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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Comments

[slashay]

Sure, sure! Though it's a pretty boring war...

[Compared to a PERSONAL VENDETTA and all. His is very Business-Like, "no hard feelings" type stuff. But he nods anyway!]

Wah, sounds good! [He has no idea what this is.] Maybe we can make a little party of it. No drinks though, no worries.

[godcards]

[ shrug. ] Drink as much as you want, it's supposed to be a celebration. You don't need to look out for me. I think I'm supposed to be more responsible, now.

[slashay]

[Just thinking of Chinatsu and her enormous amounts of exhaustion.......]

Hah - well! If you say so, then I'll believe you. I'll bring some fireworks too, so it can really be a party!

[godcards]

[ she knew what she signed up for. ]

Is this going to turn into one of those house decorating things? You know, with things people like...

[slashay]

[She really did and she went for it anyway. Messy hets.]

House decorating things? [HE'S BUT A SWORD WHO KNOWS NOTHING.] I mean, it'll be your celebration party, so it can be whatever you want it to be.

[godcards]

Then let's just keep it simple to food and fireworks. That'll be enough.

I've never had my own celebration party before.

[ he grins - there's been a lot of new experiences, a lot of 'firsts' in such a short time. it makes him realize just how much he's missed, when he's been so focused on being a villain.

things are different now. ]

[slashay]

[A whole new world of options awaits...]

Heh, yeah? We'll have to make it extra good, in that case. The best food, the flashiest fireworks! Maybe some nice gifts, too.

[THIS IS A CELEBRATING-A-VENGEFUL-MURDER PARTY NOT A BIRTHDAY PARTY.]

[godcards]

[ THIS IS JUST HOW METALLICS CELEBRATE IT'S FINE ]

I'll leave it in your capable hands, Kashuu.

[slashay]

[CELEBRATING... MURDEROUSLY. But also fabulously. He just nods at that, though, before his expression softens a little and he reaches out to briefly set a hand on Malik's shoulder.]

...Take care out there in the meantime, yeah? I'll be keeping you in mind and pushing some extra fortune your way. [Blessing of a god!!!! The god of being spoiled.] See ya soon, Malik.