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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.
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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[He smiles slightly. Honestly, in retrospect, he should have just gone into teaching. Too much damn ambition for his own good.
Doreen's right, though. All these alternatives and might-have-beens hardly matter now.]
I have to admit, I don't love how many people around here seem to know some awful version of me. But, scientifically speaking, you're right - there's infinite versions of both.
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Plus, a lot of the people who know the jerk version of you are from my universe, which is really skewing the statistics. Gotta think of this mathematically.
[ You can't argue with math, let alone science! ]
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[Which...well, he can't say what to make of it, but at this point it sure doesn't seem that random!]
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[ She's kinda throwing spaghetti at the wall here, but it seems decently logical! ]
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[And some of them, like Robin, clearly still had something going on. Maybe it was just more supernatural entities than superpowered people? Honestly, Otto has no real idea what was up with any of the 80's kids.]
I still don't think this ought to qualify as a superpower. [He clicks a claw. For once, it's not really self-deprecation; it's just that this is technology! Or, depending on how you look at it, a horrific lab accident. Hardly the same as whatever Spider-Man's got going on.] But it did bring a good amount of craziness with it.
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[ They don't have a great track record with stuff like that back home! ]
Aw, what, the squad totally counts! I mean, stuff like this is hardly ever intentional, y'know? You just roll with whatever weird circumstances you're thrown into, and make the best of it.
[ Whether you accidentally fuse robot tentacles to your back, are born with squirrely superpowers, or get bitten by a radioactive spider (not that she knows that particular origin story! ]
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[Some folks blame it on Spider-Man, but having had some experience, Otto thinks it's all coincidence. Or perhaps some kind of cosmic fate: where there's about to be some supervillains, you need a hero. He was never one to put much stock in such ideas, but that was before half his friends had literal magic.]
Really? I'd have thought people would be trying to harness that, in a world like yours - give themselves powers, or someone they could use. [A little grim, but like is he wrong]
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Don't get me wrong, it does happen, but unless you have some unusual stuff going on genetically or magically or otherwise, the bar to entry is pretty high. You'd have to be insanely rich and have some serious technical know-how in order to make your own super suit.
[ COUGH COUGH TONY STARK COUGH. ]
... Or else rich enough to hire somebody to make one for you. Sometimes it works out well! And, because rich people are sometimes jerks, sometimes it doesn't. Speaking of which, if someone from my world named Melissa Morebeck shows up here, avoid her at all costs, she's a rich jerk with superpowers.
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[Otto briefly tries to think of anyone he ought to warn her about...but no. Anyone he can think of is already a known villain in at least a couple other universes.]
I built the actuators with Oscorp funding. Though of course this wasn't what I had in mind - a suit would have been better, if I'd decided to run around fighting crime.
[One of these days someone's just going to shoot him from a distance. Not too much the actuators can do about that.]
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[ Did that reference land? Probably not, Otto doesn't seem like he'd be into giant robot anime or the modern cinema classic that is Pacific Rim, Doreen's just really excited about the idea of a giant octopus mech. ]
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God, no. No - I never would have set out to do anything like this in the first place. I thought Spider-Man did good work, but that's a far cry from deciding to become a vigilante myself.
[It's a ridiculous idea. Except, of course, he sort of has. But that wasn't deliberate, he didn't just decide that a middle-aged scientist whose greatest exercise was walking a few blocks to the nearest subway stop was the best guy for the job.]