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[A window pops up on everyone's bracers, forcefully installing the System Update that Sans and Sayori developed.
After it's finished loading, the messaging system pops back up, and a new message arrives. It opens without prompting, and a holographic figure projects onto the ground in front of everyone using a bracer.
The hologram is of what appears to be just a regular guy, some ambiguous schmuck. He's not particularly tall looking, wears a pair of big, black-framed glasses, his hair is mousey brown and trimmed short, and he doesn't even wear Faerun clothes.
He stands straight and confident with a smile on his face and his hands behind his back as he addresses the Reclaimers as if looking each of them in the eye.]
Hey! Hi! Hello there. Uh, wow, I gotta say, I wasn't expecting you to get through to me this way, but here we are!
That was pretty amazing.
Well, it's nice to finally meet you face to face! Or... face-to-hologram-projection-of-a-physical-manifestation. Hey! I'm your universe. That's right, the one you're living in right now! The one with uh, Faerun, and all the little folks running around there in places like Thay and Vista Virs.
You might know me as the Story. Some friends of mine like to call me Greg. It's kind of a little joke.
Uh, anyway, I know you're wondering why this conversation is so one-sided, and I'll try to field some questions at the end, but we kinda gotta make this quick, so, storytime! We've got— [he checks his wrist, which definitely does not have a watch.] — Just enough time for that.
Once upon a time, a small group of individuals got pulled throughout time and space, trying to fend off a pretty spooky-lookin' calamity. I'm talkin' end-of-all-worlds big. But saving worlds isn't easy, and more and more folks got pulled into a story and a struggle that was never theirs in the first place.
Those individuals found common ground and worked together to try and stop the calamity, and to reverse the damage it had done.
But despite their best efforts, it looked like they were destined to lose. Though they fought as hard as they could, a cult that sought to stop them from the beginning thwarted their plans and all of a sudden, magic, the hope they'd relied on all along, was snuffed out.
Cut off from magic and cut off from the planes, the heroes turned to each other and gave each other everything they had. They exchanged gifts of weapons, trinkets, armor; all in the effort of strengthening each other against the coming hardships.
As the nights grew colder, the calamity came upon them from the inside. The cult had found a way to plant a seed of doubt in their leader, and that doubt in herself consumed her, threatening to combine with the calamity that already chased the heroes.
None of them were counting on the fact that those heroes had made quite a few friends, notably detective Angus McDonald, a little boy of a particular kind. Those heroes were so kind to him, he'd do anything for them— even make a wish that could have been the end of him.
And so he did. He made a wish on a book that had captured a Relic's light, and that wish met up with all the other wishes those heroes made. Because you see, there's magic in hope. There's magic in love. And there's magic in a wish; Angus the dragon's wish; Lucretia, the cursed crewmate's wish; and yours, the wishes of stolen heroes. When the Relic amplified those wishes, I woke up.
[The hologram man grins even wider.]
I heard it.
I heard the hope in his voice and in yours and it reminded me of something really, really important.
It reminded me... that I really don't want to get eaten!
[The hologram man laughs, eyes crinkling behind his comical specs.]
I don't wanna end!
But see, the thing is, I'm just the story. I can't do anything myself. I had to figure out a way to get you guys all your power back. I realized that when Lucretia brought you here, pieces of your universes came with you. Those pieces became a part of me, including all of the magic that existed in you. With that magic, I was able to stitch the Weave back together.
In other words, we were able to fix the very fabric of magic's existence because of the magic that existed in you.
So I gave us more time by changing what time meant and brought you all here. If I stretched out time, it meant I could not only fix magic, but also take away Angus's entire memory of the thrall of the relic. I just... kind of took your memories of Candlenights, too.
Hey, uh, sorry, Angus, by the way.
The only problem with the whole idea was that in scanning some of the parts of your home, I downloaded parts that were eaten by the Hunger. They became like... vacant information, somehow, and the Islanders here called them "The Cursed." Since all those Hunger-copies really knew was searching for those Relics, they all gathered around the north side of the island, around the Relic that Angus used.
Now, I know that this still probably all seems like a lot of things that weren't your fault, but they sure are our problem. And like I said, I don't wanna get eaten. I'm sure none of you do either.
But I can't stop the Hunger without you.
You are the only ones that can turn this whole thing around. You are the little stars in my skies, the seams in the fabric that sews all your worlds together. You... are everything that makes me me, and I'm everything you bring.
Without you, I'm just... one big swath of space, a page that has yet to be written on.
So... are you ready to take the first step to stopping the Hunger?
((Greg will be open to receive tags (and answer questions) on this post/threadjack until Monday, but not all replies to this post are guaranteed to receive a response from him. You may use this post to speak amongst yourselves as usual, and may even be lucky enough to get responses from other NPCs!
