Ego - sasakure.UK
君はまだ、生きてるの？
うたはまだ、続いているの？
この世界の隅っこで まだ
くだらない事 考えてんの？
Just a heads-up...
This is an ongoing exploration of the system Songs We Sing, by gentrigger. The rulebook can be found at https://gentrigger.itch.io/songs-we-sing-demotape should you be interested.
Ego - sasakure.UK
…うたよまだ、続いてくれよ？
僕がもう居なくなっても
君はそのまま、うたっていてくれよ
この世界の隅っこで
0. Vignette - Opening
✧ Hilltop, cave, town. Which one?
⏻ …cave?
” cave.
✧ Cave it is.
The underground reverberates with the remnants of a dull thud from moments ago, a cloud of dust and dirt snaking its way into the surrounding ruin just below the glaring hole in the stones above, a floor and ceiling that is now neither.
One groans, another stutters back up, and the third stands as if nothing is wrong atop the others—and their small pile of rubble they lay on.
”Well, I suppose this is why they call these things ‘ruins’. Though I’d hoped we’d make it further into this one than a few steps before it showed its disrepair…”
So speaks Handspun Winds of Repose, the light and light-footed Reverie. /ey look around with a visible air of concern glinting in glistening sunset irises, waiting for /eir animate scarf to alight back around /eir neck after the drop. After that moment of checking to make sure nothing seemed to have been too disturbed by their fall, /ey then help the others up.
” for our readers, how do you say those pronouns?
✧ Either a short pause, followed by the letters, or a sound that somewhat resembles the lowercase l. That sort of softer lead-in to the letters following e.
” (thumbsup)
With one hand, up comes another rather regular looking figure slightly shorter than /em, and with the other, /ey stabilize an Armature. /eir arms are exposed, though the rest of /eir body is under a sleeveless monochrome dress with button fasteners on both shoulders. A warm cap sits on /eir light auburn hair, and a similarly fluffy-looking umbrella rests in a clasp on /eir back, the hilt sitting just at /eir hip.
”All good?”
...Yes? ii seem to be fine.
The Armature responds first, with the other poking around in her pockets to make sure their two bags are both safe (she sighs in relief soon enough, indicating all is well.)
”Okay! Good to…Huh. Do we just. keep goin?”
She peeks around a few different directions, wondering where the stairs back up even are, if that matters right now. They have something to retrieve from here, and Winds can always help them back out if they don’t want to bother finding the stairs later.
Well, "This request won't solve itself!"
The Armature, who we can now name as Wish Upon an Echo of a Star, strikes a well-known pose all famous detectives somehow seem to share when they’re pondering their options. Quite imposing, as the tallest of the group, and being reflective in the dusty morning light. Its outfit is in fact the same appearance generally, taken from their costume bag during the short walk here after the group had accepted this request, and lacking a pipe since there is no mouth to pretend to smoke from it. The ‘only’ things belying its getup as a facade right now are the magnets and stickers covering its frame, the lack of actual spirit in its screen’s gaze (its signal box ticks to its grey light as it speaks, a habit to be clear that what it’s saying is intended as a quote and not a stim or honest phrase), and the instrument pack on its back.
It does immediately drop the pose and light, however, ticking back over to a neutral foresty green.
We do seem to be on the level of the ruin mentioned. It should not be that far from where we...slipped in.
It looks up, making sure that the stones are done falling, and indeed they are.
The final member of our group here, the smallest by a margin, Spark-run-gnarl, leans back and forth on the balls of her feet as she finishes looking around, picking a direction at random in her head. As soon as Winds nods in agreement, she gets a move on. The grey-beige uniform she wears with its green and black highlights threaten to blend into the darkness, but her brighter mail bag and personal bag serve as a pair of starboard and larboard beacons, especially as Wish turns its light up to a beacon.
A little bit of housekeeping.
There wasn’t a good time to do this earlier, so it ends up here, between introduction and campaign start proper.
Opal (✧) plays Handspun Winds of Repose, a Tailor, and is the ‘main’ GM if that distinction matters here (the role is passed around a fair bit). Io (⏻) plays Spark-run-gnarl, a Courier. Aria (”) plays Wish Upon an Echo of a Star, a Fool. Should anyone else join in later, we’ll make a note of it, but as of the first writing session, this seems like it for now.
As this is still a tabletop system, rolls and moves will be described in callout cards much like this one as encountered. The character sheets will likely never be shown in full, but with enough time and actions, the reader should be able to piece them together if they want to.