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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[meteion]

[ this is not cash money.]

Nobody would want to go through that, I think.. [ from what she has learned here... from everyone else. and it doesn't feel okay. how could Meteion be okay with that? it hurts even just to hear it. even so, she closes her eyes, her head tilting to the side as she holds those hands so firmly in her own. purposeful, protective-- ] ..Can you not go to another star instead?

[ after a moment, it's with the help of color, but she takes that as permission from his response as a means to reach out to him- to open up that pathway. so she can feel whatever it is he's feeling in this moment, thoughts he has said to her certainly-- but what about thoughts he's hiding?

give me the dynamis deets, flurry. ]

[fretbro]

[well

he's not lying - he's desperately frightened of what's to come. but there's a bit of resignation there, and a little bit of determination. optimism and hope that is... trying, very hard to make it to the surface. exhaustion, too. his thoughts are much of the same, a lot of quiet little fragments of i don't want to and i don't want to leave any of you.

he's too tired to hide much.]

I don't think I can. I'm supposed to go back and deal with things. And I can't just leave Rindo alone.

[meteion]

[ ah, that strong feeling of fright has her trembling, but she pushes past it with a firmer grip of those hands. it's that bit of determination, optimism, hope-- that she lends her own feelings to him. a feeling of comfort and hope.

she wishes she could do more. instead, she can only feel and respond. ] I understand... I can feel it.

[ her eyes remain closed, shaking her head a bit. though when she looks back at him.. her eyes are watery. ] I wouldn't want him alone either.

[fretbro]

[deep breath.]

We know what happens. So... so maybe we can fix it. [he brings a hand up to rest on her cheek, brushing under her eye gently. no crying!!]

I'll make it. I have to.

[meteion]

[ she's trying not to!! emotions are hard. she leans to the touch, wings fluttering low. her emotions come in thoughts, heard by him. "So many stars have led to ruin because the civilizations.. the people in them have given up. I want to believe in you- in you both. That you can fix it."

It comes from that form of hope. ] ..Even with or without the archways, I'm capable of traversing stars with my dynamis.

I could come to visit your star. [ Mayhaps after her report is finished, she can visit. To help in some way. ]

[fretbro]

[it helps, at least. a little bit of hope, a little bit of belief. it's okay. they'll make it, they have to.]

I'd like that. [he says, soft.] If you can make it to where I am, and I'm still around, I wanna see you again.