On Monday evening, we will move forward with the CTA portion, starting with signups!))
After it's finished loading, the messaging system pops back up, and a new message arrives. It opens without prompting, and a holographic figure projects onto the ground in front of everyone using a bracer.
The hologram is of what appears to be just a regular guy, some ambiguous schmuck. He's not particularly tall looking, wears a pair of big, black-framed glasses, his hair is mousey brown and trimmed short, and he doesn't even wear Faerun clothes.
He stands straight and confident with a smile on his face and his hands behind his back as he addresses the Reclaimers as if looking each of them in the eye.]
Hey! Hi! Hello there. Uh, wow, I gotta say, I wasn't expecting you to get through to me this way, but here we are!
That was pretty amazing.
Well, it's nice to finally meet you face to face! Or... face-to-hologram-projection-of-a-physical-manifestation. Hey! I'm your universe. That's right, the one you're living in right now! The one with uh, Faerun, and all the little folks running around there in places like Thay and Vista Virs.
You might know me as the Story. Some friends of mine like to call me Greg. It's kind of a little joke.
Uh, anyway, I know you're wondering why this conversation is so one-sided, and I'll try to field some questions at the end, but we kinda gotta make this quick, so, storytime! We've got— [he checks his wrist, which definitely does not have a watch.] — Just enough time for that.
Once upon a time, a small group of individuals got pulled throughout time and space, trying to fend off a pretty spooky-lookin' calamity. I'm talkin' end-of-all-worlds big. But saving worlds isn't easy, and more and more folks got pulled into a story and a struggle that was never theirs in the first place.
Those individuals found common ground and worked together to try and stop the calamity, and to reverse the damage it had done.
But despite their best efforts, it looked like they were destined to lose. Though they fought as hard as they could, a cult that sought to stop them from the beginning thwarted their plans and all of a sudden, magic, the hope they'd relied on all along, was snuffed out.
Cut off from magic and cut off from the planes, the heroes turned to each other and gave each other everything they had. They exchanged gifts of weapons, trinkets, armor; all in the effort of strengthening each other against the coming hardships.
As the nights grew colder, the calamity came upon them from the inside. The cult had found a way to plant a seed of doubt in their leader, and that doubt in herself consumed her, threatening to combine with the calamity that already chased the heroes.
None of them were counting on the fact that those heroes had made quite a few friends, notably detective Angus McDonald, a little boy of a particular kind. Those heroes were so kind to him, he'd do anything for them— even make a wish that could have been the end of him.
And so he did. He made a wish on a book that had captured a Relic's light, and that wish met up with all the other wishes those heroes made. Because you see, there's magic in hope. There's magic in love. And there's magic in a wish; Angus the dragon's wish; Lucretia, the cursed crewmate's wish; and yours, the wishes of stolen heroes. When the Relic amplified those wishes, I woke up.
[The hologram man grins even wider.]
I heard it.
I heard the hope in his voice and in yours and it reminded me of something really, really important.
It reminded me... that I really don't want to get eaten!
[The hologram man laughs, eyes crinkling behind his comical specs.]
I don't wanna end!
But see, the thing is, I'm just the story. I can't do anything myself. I had to figure out a way to get you guys all your power back. I realized that when Lucretia brought you here, pieces of your universes came with you. Those pieces became a part of me, including all of the magic that existed in you. With that magic, I was able to stitch the Weave back together.
In other words, we were able to fix the very fabric of magic's existence because of the magic that existed in you.
So I gave us more time by changing what time meant and brought you all here. If I stretched out time, it meant I could not only fix magic, but also take away Angus's entire memory of the thrall of the relic. I just... kind of took your memories of Candlenights, too.
Hey, uh, sorry, Angus, by the way.
The only problem with the whole idea was that in scanning some of the parts of your home, I downloaded parts that were eaten by the Hunger. They became like... vacant information, somehow, and the Islanders here called them "The Cursed." Since all those Hunger-copies really knew was searching for those Relics, they all gathered around the north side of the island, around the Relic that Angus used.
Now, I know that this still probably all seems like a lot of things that weren't your fault, but they sure are our problem. And like I said, I don't wanna get eaten. I'm sure none of you do either.
But I can't stop the Hunger without you.
You are the only ones that can turn this whole thing around. You are the little stars in my skies, the seams in the fabric that sews all your worlds together. You... are everything that makes me me, and I'm everything you bring.
Without you, I'm just... one big swath of space, a page that has yet to be written on.
So... are you ready to take the first step to stopping the Hunger?
