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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[daggering]

[ this is valid

anyway he's not really expecting the shove to the chest - vax catches the object in his hands, almost fumbling it before he looks down. for a brief moment, he's surprised? because it looks familiar

..... ??? ]

[vedrskogul]

Keep it.

Death doesn't have to be the end-all of things.

[ Sure, he doesn't know what the fuck it means to be a champion of some death queen or whatever, but he knows what the stream is like in his world. In it, reincarnation is -- maybe it's not concrete, that they don't know for certain, but they believe in it to be real. And even if not, he's seen the souls that persist in the stream, holding on for hope, for preserverance, to see all they love succeed before they finally move on... and hopefully, come back anew. In a happier life, made by their hands and their sacrifice.

Either way, stop making it sound like Vax is just gonna disappear off forever. Even if it's objectively true or not -- he can leave with an in-person goodbye and a funerary gift at least, no? ]

[daggering]

[ weh

the look on his face changes from confusion to... surprise, to something utterly touched, instead. vax looks down at the dragon scale, and... after a long moment, curls his hand around it.

he probably won't be able to keep it. shadowfell is not fond of objects made on mortal planes. but... it means something, it means a lot, and he takes that and death doesn't have to be the end of all things to heart.

... vax huffs, and drops his head, hiding his smile. ]

Guess I'd know, huh. [ ... ] ... thanks, Estinien.

[vedrskogul]

[ Gross........... except for once, he doesn't actually seem to mind all that much. You soft-hearted bitch, you. ]

'Twas good, knowing you.

[ Short, and simple. As it always has been with him, direct and to the point. ]