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chroma2022-04-09 10:12 pm
saturations) wrote in chroma2022-04-09 10:12 pm
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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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you'll probably see him with a piece of paper clenched in his hand, stalking through the prism like a man on a mission.
catch him here or find him vibing somewhere later, probably on the apartment rooftop, looking out over the prism one more time.]
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he may be grumbling to himself about someone being a fool and an idiot.]
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likely thinking maybe if anyone could find him, it would be Emet. ]
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he is so focused on this, keeping his eyes peeled ahead of him as he huffs onward through the prism in search of a different bird.]
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but she will Finally say something after who knows how long. ] Emet-Selch?
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[he pauses, there, turning to her.]
How long have you been there?
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[ she holds up her paper a little, gesturing at his. ] You're looking for Vax, aren't you?
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someone
is stealthing away from this
very sneakily
i rolled a 7 (+17) so its sneaky but its not that sneaky ]
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however a bitch has soul sight, and he absolutely catches sight of his soul if not his physical presence. the fact it wasn't visible to his eyes without it has him immediately headed that way, because if anyone is going to be hiding--
(that, and... despite not having seen vax's soul before, there's something familiar in it nevertheless. he feels he knows this soul, on sight.)]
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dice maiden gave me a solid perception roll so he just seems to keep slipping emet for a little bit, but. eventually, he leans against a tree and settles, for a moment, eyes on an archway ahead that seems to lead to an infinite void.
catchable ]
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[he says, as he joins him at that tree. quiet, for a moment, before:]
I was right. 'Tis nigh impossible to miss a soul such as yours.
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welp. busted. he freezes up just a tiny bit like a guilty cat, but it doesn't last - the feathers poofed out behind him flatten again. with a little bit of a grin: ]
...Sweet talker.
[ lol, ]
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doing something similar, a paper in one hand and a small stuffed bear tucked into her other arm. there's a bit of recognition in her eyes when she spots emet with the paper.]
...I see.
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Go get him!
[GET HIS ASS.]
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