((Greg will be open to receive tags (and answer questions) on this post/threadjack until Monday, but not all replies to this post are guaranteed to receive a response from him. You may use this post to speak amongst yourselves as usual, and may even be lucky enough to get responses from other NPCs!
On Monday evening, we will move forward with the CTA portion, starting with signups!))
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UN: Wash | Voice
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No offense. For once.
The last part is wooooow, gee, y'know, I don't think anyone here in this entire storybook ever thought about working together before! What a brand new fucking concept! Glad I had a sentient story-slash-universe suggest working together to not die! Never would've occurred to me.
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It's magic, Church. Normal rules don't exactly apply.
And you wanted a reason to give a shit, not a unique reason.
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All of this is fucking weird. Once you accept that, it all gets a lot easier.
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Bingo!
I mean you're probably still gonna have to fight, but like, with heart! And Magic!
[. . . he's doing the jazz hands again.]
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Oh god, is heart magic a thing here?
W-wait, I thought we weren't going to fight the volcano lady!
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It might be? If Greg rebuilt the Weave out of all of us, then all of us working together might actually be magical all on its own.
Which...doesn't make this any less weird.
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Now uh, that said, if you guys just... can't. I mean, absolute worst case scenario cannot get it done... I'll do whatever I can to help. You just gotta understand it'll be a million times harder.
And I dunno if I'll be able to keep talking to ya after I have to pull something like that off.
So just.... try hard not to let that happen.
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Everything's gonna happen whether you like it or not.
Though I guess I kinda expected you to connect some more dots on your own you're... Church, right?
Yeah, something tells me you're gonna need a bit more... effort.
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So, yeah, newsflash, I don't remember any of this shit? I washed up on a beach and found out I have magic powers like I'm a wizard. [Sorcerer.] Some depressed lady who I guess ran some sort of weirdo organization did some dark wacky depression magic and turned herself into a prickly mass of thorns, cuz she's goth, I guess, and Beef BigMac threw everyone in a book to. Save us from the depression magic. Somehow. So Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way's in a volcano, the book's in some pretty sinister-looking coral, there's an umbrella?
An umbrella with a person inside it, man, I don't even know, but sure, why not that. If my weapons start flying around and talking to me cuz they're soul possessed, I'm walking into the ocean and staying there, end of story.
And some bad evil juju called the Hunger is happening. Something something bad, something something we're the only ones, for somefuck reason, who can stop the bad. Is that enough dots for you?
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Yeah, that's plenty. I mean, if I were you, I'd be pretty messed up about it, too.
But I can't actually give you your memory back, and I didn't actually take any memories beyond Candlenights. If you're having trouble remembering, well, that's stress, pal. And you're in a stressful situation!
But specifically you're the only ones who can stop the bad... because you're the only ones that remember the bad. That ichor you drank was those memories— I dunno if you remember that.
[Greg sighs, shifts, puts his hands in his pocket.]
Well, I guess you've got a lot of friends here.
If you want me to be honest, pal, it doesn't have to be you, if you don't wanna.
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Hm. Am I right in assuming we can't just tell people that Galactus is coming? Like, even if we weren't all stuck in a storybook. Even if it's a nice one.
[The less he comments on friends the better.]
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[Suddenly, Greg looks a little tired, pinching the bridge of his nose.]
Do you know about the baby?
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God, I'm really gonna hate answering this honestly, aren't I? No. I don't know anything about babies. Any specific babies.
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Haha, suits you, like-
[He very suddenly stops talking, looking at Church. Right. He should Answer.]
...Aha, anyway, that's the thing. You know about the voidfish, you know you got the memories from it's ichor. Well, it should only make sense that a baby voidfish would work the same way a voidfish does, right?
There's things I can't tell you without that fish. And, you're gonna love this one.
I don't have the fish.
Lucretia does.
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I've got so many things to argue and question, but I don't even care right now, because I genuinely don't know why we haven't all gone to the volcano already ever since we found out there's a path. It doesn't seem like this should be hard. We go through the cave thing. We go to the volcano. Ebony's in the volcano. She's the reason all of this has happened. We do whatever we need to do - which several people keep telling me the answer is not kicking her ass and I have yet to hear a convincing argument as to why that is - to get her to un-magic her thorny ass. We get Quarter Pounder to get us out of the book he put us in.
And then we all go home.
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so she's the one who can get us home
[Sans is here to help with this one reason not to kick Lucretia's ass.]
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but outside the book
lulu brought us there
so once we're out of the book we still aren't home
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...
Well, then I guess--hm. Guess people that need to go home will just-- [He huffs.] Does anyone need to go home, I guess is the important question first, which does seem, yes, like a really dumb and rhetorical question.
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