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CRISIS ON INFINITE DREAMWIDTHS: EVENT END

AT THE END OF THE WORLD

The sound isn't unlike thunder when the universe begins to crack apart. Loud, thrumming thuds that tear the sky and the fabric of reality. The nexuses are being stomped out, engulfed back into the void one by one.

Characters may be in these nexuses as they're slowly engulfed by the cracks. Some may be saying they're final goodbye's to old friends, new friends, or simply watching as the apocalypse descends on whichever world they're in.

And then, just before they're about to fall into oblivion - they're snatched away.

IN CENTRAL CITY —

Outside The Alliance HQ, Chaos Gate and the Silent Mystic stand with their eyes tightly shut, hands linked together as one. Above you the sky has turned a deep crimson. The crack is a yawning chasm as buildings are torn apart brick by brick, falling into the abyss.

If something isn't done soon then you're all dead.

This world is a nexus and this can't be changed, but it can be pulled from the 'between' it has fallen into, and restored to its proper place. This will require an enormous amount of energy. The mystics bid the gathered to join hands: they ask you to remember their world, the one they left behind and tether this world to it. Your strongest memories may bleed out, giving the people around you a glimpse of who you are, what you were.

The universally displaced are here with you. This is a last mingle opportunity. The comm will remain open so people can continue to play any threads they didn’t get a chance to during the run of the event. They too can join hands and share their memories, but as they are not tied to this dimension, when it’s restored they will either return to their own worlds or the nexuses they left behind.

CONNECTION —

Everything goes dark.

It feels endless, swallowing your sight as well as all sound as it closes in. Slowly, glowing threads begin to appear, tying one person to the next, then to the next, and so on. Only those who are linked to Metaheroes are tied with these golden glowing threads. The threads flow down to their feet and then shoot up towards the sky.

There's a boom, different to the thunderous cracks of before. The sky rushes back into place, day and night speeding by as it hurries to realign itself to the proper date and time. It's dizzying, for a moment, before it begins to feel grounding. Right.

The air feels different. Fresher, somehow. The sky is brighter; the world seems fuller, like it has been allowed to become what it should have been all along. A cheer goes up. The people are elated, relieved to see the sun again.

Players may be troubled should they have ventured into other worlds. They have seen the nexuses that have fallen to ruin, know how they too once felt exactly like this.

THE WORLD CONTINUES TO TURN —

The world has been restored to its proper place. Interdimensional communication is coming through again. The Guilds, exhausted as they were putting fires out across the non-meta cities, are relieved. Perhaps this is finally over.

With the return of interdimensional communication comes the return of interdimensional travel as well. This technology has been used in this world before; it was only with the advent of the recent powerful Confluences that it all went dark. Now that it’s back, the Guilds start to make plans immediately. It will take a little time to organize everything, but once they have a system in place, it shouldn’t be too difficult to locate everyone’s home universes and return them there. They set a tentative date for September 4th to start trying to return everyone home.

That being said, the government is none too happy with any of this. The Guild Systems were put into play by two metahumans who wanted the best for the world, as a means to protect them from those who would do them harm. Years have been spent slowly wrestling control from those two and now there is an opportunity.

Behind the scenes a storm is brewing. If they can spin this to blame the Unaligned then perhaps they have no more need for the Guilds. The Society is a thorn in their side that they’d like to finally be rid of, but they’re essentially untouchable. The Unaligned, however, are flagrantly breaking the law. Constantly putting themselves in the spotlight, making it all too easy to yank the rug out from under the metahuman leaders.

How wonderful for them that these strangers from away have made such a wreck of the trust in the systems that protected the metahumans of this world.

Mechanima is all too aware that things are about to go to hell. The Society is welcoming all metahumans, regardless of moral alignment, to join them. It is heavily encouraged among the rumor mill that the Unaligned should start reconsidering their position.

As the days go on, things begin to change across Meta.

Excelsior has become vehemently anti-metahuman. While this outrage may pass, they’re passing new AI laws in rapid succession. Limitations on what AI can and can’t inhabit. Limitations on robot bodies, on mechanical prosthetics, on the research that can be done into what gives things the spark of life. Magic is essentially forbidden within the city. Any abilities that can be mistaken as magic are treated as suspect.

Sunset Falls is worse for wear. Yet the people remain as grateful as ever to the metahumans who stepped in to save them. That gratitude outweighs any fear that they could have caused this - Sunset Falls has disasters all the time that have nothing to do with interdimensional weirdness. They continue to be unbothered by the metas among them.

