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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[rindude]

[...he eventually wanders into the central node, lingering back for a moment before he approaches and softly bumps his shoulder into fret's. he doesn't quite say anything yet, but he's also looking at the archway uncertainly.]

[fretbro]

[just gently links their arms together.]

Hey, Rindude.

[rindude]

[well. he allows it and steps a little closer.]

Hey. [. . .] ...weird to think we can actually leave, right?

[fretbro]

Yeah. [...] I kinda still don't want to. Leave, I mean.

[rindude]

Can't say I blame you. [and a part of him actually almost says he doesn't have to. like. the idea of going back is so bad? but simultaneously he's aware they're going to have to, eventually.

but he doesn't say any of that and instead thinks of something else.]

...one of the others would probably let you go with them if you really wanted. [it's a light, hesitant offer. it's a pain in the ass when you want what's best for your best friend but you also don't want to let go despite not knowing what's coming next.]

[fretbro]

[he shakes his head even before rindo is finished speaking.]

No, I'm not going anywhere. [actually, he just flicks rindo in the ear.] I'm not going to make you go home by yourself, Rindude, that's dumb. We both gotta go back to figure this out.

[rindude]

Ow. [it's murmured more out of reflex than anything and he narrows his eyes, but they're standing close enough that it's kinda hard to miss the way his shoulders sag just slightly in relief.]

Okay, okay. It was just an idea. But...we gotta go back and fix things. [he blinks suddenly like he's just remembered something important though.] I was...talking to Damien about this. And he said maybe we could both just go back to the last thing you remember? You still exist in that version of the timeline, so maybe we can figure something out to prevent my timeline from happening.