first one to make that doctor who joke loses

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Who: Everyone! All of you!
Broadcast: Maybe!
Action: Definitely!
When: Anytime during the toxic moon event!

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[boy oh boy, isn't everyone just so excited to explore this... charming... place...?

this is a game-wide mingle and the timeframe isn't super-important, so throw in with whatever you want! play war games, go shopping for gas masks, get lost in the wilderness, hide up in the Iskaulit and refuse to set foot on the moon, anything goes.

here's the main event info post for reference! have fun!]

Comments

[precedented]

[ He smiles, nostalgic. ]

Nothing does compare to being on a team.

[grandstanding]

[A family might. He chases that thought away.]

Still, the intention was always that you would leave them when it was time to go home.

[precedented]

Of course. It is important to know when to stay and when to part ways. I did, long ago.

[grandstanding]

Is that right.

[Since he's just taken one of Leto's pawn, he'll follow that up.] And what did Aather do, for those it sent home?

[precedented]

It gave a wish. For heroic service, apparently. One could choose to continue to work at Aather or return home. The choice was ours.

[grandstanding]

Why on earth would anyone want to stay.

[He skips right over the wish. They're pointless things that never work.]

[precedented]

Aather was a gentler world than the ones you're used to. Less chaotic, less . . . determined to push you down under the heel.

[ He toys with the rook. ] I may not have liked the Personae, but their intentions were pure. The world we were in was a world we changed, created through our own actions.

Oh, it had its difficulties, but teams trusted each other. Listened to each other. I don't blame people for staying though I can't say I fathom it.

[ His gaze flickers back to Erik. ]

The Library. The Mirror Realms. They were weak, underdeveloped copies run by beings with no foresight, no concept of an ending.

[grandstanding]

[Ah, so here was someone who'd bought into whatever system was being run. 'Their intentions were pure' - Erik doubts that very much. Good intentions have paved the way to plenty of wrongdoing. If there were teams, if the structure was similar enough that Leto insisted on drawing comparisons... then it wasn't so. He didn't need proof of that.

His expression, not that open to begin with, shutters further. He ignores the niceties, descriptions of things he doesn't care about. (Not anymore.)]

And what makes you think theirs was the copy? Others have existed.

[precedented]

True. I never said Aather wasn't a copy in its own right. Simply . . . different.

[ He shrugs, moving his rook forward. ]

Whether you believe it or not is, of course, your decision.

[grandstanding]

[No, what he said was that it was better. In his implications, if not in his words.]

Well, thank goodness for that.

[Shifts his queen back four spaces.]

[precedented]

[ He hums, chasing after her. ]

You did ask.

[grandstanding]

I'm aware.

[precedented]

[ He chuckles softly, knocking down a pawn. ]

Do you find me that unbearable?

[grandstanding]

You're talking about things you shouldn't know, that I haven't told you.

[It sets his teeth on edge, because it's familiar. Like Charles. Only this was entirely alien to him, and wearing a somewhat familiar face.]

[precedented]

If it helps, I cannot perceive your thoughts or mind. Unfortunately, there is only so much . . . control I am afforded with my abilities.

[ It's not placating. He's well aware of how it comes across and he'll make no excuses for it. But he won't make excuses for how he is either. ]

[grandstanding]

[He glowers, and falls silent. But only until he makes enough moves to capture Leto's pawn.]

What are those, then?

[And what are you, goes unsaid.]

[precedented]

I can perceive time. The probabilities in time. What was, what is and what could be.

[ He fiddles with the queen briefly. ]

It's an ability afforded to me by . . . ah, certain genetics. My father was an . . . experiment of sorts. I'm the end result.

[grandstanding]

[An experiment. Even now, it chills him somewhat. The idea of perceiving time is even stranger, despite his recent experiences with the vagaries of time travel. He fixes Leto with a considering look, before returning his gaze to the board.]

Does that make you some kind of prophet?

[precedented]

[ That word makes him scowl, so he turns his gaze. ]

Of a kind, yes. They wanted someone who could see all avenues of time. My father could, but I can see a little further.

[grandstanding]

[Seems like he struck a nerve.]

Even in a place like this? [Where so many realities are colliding, meshing and clashing together.]

[precedented]

Time is time. It may slow down or speed up, differ from the reality you know, but it is no less the same. That doesn't mean what I know is final. I simply know . . . all possibilities.

[grandstanding]

Hmm.

[He lets that sit, after Leto is done talking. A few moves later, he moves a knight into position.]

Check.

[precedented]

Not bad.

[ He takes that knight with his castle. ]

Now that you're in another place once more . . . do you have any plans?

[grandstanding]

[The response is so long coming, with Erik just frowning at the chessboard, that it might seem like he doesn't plan to answer. Eventually, he does, in a flat tone.]

No.

[Plans would mean accepting that he's here indefinitely. He's not willing to do that yet. Acceptance is defeat, and despite himself, he's trying to ward off that kind of resignation.]

[precedented]

[ He hums lightly. ]

Well, company might be on its way. You may want to consider it.