Central City, having witnessed all the off-world metas stepping in to save them, is oddly grateful for this - but they haven’t forgotten what happened. The disappeared are among them again and are unharmed despite their sojourn through the universe, but the fact that it happened at all is cause for concern. Confluences are a problem. They want answers, they want solutions.

Little Love remains untouched and unchanged.

I DREAM A DREAM SO PRETTY —

Two days after the apocalypse is averted, every off-world meta will find a pillow lying on their doorstep. It doesn’t matter who you are or where you live - one of these pillows will find its way to you.

If you’re quick or wary enough, you may be able to catch a glimpse of the being that placed it there: a figure clad in blue robes. They’ll appear seemingly out of nowhere and lay the pillow down before vanishing into dust. Should they happen to notice they’ve been spotted, they’re clearly started, and lay a finger to their lips before departing.

Atop the pillow is a note: an invitation from the Dreamers of the Willow Maiden. You would have undoubtedly heard of this group: they have a presence in this world, though their reputation’s benign. They’re oddballs and weirdos, but ultimately harmless. They believe in the power of a good night’s sleep - literally.

If the note is to be believed, then the Willow Maiden herself has requested an audience with you, and this audience can only be granted in the world of dreams. Should you accept this offer, the note explains, all you need to do is lay your head upon this enchanted pillow. Sleep will come to you quickly.

Your dreams will be extremely vivid. There are recurring themes bleeding through them: your greatest accomplishment juxtaposed with your greatest failure. The moment you could have acted but stayed still. Highschool embarrassments. Falling. Flying. Here in your own dreamscape, you’ve got more control than anywhere else; you feel as though you can do anything. But beware: these dreams grab for you, both the nightmares and the fantasies. It can be easy to lose yourself and forget what exactly is real.

Luckily, the dreams grab for others as well. Sleeping metas may find themselves involuntarily wandering into one anothers’ dreams. Visitors to a dreamscape don’t have any powers outside of what they normally would, but they can reach out to the dream’s host, should they want to.

If no one else arrives, don’t worry. She is patient and waiting, and doesn’t mind that you stumble. Fall too far into the abyss, and she’ll reach out her hand to steady you.

THE WILLOW MAIDEN —

As you find your way out of the haze of your subconscious with uour allies at your side, the Willow Maiden greets you. She is a massive tree nymph, long-limbed and wooden. She is curled against an enormous tree, looking like a statue. At your approach, she lifts her head from the crook of her arm and extends a hand in greeting. Her smile is warm and motherly. You may feel distrust, but that feeling of safety and protection that guided you home radiates from her.

“You from a far away land, come to this world and made its own.” Her wooden lips don’t move, the words echo through your soul itself. “I can do little for you now but issue warning. Danger is waiting in the dawn, in the shine of her sword. You won this battle, your strength and the strength of all those you have touched has saved you… but she is coming.

She is coming.

“My time is short… your words cannot reach me as you are now. Carve yourselves a new future. One in this world and all others. Dream, and in those dreams, you shall become more powerful than even she can stand. My gift is the gift of new life, new lives, new futures… I have shielded you from her gaze until I could no longer bear it and now… I must rest. May the next time we met be true conversation.”

The Willow Maiden lays her head back down on the curve of her arms. Within moments, she’s asleep.

You wake. Not with a start, but as though you’ve been gently roused from a deep and restful sleep. The dreamsharing effect lingers, and can reoccur off and on throughout the month of September, but you will not find your way to the Willow Maiden’s realm again.

IN SUMMARY.

The fourth wall ends in a near apocalypse. Characters will have a chance to say goodbye while the metaphorical walls are closing in. They will be pulled back from the brink at the last second.

Through the collective effort of metaenergy, Metaheroes will rejoin the multiverse, tethered to the worlds which playable characters come from.

As a result, there's tentative optimism that characters will be able to go home

Anti-meta sentiment is growing across Excelsior, and within governing bodies. Government officials will begin looking to blame Unaligned heroes for various crimes and disturbances.

It's a good time to pick a side. Or don't.

Amidst all this, The Willow Maiden invites players to Meta's first dream share event. The dreaming effect lingers and characters may find themselves intermittently sharing dreams throughout September.

However pleasant this is, however cathartic - it doesn't change that things are tense in the waking world. The Willow Maiden's warning will ring in your ears, too: who is coming?

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[Well there was a lot to be seen there, wasn’t there? The memory hits with the force of a damn ton of bricks, and David staggers back a step out of the whole sharing when it’s over. He has to catch his breath, and does his best not to let it race away from him, caught up in the fear that he felt over the whole sensation of falling, endlessly falling.

