It’s! Blanketfic! Time!

[arrowace]

WHO: Bluebell
WHERE: Bluebell
WHEN: 41, on towards evening

The Ranger Formerly Known As Mute just sends out the cryptic cube call, “my tower. Bring your bedding.” And then hangs up. Thanks Ranger Formerly Known As Mute.

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[featherduster]

Uh, well, anyway, you get the point I think.

[finalefantasy]

[she does register that fucked up moment but he doesn’t seem to want to address it so she’s just like. sweats]

Um…would you like to see one? A train, I mean?

[featherduster]

[ dw about it ]


. . . ? Can you--?

[finalefantasy]

[he feels the mental equivalent of an outstretched hand. not intruding, not trying to get him to open up. just offering something small, like a shell picked up off the beach]

[featherduster]

[ He reaches back, the barrier around his mind opening a cautious, tentative fraction. ]

[finalefantasy]

[he sees a train like a bullet of liquid mercury, whipping through a city of wet chrome on magnetic rails. the whole city is enclosed in some kind of geodesic dome of greenish crystal; he can see the shadows of reefs and see creatures beyond, and the people walking through the memory are aquatic, scaled and strange. he smells salt and metal and heavy, humid sweetness. Hope keeps any personal feelings about it apart, giving him only the sense-memory.]

[featherduster]

[ --!!!

For just a brief moment, the wonder is genuine and childlike. Like a gap in dusty, heavy curtains that lets just a little sunlight in. ]

Whoa . . . they go so fast!

[finalefantasy]

[she sounds pleased; a littl shy]

I hoped you'd like that one.

[featherduster]

In the little glimpses I've seen, your world seems beautiful.

[finalefantasy]

Oh! That's not my world at all. That's...one of the ones my sisters visited.

[featherduster]

So there are some good ones mixed in with the bad after all.

[finalefantasy]

It wasn't...that they were all bad. Or sad. When they got there.

It's that...they all died. All of those stars we remember are now dark, if they weren't already when my sisters arrived there.

[featherduster]

. . . I see.

[ i mean he knows astronomy, so ]

What happened to them? Did they reach the end of their lifespans and burn out?

[finalefantasy]

No—oh. When we say stars, we mean worlds, not suns. I’m sorry if that was confusing…

My sisters compiled a report on their findings. It is very long. But every living civilization they observed eventually fell into despair, into death or the closest thing they had to it. It…

We were all created to find an answer, a conclusion to the meaning of life. That was what they found. It was too much.

[featherduster]

. . . Well, I can't say I really know much of anything at all. But I feel like no one can or should have that answer.

[finalefantasy]

And yet, we were made.

We cannot unmake ourselves, or deny the purpose poor Hermes gave us.

[featherduster]

[ .............................. ]


Nope.

Incorrect.

[finalefantasy]

[tilts her head]

What do you mean?