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Mar. 10th, 2012 01:37 am
othersdie: as fragile as a butterfly in May (Anxious: Anywhere but up)
I hope that everyone has had time to recover from their experiences in the desert.

That was a strange curse, and strangely anticlimactic. I don't know what I was expecting, but it's worrisome--the sudden split, the apparent lack of control that the deities had over the event (but their amount of control has been brought into question before now), the abrupt disappearance of the desert. The City has an inherent instability to it. I understand that. I wish I understood something beyond that.

Someone--Rosella?--mentioned an hourglass. It seems like sand has always been making random appearances in the City (as far as I can remember) and everything seems to revolve around time: the Clock always (or almost always) ticks, the twelve apartment complexes are arranged around the center of the City like numbers on a clock face, most curses last twenty-four hours, other curses are so regular that they could be marked on a calender.

Sand and time. Did the hourglass get turned upside-down? Is there any significance to the fact that one City was sand and the other was glass when glass can be made from sand? How much control do the deities have and how much power do the other beings that we've seen before have? How much power do we have?

Not that it matters. The City exists whether or not we're here, whether or not we remember, and whether or not we care enough to worry about what it is and what its purpose is. Maybe the City isn't a sentient thing or a twisted experiment; maybe it's a world like any other where individuals don't mean anything. Maybe the Clock would keep ticking if we all vanished (if a clock works in a universe where no one can hear it, does it make a sound?). Right now, I'm inclined to think of us as grains of sand in relation to the City as a whole.

Filtered to Neil and Todd // Unhackable )

Private // Off Network )

[ooc: The triumphant return of mopey tl;dr that no one can read!]


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othersdie: are you exiled in those bottomless nights? (Absinthe: The poet's drink)
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If anyone is looking for me, I'm at the welcome center.  Inside.


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[Justin has been in and out of the welcome center since Friday.  Being welcoming--or talking to people, for that matter--isn't his strong suit, but it had seemed like a fine idea when he had volunteered to cover for Euphie. 

He hasn't ventured outside much, choosing to leave that for the more enthusiastic volunteers.  Still, people do wander in on occasion.  Anyone who meanders into the center this evening will find Justin hunched over the front desk, a book and an unlabelled bottle before him.  He's determined to avoid unnecessary conversation; it may take some effort for visitors to get so much as a 'hello' out of him.]


[ooc: This is late.  Really late.  Backdating is awesome, anything goes, and feel free to move any encounters to a more reasonable day/hour (just indicate the time change, if you would be so kind).  Did I mention that backdating is cool?]

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