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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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[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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[Actually, he's pretty sure it was on his, too. It's just kind of hard to think about as a concrete thing when he can't really remember much of home.]
anyway
maybe she can help us out after she's done being mad
then we don't have to do as much work
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[Sans only remembers dumb things.]
i was hoping someone else would have grabbed her by now
but i guess we just head over there and try to talk her down
if we have to drag her out that's probably fine
as long as we don't hurt her
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for some reason
so i don't think she's going to want to hurt us if we can make her realize who we are
but yeah we should send some sturdy guys in there first
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Ah, son of a bitch.
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DO YOU HAVE THE RECIPE???
[If you think Papyrus is anything but serious about making food specifically to try to bribe and befriend a very-potentially-dangerous potential-friend, you haven't remembered enough about Papyrus yet.
This feels like something he's done before, too.]no subject
the squid makes 'em
maybe he'll give you the recipe
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THANKS FOR THE GOOD IDEA YOU TWO!
[He's not about to drop this whole network announcement because there is a lot being shared and he doesn't want to miss any of it. But unless something drastically happens to interrupt him, he is going to try asking Miso Fou.]
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I mean, if you can keep it from being eaten. Then, no one's gonna have a home. But hey, we fix this, and you'd be home by now if you lived heeeere!
[why'd he start to sing.]
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Look, what I want is irrelevant, because it's not about want, it's about being actually able to, and--
Out of here. Is. Where I imagine we would all like to be.
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[Wow, Greg's pretty.... specific.]
Listen, I get it. It sucks. Your whole life sucks. Honestly, your name even kinda sucks. And I know you want somebody to be mad at. I don't mind it being me.
But you gotta understand, I'm not a person. I am everything. I can't do anything physically, because I am just an independent personification of the very will of the universe itself.
So you and me? We might not be as different as you think.
[Yeah, like how actually both Leonard and Greg are equally uncool names???
Greg doesn't actually seem really angry saying this, though. The narrowing of his brow over the slightest smile is more challenging than scolding.]
But "Out of Here", the big here or the little here, ain't comin' unless you get Lucretia to stop becoming the Little Shop of Eldritch Horrors, and if you don't do it without offing her, you're gonna have to work a lot harder to get more of the information you're missing.
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Listen. Universe. Plane of existence. Existential crisis in a suburban dad costume.
There seem to be people who actually know what's going on here, know who she is, know why a baby voidfish is a big deal, are not terribly put off by the idea of a soul in an umbrella, and generally seem to have their shit together. Can't they just talk to her and figure out what her big fat deal is so she can eat a Snickers and chill out? And I can, I don't know, take yet another walk around the islands looking for whatever I haven't found yet since I don't know what I'm even looking for.
Or wait for people to get their brains hacked for more information. Apparently.
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[Hold up, wait a minute, record scratch. No, literally, there's a little record scratch as Greg mimes pulling back a record as though rewinding.]
Wait... Is this really about KV? You know Sans wasn't gonna hurt them, right?
I wouldn't let 'im. KV's personal information is all kept behind a wall, so no one else can tap into it. Maybe, you know, one last defense against the hunger.
[There's doubt in his voice; the genuine sentiment that he's actually unsure about that last defense bit specifically.]
No one can get in and change KV or Niely or anyone else here on this island. I just needed KV to carry some extra files I can't make words happen for.
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How am I supposed to know what Sans would and wouldn't do? Did he know what he was doing? Did he know what he was looking for? What if he gets in someone else's head--did you hide things in everyone with, with personality behind a firewall? Are the rest of us hackable while we're here on Metaphor Island?
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Well, no, I didn't make you. Or unmake you. All I could really do was see what makes you guys up and copy enough things to make something else out of it.
If there's anything out there like that.. And, well, I've gotta be honest, I still can't even tell you what the Hunger is like... and I couldn't ever explain the extent of magic.
I guess it'd be unfair of me to say it's impossible...
But do you really think Sans or Sayori or even KV themselves would?
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