chroma | WEEK SEVEN: ENDGAME

ENDGAME

Sunday morning starts peacefully enough. After the events of yesterday, it was probably a relief to go about your evenings, reveling in the presences of your friends and loved ones, grateful to be alive and well. Everything is quiet until around noon when alarms start going off on your phones. It’s a gentler sound than the noise that once alerted you to the executions to take place on Sundays. You can always ignore it until 1 PM, but then you’ll blink and find yourself back in the Central Node once again.

The color in the node seems a little brighter as the archway where the Tree once stood continues to shimmer. The fog has gently blown back, revealing an opalescent area just past the entrance. It’s warm and it’s inviting, little tears in the air around it showing off different places you may know as home.

You get the feeling that perhaps, finally, the Prism has listened to your wants and desires. Nothing is forcing you out right away, though nothing is making you stay either. The clock from the Tree continues to tick, counting down to twenty-four hours from now.

The Prism isn’t what it used to be, though all of the nodes have reverted to somewhat pleasant locations albeit drab. Take a tour of places you haven’t seen before, or say goodbye to the places you grew fond of in your time here.

Take your time to say goodbye. There's nothing stopping you from going to someone else's world - but you'll find you need to be careful. The Prism is a delicate thing, constantly in need of balance. You'll need to maintain it, if you're going to use it to go from place to place. All it takes is color - something strong, both positive and negative. When you come through to visit other worlds, you have to offer something that you have faced from home, big or small. A good day, the happy vibes from a birthday party, the sad vibes from a funeral, the pain of an injury. Coordinate, and take care of the space you have cultivated. It's your responsibility now to make sure the Prism doesn't try to hurt itself in its confusion.

You could even stay here if you wanted, now that the Prism’s cleaned up again. You'd slowly forget, just like the Residents did, but it'd be a long process. You could live a normal lifespan in peace.

Or don’t. So many of you are ready to return from where you once came. And that was never really the point, right? You have to face the music. It was always about taking your problems head on, and not running away.

Your phones will still work no matter where you go. You may not always be able to be together in person, but you'll always be in each other's contact lists.

As for your Residents, both current and past? It seems that Thinker, Revenge, and Scout have all vanished, their items mysteriously missing and pieces of themselves left to be regained. As for Dreamer... you don't know what happened to him.

For the living Residents, well. Fret, Rindo, Caduceus and Ei have a decision to make, too.

Make good choices, now. Balance is key.

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[ Hi!

From one of the branches of the tree, there’s one of the ye olde timey little hanging jail cell things and in it is some purple guy. He’s just chillin’. Or however you’d describe mostly looking blankly into space while idly tearing blank pages out of an old journal and tossing them to the breeze, legs kicking below him.

He has a cup of applesauce too, apparently, but is not eating it. Maybe there's some deep subconcious trauma there idk. ]

[ looks up

nods in heliohoes. ]

[ hmmmm. his tail flicks. and then tosses a bunch of torn up confetti paper over him. ]

[ thank you for the confetti. ]

So, the Prism put a few things back in order huh?

[ ... head empty.... ]

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headmt - 2022-04-10 19:52 (UTC) - Expand

[one of the blank pages catches the breeze...

...and thwaps jiuqing in the face.

she looks up at the little hanging jail cell and the purple guy within it. huh.]

...hello?

[ blank stare.

then more paper confetti! yay!]

[oh. hm.

that blank stare is a little concerning. did. did they do this? did they mindwipe him?]

...are you alright?

headmt - 2022-04-10 17:48 (UTC) - Expand

countermeasures - 2022-04-10 17:54 (UTC) - Expand

[ Hi. Did you get a nap? ]

Huh? Are you on time out?

[ what the shit is a time out

hooray more paper confetti ]

[ wow headmt ]

Do you uh. Have your memories or anything?

[ there he is

vax folds his arms and looks up at this cage. his wings are back on. he is equipped with so many dnd things again. ]

You ready to go? There's someone who's going to want to have a conversation with you.

[ rattles the cage bars? hello? ]

[

is there a lock on this cage he's flying up ]

headmt - 2022-04-10 19:53 (UTC) - Expand

daggering - 2022-04-10 21:39 (UTC) - Expand

[ waves ]

Hey! Are you yourself again?

[ just a totally blank stare in response to this.

so maybe? ]

Mm, it felt a little weird when I first stopped refracting, too. It sounds like you were dealing with it for way longer, though.

I hope you're feeling better, at least.

[JUST LOOKING UP AT THIS PURPLE GUY WITH HIS APPLESAUCE.]

...Did someone actually write this down...

[Who jailed Dreamer this is hilarious actually.]