[jk i thought this seemed like a good spot for memshare so i'm sliding it in before i go to bed. in the few moments that she's quiet after that, there's a memory shared in return-]
[and it starts with the certain knowledge that everyone else, all six of your friends, are dead.
they died, somehow, at the beginning of this cycle, after your ship was shot down; you went down with it, and while you don't know exactly what happened, you know they never left the marble city that stands out against this somewhat desolate world's scenery, and you know that you have been pursued ever since.
you know that if they're gone, then you have to live. you're the last chance that all of you have, because as long as one of you makes it, then it'll be okay, but if you don't... if you don't, that's the end of your escape from the hunger, the end of everything you've been trying to do for decades now.
you've spent the year like this: fleeing from officers of that city's court who refuse to give up their pursuit, figuring out how to repair a starship, figuring out how you're going to get it off the ground once that's done, evading marauders trying to steal it from you. you just have to make it. you have to finish out this year without dying and without losing this ship, and you have to get off of this world when the time comes.
and as you somehow, miraculously, manage to guide it away from this plane of existence when your year is up, when this world's doom comes and forces you to flee, you watch the empty space of the ship's deck intently. you know how this works. you know. but you still can't breathe easy until you pass the barrier and white threads begin to knit their forms back together, and you see them take shape, and you let yourself slump back against the bridge where you were standing for that first flight 65 years ago. your head falls into your hands, your breathing still labored from that desperate escape. they're back. you made it.
"i made it. i made it," you murmur, almost more to yourself than to them. "they tracked me down and i got away on the ship but they kept following, for a year i ran and i hid, and i had to fight, and i had to repair the ship in secret-- i had to learn how to repair the ship, i was the only one, if i died too-- i don't even know how to fly the ship! i fucking made it."]
these don't get any easier? at least this one is kind of a happy ending, but there's so much to unpack at first that beau just sort of - slaps her fist against the wall, and closes her eyes. whew. okay.
this is the most futuristic of ones she's run into so far. deep breath.]
Oh- that was the Starblaster. [a completely normal name.] A ship built to explore our planar system. Originally, the mission was just to leave the Prime Material plane and... observe everything from the outside for a few months before returning.
...it didn't, no. The source we used to be able to build that ship in the first place is something called the Light of Creation. With its help, our world's researchers were capable of creating the Bond Engine the ship uses to function, but the Light-- we later learned that it was essentially a beacon for something that pursued it relentlessly, something that required its impossible power to grow.
The day that we left on our mission, our home was... devoured, by that entity, but we were able to escape to a new planar system in the process.
We didn't. We don't know exactly how or why, but the first time we crossed the barrier... we were essentially recorded there, so as you sort of saw, even if we died, we'd be returned to the same state we were in on leaving home.
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... Yeah. Definitely. I've thought a lot about what I'd do with, uh. One more minute, you know? And I've had more than that. [sigh.]
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[and again, there's a pause, before:]
Does he know?
[how much does beau need her to not say.]
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No. He doesn't. [as of this conversation! haha!] He didn't want to know. I'm sure you saw his tattoo that one week. The fear one.
[molly your tiddies]
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[she was aware of the tiddies, she has eyes.]
I'll keep that in mind, while we're here.
[jk i thought this seemed like a good spot for memshare so i'm sliding it in before i go to bed. in the few moments that she's quiet after that, there's a memory shared in return-]
[and it starts with the certain knowledge that everyone else, all six of your friends, are dead.
they died, somehow, at the beginning of this cycle, after your ship was shot down; you went down with it, and while you don't know exactly what happened, you know they never left the marble city that stands out against this somewhat desolate world's scenery, and you know that you have been pursued ever since.
you know that if they're gone, then you have to live. you're the last chance that all of you have, because as long as one of you makes it, then it'll be okay, but if you don't... if you don't, that's the end of your escape from the hunger, the end of everything you've been trying to do for decades now.
you've spent the year like this: fleeing from officers of that city's court who refuse to give up their pursuit, figuring out how to repair a starship, figuring out how you're going to get it off the ground once that's done, evading marauders trying to steal it from you. you just have to make it. you have to finish out this year without dying and without losing this ship, and you have to get off of this world when the time comes.
and as you somehow, miraculously, manage to guide it away from this plane of existence when your year is up, when this world's doom comes and forces you to flee, you watch the empty space of the ship's deck intently. you know how this works. you know. but you still can't breathe easy until you pass the barrier and white threads begin to knit their forms back together, and you see them take shape, and you let yourself slump back against the bridge where you were standing for that first flight 65 years ago. your head falls into your hands, your breathing still labored from that desperate escape. they're back. you made it.
"i made it. i made it," you murmur, almost more to yourself than to them. "they tracked me down and i got away on the ship but they kept following, for a year i ran and i hid, and i had to fight, and i had to repair the ship in secret-- i had to learn how to repair the ship, i was the only one, if i died too-- i don't even know how to fly the ship! i fucking made it."]
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these don't get any easier? at least this one is kind of a happy ending, but there's so much to unpack at first that beau just sort of - slaps her fist against the wall, and closes her eyes. whew. okay.
this is the most futuristic of ones she's run into so far. deep breath.]
... What? [starts with that.]
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[that's all she says at first, taking a second to gather herself. it's a lot to re-live.
but, after a moment:]
Honestly, I don't-- I wouldn't know where to start on this one. Why don't you tell me what makes the least sense and we'll just... go from there.
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[space?? all of the stolen century arc? DRIVING?]
Uh. What... what were you on?
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And that obviously didn't fucking happen. [planar system makes sense, though. she follows that.]
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The day that we left on our mission, our home was... devoured, by that entity, but we were able to escape to a new planar system in the process.
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... Oh. [she rubs at the back of her neck.] Shit. I'm sorry.
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[maybe lup was right. maybe everything it ate can still be saved.
she does miss it, either way.]
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[...]
Long time, huh?
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What you saw, that was-- it was the sixty-fifth year since it happened.
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[HELLO]
... how many times have you done that?
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[...]
Did you guys just not age until you got to the last cycle?
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Do you guys have that?
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