WEEK SEVEN: ENDGAME

[saturations]

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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[highrisk]

[ damien's here.

is he relieved about world hopping? who's to say. is he relieved to go home? i mean you would think, right. ]

[aitou]

Damien!

[YOUR PUPPY IS HERE TO SAY GOODBYE!!!!]

Are you taking anything with you?

[A coffee for the road]

[highrisk]

[ his puppy!! ]

... Nah, everything here sucks.

[aitou]

[STOP Damien's not wrong but he laughs.]

Even the people?

[highrisk]

Especially the people.

[brotograph]

[ hey honey hey ]

Looks like you can message me.

[highrisk]

Good. I'll text you when I'm bored.

[brotograph]

I'll send you a bunch of pics.

[highrisk]

Ehh, only send me the good ones.

[rindude]

[binch.


but he stops next to him with his hands in his pockets, glancing at damien first and then at the archway.]

Be honest. How disappointed are you? [he's kind of kidding.]

[highrisk]

[ hmm. hey kid. ]

... Meh. 7 out of 10.

[ what does that mean. ]

[rindude]

Could be worse, I guess. [what DOES that mean?] ...kinda glad I caught you before you left though.

[highrisk]

Could be a lot worse.

[ and a little nod. ]

Yeah. Same. [ even though he doesn't really know what to say because goodbyes suck but at least it's not permanent but also he doesn't know riff's life so it might be permanent. he's in hell! ]

[countermeasures]

[she just


smiles at him]

[highrisk]

[ she can have a smile back? ]

[countermeasures]

I'll be dropping by to visit after I've seen to some things in Daxing.

[and if she ends up having to bandage his wounds or something when she shows up she'll be a little miffed. stay!! safe!! sir!!!]

[highrisk]

Warn me first.

[ because his house might be messy.......... ]

[slashay]

[HE'S HERE. He's here to reach for Damien's hands.]

Looks like you're really gonna have to remember now, huh?

[Their world hopping...]

[highrisk]

[ yeah alright ]

Eugh. I don't wanna have to come through here to visit.

[slashay]

[He's just giving Damien a look.]

You're really gonna leave us hanging for that?

[highrisk]

... Nah.

[ tempting though ]

[classmate]

[ i'm not making a tl god i'm so tired so i gotta jump him here too ]

Damien.

[ hey they sure did (redact) yesterday and then she just went and brought him a son. also, i should note that she's got a certain blue floral hair accessory with snowdrops tucked in her hair. ]

Are you ready?

[highrisk]

[ don't talk to me about tired. anyway he's not looking at her hair accessory. it looks like it was made kind of poorly. :/ ]

No. [ said very easily. ]

Are you?

[classmate]

[ Damn I wonder why. ]

Mm. I can't say that I am, either.

It's going to be... different.

[fleshedout]

Hey.

[She's coming up to him, looking him up and down with a little huff.]

Going to greener pastures, I hope?