Geez, that was a thing. But it was enough of a thing that David found himself needing to push through the crowds to find the source. Loki. Not either of his Lokis of course, but he can fill in the gaps of who that has to be then. The other one. Sephiroth’s one? Or maybe the other one pulled in during all of this. But they look the same, and when he sees the face that he knows fits the memory, he suddenly doesn’t know if he should be looking for the man. It’s… an invasion of privacy. And yet…]

Your dad’s an asshole.

[ loki blinks, taken off guard. ]

I beg your pardon?

Your father. He can be a serious asshole. Seemed like a fair observation. At least, he is in my world.

[And he imagined in Loki’s as well, for such a small dismissal of what was no doubt a serious offense, to cause Loki such grief as to let go. And that? That got to David.]

[ ah. the moment clicks. one of his memories must have been seen. ]

That does seem to be true. Though many have said the same about me.

You travel with a Loki long enough, naming him as your friend even as he kinda sorta screws you over from time to time, and you learn to know it’s more complicated than that.

[Lokis are… well, family in a weird way.]

You would call him friend?

[Ah, that’s definitely a question isn’t it? David offers a smile, genuine too.]

Yes, even when he cons me or frustrates me. We were teammates once. More than that, I care for him, even when he doesn’t care for himself.

[ huh. ]

That's not an impression I got.

Which part isn't the impression you got?

[Not that he thinks it matters. Exasperation with Lokis doesn't remove how he cares for Ikol and the kid both.]

That he did not care for himself.

[David wants to laugh. There is a serious amount of self-loathing in a Loki in his experience. But he also understands that his experience is limited.]

He doesn’t always care for himself. That’s what I was saying. And sometimes he forgets that his friends love him. And want him around.

[ yeah, that tracks for him certainly. if loki had friends. but it's weird to think of the other loki like that. not surprising, just . . . jarring. ]

An easy thing to forget, sometimes.

[David offers a smile and a shrug.]

Trust me, I get it. I had to come to terms with alternate versions of myself a long time ago. Granted most of mine were trying to kill me.

We would have probably done that too if we hailed from different points of time.

[ this is fact. ]

[Of course it’s fact. David understands what Old Loki did to Kid Loki to create and give power to Ikol. Okay, maybe he doesn’t fully understand, but he knows it happened.]

We weren’t from different points in time, just different dimensions. I think there are more than a few darker versions of myself out there. And that I was forced to face them was his fault. Doesn’t make me care about him less.

[ #doubt. loki would. though admittedly, caring about himself is the pits. he's not fond of it. ]

Hm. I suppose.

[Okay, maybe he should see if he can throw this Loki off his chill some then. Just for giggles.]

We dated for a bit, Loki and I. It didn't work out. I'm not suited to him, through no fault of his own.

That is a very sensible way of discussing it.

[ it sounds very boring though. ]

[Nope, no rise at all. David sighs. This Loki is clearly a pile of laughs.]

Remind me to introduce you to my friend Sephiroth sometime. The dryness you two offer in conversation would compliment each other quite well.

[ now loki does react, albeit not strongly. ]

Ah, you're a friend of his?

We met not long after his arrival. He tells me that he knew me once.

[David grimaces a little at that. The idea of there being memories of his that he didn't have was... horrible. Miserable actually. Not knowing someone who had been a friend and having to start over is a thing.]

[ hmm. loki cocks his head at him. friend or potential rival??? ]

He seemed to recognize me as well.

[David was far too smitten with his adoring sky pirate to ever chase Sephiroth. Though that comment gets a smile from David. An excited one.]

You're him then! The Loki he was looking for. He asked if you were here when we met.

[ the tips of his ears colour briefly. ]

I . . . believe so, though I do not recall it.

[Knowing how to interact with a Loki means trying to read their body language. Which, of course, barely ever tells even those with some measure of practice in it a single fucking thing.. Really? It's frustrating to David that sometimes he can read the guilt from a mile off and sometimes get nothing at all.

So such an obvious reaction sparks intrigue.]

We're in the same boat there. He seemed disappointed that I didn't know him. And that I wasn't sure if you were his Loki, the one he was looking for. Granted we'd only met briefly when the youngest-you decided to deal with a demon, so I didn't have a lot to go on. I'm glad he found you though.

[The guy was clearly not one that opened himself up easily, so knowing that he had even echoes of friends around was a relief. And something he wouldn't have to ask Sephiroth about to feed his curiosity. He'd basically decided not to press too much on it given the swordsman was allowing him some lessons in fighting. And then doubled down on not prying when an evil version of the man had nearly killed him.]

Who knows, maybe we'll remember him some day. Weirder things have happened. Like me needing to come up with multiple mental labels for Lokis seeing as this month my tally seems to have gotten us up to five. Six if you count that girl online who claims to be a Loki.

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