Perhaps I will have to return here when I am not occupied with work."

"Sure, come by any time! Just walk through any door on the grounds while thinking about lunch and you'll be here!"