leave the snow and leave the slush | Glowfic Constellation

Being a daemon sounds better than total nonexistence to her, but she's not a fussy celestial. "What's the state of prophecy?"

"That's a very broad and strange question. We are not sure exactly what you mean by it."

"Does prophecy exist?"

"Yes."

"Why wouldn't Lord Asmodeus want people to fish in the ocean, or get salt from there, or sail across it?"

"The ocean is an anomalous location. No god remembers and will admit to placing salt within it, but it has something salt-like nonetheless. Given this and other more concerning reasons, we and others including Asmodeus discourage the extraction and ingestion of ocean 'salt'. Fish from the ocean may have odd biology with unknown interactions, and sailing across it is a high-risk endeavor, airship travel is wiser."

Well, she's out of questions that could plausibly be used to orient her, at least for now.

The sourceless voice breaks the silence. "Does your species not use furnishings?"

"No, we do."

"Do you simply not want any?"

"Why are you asking?"

"There is a sign offering furnishings. Were you unable to read it? Many species use furnishings, so it seemed nice to give you some."

Right. Celestials. Might as well see how they respond to absurd requests. "Well, I'd like a bed with linens and a down quilt and pillows and some curtains to block out the light, a setup for disposing of bodily waste, a chair, a table, a Prestidigitation item if I'm not to be allowed my own magic." Does she actually want a fire. Not really, the temperature here is very even. "Some changes of clothing. A comb. I'd like some dining utensils but I'm not sure you're ever going to offer me actual food. There were rations in my bag when I arrived, if you need a reference." What has she heard that nobles tend to have. "A bathtub that fills itself with hot water and perfumed soaps and lotions, and towels. Some music boxes or self-playing instruments or such."

The sign about furnishings and the starfield image are no longer present, and the room now contains:

A canopy bed. The curtains are open, but look like they'd be pretty solid light-blockers if closed. It does have sheets and pillows and a quilt.
A table with an upholstered chair at it. The table has:
- Some folded clothes
- Forks of varying sizes and numbers of tines, one of which has a side kind of like a blunt knife.
- A knife that looks more capable of cutting bread or meat that is not also a fork
- Spoons of varying shapes and sizes, one of which has a hollow tube as a handle
- Two smooth tapered sticks
- A small pair of tongs
- Flexible hollow tubes, including a very small scourge made of multiple hollow tubes which merge into one tube in the 'handle' area
- A range of sizes of bowls, plates, and cups
- A really large pile of music boxes
A chamber pot, but attached to the floor for some reason.
A bathtub, with taps and a door in the side, a built-in seat, and built-in shelving with bottles and bars of soap.
A cloth mat on the floor by the door of the bathtub.
A towel rack, with towels.

"What effect do you want a magic item to provide?"

What. Who does this.

Even if she were an honored guest she wouldn't expect this kind of speed. Also, that's kind of an absurd amount of dining utensils. Also, why is there a knife and a scourge? People don't just give those to prisoners. Is the scourge somehow supposed to be a dining utensil? How does eating with a scourge even work? And why does the bathtub have a door in the side, wouldn't the water leak out? She also didn't request a specialized floor towel but she can at least follow the logic there.

"A cleaning effect."

There is another item on the table, and the voice explains its functionality.

She starts poking items. None of them are illusory, except maybe the music box's music, but if it's a figment that doesn't mean it's not a working music box. None of this makes sense.

"Why are you doing this?"

"To be nice."

"Isn't this expensive?"

"A bit, but not very. Why?"