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Wishcoin Anda in Frostpunk
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"Hi! I'm a friendly magic person from another universe. Want anything impossible done?"

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"...What? No, what, you're having me on. Magic isn't real and if you want to prove me wrong, give me a bloody pineapple."

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"Okay!" Anda holds their hand out and then here is a pineapple. It definitely wasn't there a second ago. "Want to be unaging and immune to disease? That's one of my favourites." Being Anda is fun and they're not sorry.

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"What!"

He grabs the pineapple.

"Alf, what's going on over there?" The woman shouts.

"I- Food!"

"Food?"

"There's- This stranger just appeared a fruit- Thank you sir- Huh, spiky? It does look like the one in the book."

The other two are setting down their tools and coming over.

"Well, I'll be a defrosted rat. That's a tropical fruit, they only grow above ten degrees centigrade and take years to do so."

"Have you got your knife? Let's cut it up."

"I do. Ah- Come in, if you like- Should we really have it ourselves?"

"I don't get the impression Mr. Pineapple here is particularly limited to one," Alf says faintly. "He mentioned curing diseases too."

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"You can have as many pineapples as you want! Also if you're going to eat it right now we should have plates." Plates: happen. They're pretty blue ceramic ones because it's not like those are harder to either conjure or vanish than paper.

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There's a workbench nearby that doesn't have anything besides a bit of sawdust on it; The plates can go there. One of them gets out a big utility knife and starts trying to find the best angle to cut into the pineapple with. They don't appear to intend to wash their hands, though they do take off their work gloves first.

Alf comments, "I'm not entirely sure I'm not dreaming."

The woman says, "If you're making food, pineapple is a rare treat but it's also a bit, hm, sharp? Not to everyone's taste necessarily. At least, that's what my grandpa said. My favorite meal is probably a nice hot potato soup, maybe even with a bit of meat. But if you're really as Santa Claus as it seems p'raps filling warehouse three with cans would be faster."

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"I can do both!" Potato soup, with beef, and bowl and spoon. "Which way to warehouse three, and should I just put more of whatever's already in it? Also I'd like to talk to someone who knows what would need to change to make agriculture easy here instead of hard, can you point me at someone who fits that description or failing that at Sarah Sampson or Larry Medici? The person who helped me get here recommended them."

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"Thank you kindly. Sarah Sampson? Strange choice. Can you make a map of Imperial Smelter?" Presuming the answer is yes, "We're here, in Chough district. Supplementary industrial and storage. Three is this building, I reckon anything edible and lasting will do. Sarah's place is in Bevings, up here, residential. And Medici is one of the head engineers, he'll be in Mine or Smelter districts." Point. "I'm not sure about farming but the steam houses are all over here, Atkins district."

It looks like a town of maybe 2000-3000 people.

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"Sounds good! Anything else I can do for you while I do that? I can be in a few places at once." Scrying the warehouse and putting food in it! More of what's in there plus everything shelf-stable from their old grocery store back home.

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The person taking inventory startles and drops his clipboard, then looks around in shock and leaves it there, walking towards the exit.

 

"Can I get new boots? And a coat? Warm as ya can have 'em."

"Ooh. Same. Pants too, may as well."

"Me too. What's your name, unless you want people to call you Santa Claus and think it's Christmas Holiday? Want anything in return?"

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Audio projection to clipboard guy: "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you!"

Boots and coats and pants, in the correct sizes. "I'm Anda. You could let me make you able to choose your own aging rate and also immune to diseases? Or if you don't want that you could tell other people about me so I stop being startling a little sooner."

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Clipboard guy asks if he's hallucinating or dreaming? They definitely do NOT have this much food.

 

"Isn't that like... Hubris? Surpassing God's design or something?" 

"Screw God." This seems to startle the other two. "If God sent the frost he's evil, and he didn't he's unworthy."

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"Everything is okay, or at least as okay as it was two minutes ago," Anda tells clipboard guy, sticking an illusion of himself somewhere conveniently visible. "I'm a friendly magic person from another universe and I want to solve problems. Someone asked me to put more food in here. If I messed up your inventory I can get you a count of everything." Scry-shoulder-surf the clipboard for the desired format.

"Who is this God person who might object to people being healthy? I should give them a chance to talk me around but it's not likely."

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"Uh... Sure. I mean- Someone probably ought to tell the Baron."

 

 

"God created the world and set everything in motion and passed down teachings. He saved everyone from Hell and will guide them to Heaven so long as we live good and faithful lives according to scripture."

"Or so they say."

"Not today, Harrel. Of all days! I have faith. Everyone should have faith, we'll be happy in the ever-after."

Harrel shrugs.

"The decline of Christianity here is a shameful thing."

Harrel sighs. "Shouldn't have said anything."

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"I can go tell the Baron if you want. Want anything else before I go? Immunity to aging and diseases? Recently dead people you'd like back alive who would have somewhere to live lined up?"

"I'm very confused, can you explain your dispute like I'm from another planet and not especially bright?"

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"Christians believe among other things that a very smart, very magical person created the world and everything else. This person is called God. They also say that God left instructions on the proper way to live a good life, and that evil people will suffer forever after they die and good people will live in paradise after they die. I think they're wrong and it's all made up."

"It's more complicated than that," The woman says, sulking a bit. "There are recorded miracles, and teachings from the Apostles..."

Alf is Super Staying Out Of It.

 

In the warehouse:

"...You can return the dead to life? Praise God! Please, my mother and brother both froze in the last Whiteout. I have enough crownmark saved to support them."

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"If some people are suffering forever that's obviously the biggest problem and I should raise someone from the dead to check. Someone in the other room just asked me to raise their dead relatives so that's, uh, convenient inasmuch as someone being dead can be convenient. Please hold for a couple minutes and I'll get back to you with results."

In the warehouse: "Okay!" and a pair of eights to get this person's dead parent and sibling back! And not in the forking way, to be clear, they want those people removed from anywhere else they are and located here instead, with healthy bodies and all their memories including anything they experienced since they died.

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The now-trio in the warehouse go into a tearful, if confused, reunion. The two resurrectees don't seem to remember anything past being trapped in an overturned truck in a blizzard.

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Anda turns off their visual on the room and then as soon as the lack of post-death memories is established they turn off their audio.

"Okay," they say to the religion debaters, "the resurrected people don't remember anything from being dead even when I specifically tried to make sure they would if there was anything to remember, so there's probably no emergency on that front. But bringing back a lot of dead people is a reasonable thing to prioritize anyway, once I talk to the Baron or other relevant parties about helping with infrastructure so you don't end up with more people than you have room for."

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...Angelique is going to thank Anda politely for the food and go pray now, thank you.

"We shouldn't take up any more of your time," Alf says politely, after that.

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"Okay! Would you like to be able to contact me telepathically in case you think of anything else later?"

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