audio ; un: a.solo

[hopesparks]

[ There's a faint sound of wind in the background of his broadcast, as if he's sitting somewhere up high. ]

Hello. Again. [ Oof, okay, not the strongest start. ] I'm Anakin Solo, a knight of the Jedi Order, at your service. I sort of remember being here before, and I wanted to thank everyone who helped me out.

They offered me a bed at the orphanage, but I don't want to take it from someone who might need it.
How does housing work here, exactly? I don't mind sleeping outside, but that doesn't seem wise in the long run.

[ A pause. ]

By the way, I don't remember the sky being like this before-- is this normal? As normal as anything is here, I mean.

[ Another pause. He's clearly not in his element. ]

Thanks again.

[ The feed ends. ]


( ooc: let me know if you want to keep his tdm thread! i'm cool either way. )

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[hopesparks]

I understand. I'm sorry to hear about her passing.

[ Hesitantly: ] What did they want from her?

[onerthes]

In some ways... at least she is at peace.

Her grandmother wished to combine the ingenuity and innocence of humanity, their imagination, with the ability to manipulate the power of a dream. It created reality and made anything possible, giving her powers akin to what some call a god's. But her grandmother died to bring her daughter into being, and her other grandmother turned on the plan. She was unable to get support and training to control the power, leading to fearful populaces not knowing how to handle it, and an ever growing weakness as she opened the path to other worlds through her dreams.

Eventually it took too much from her, and she died. The nightmare was fashioned in those final moments from her power and the grief of those who knew her in life. Her grandmother's rage, her mother's despair, her father's refusal to accept reality and self delusion, her best friend's bargaining for more time, and one poor man who treated her kindly accepting that reality and waiting for an end he could not stop.

[hopesparks]

[ Everyone from before was brought here by a goddess. Blindly reaching out for help, maybe? He supposes only Julia would know. ]

If she was the one who brought people from other worlds into the Nightmare, who's bringing us into the Waking World?

[onerthes]

So... when she finally died, the chrysalis of the world she kept asleep broke open. The world was reborn, and with it both the survivors of this world, along with those sleepers already present and the Pthumerians gradually came to awaken in it.

I think some lingering aspect of its power caused this world to forever reach out, to offer a doorway that without realizing it opens and brings some of us here. It is less... desperate now.

[hopesparks]

[ Anakin wonders what will happen if the power runs out. Could it? How long would it take? Does it mean they'd be stuck here forever, constantly being reborn as squids?

He supposes he'll have at least some time to figure it out. ]

I see. [ Softly: ] I wonder if that means that part of her still lingers here. Like her strong feelings or memory didn't really fade.

[onerthes]

I believe that her will and her final thoughts linger still, but her transformative power has completed. Any changes after are our own, or the other Pthumerians. But... perhaps she herself still lingers in some small part.

[hopesparks]

I hope not. She deserves a peaceful rest.

[onerthes]

If... she could have one thing. Anything in this world? I would give her peace finally.

[hopesparks]

[ Anakin lets silence linger a moment before: ]

Thank you for telling me about her. And the Trench in general.

[onerthes]

It's important to me that we don't forget. Though it may not impact us directly, there is always the possibility to learn from what happened, that it never repeat. So it is always something I am willing to share, even if I doubt the Disciples appreciate my take usually.