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Who: Pregame arrivals
When: Day 1, Morning
Where: Shrine Room!
What: Introductionsss? And I guess being dead feelings!

[So, in an apartment largely unfurnished, save for some shrines and basical appliances, a small group of formerly dead people start popping up...]

((Just go for it, guys. I will have Del out doing explanations soon! Mingle etc etc))

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Rebuilding humanity is no small task. Particularly when you seem to be favoring gathering men.

I am the goddess of human creation, children I can provide, when it is time. Now, I think you would agree, is not that time.

And women will come as well, you are only the first. We will need many more than you handful.

Then what is it time for, Dellen? What service would you ask of a dead leading man?

First, we retake this building, they will be out headquarters for everything that follows.

... You are occupied. What has disassembled your humanity surrounds us now, then?

I should ask, can I die again? I don't know if I could stand the shame of it.

It is in every room of this place, you will have to fight it back at every turn, and secure what you recover lest you lose it again.

And you are not immortal but... it is in our power to bring you back, if you do.

Then I hope I never require that particular service.

I don't suppose there is any pay in all this struggle. The privilege of continued existence?

[=|a]

Of course we want this to be your home now. And you are in the position to build the society that will come from it. What else would you wish?

Oh, I'm want for nothing, of course. Nobility is its own reward, when there is no alternative.

I fear for your society, madam. But if it is a fight you require, that I believe will come naturally right about now.

I don't. Society is what humans make of it. It is not my interest to control or direct it. If you fear for it, then you are one who will do your best to see it done well.

Be careful, and take someone with you. Don't underestimate what lies outside those doors.

[Abruptly more sour, turns to go towards an exit, drawing his gun while he goes]

I've no taste for upholding any law of the land, much less presiding over it.

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