There is a time and place for one more sweet embrace...

[initiates]

Date & Time: March 7th - March 14th
Location: Exsilium, Transport building, and UE strongholds
Characters: Everyone.
Summary: The final goodbyes, with a touch of final missions, OOC info is here. Now with 200% more Exsilium Themesong, courtesy of Alexander Rosetti via Tess.

EXSILIUM: CITY PROPER

Rather, city as proper as it could possibly be now. It’s a far, far cry from the state it was in the day the first Transports set foot in it. Now, bearing so many scars blatant and subtle from constant dips through time, fracturing or mending history, has made it practically foreign to itself.

Even now, facets of other worlds bleed through: a wall of an unusual shade here, a tree centuries away from its native soil there. One may close their eyes for a moment on the skyline and open them again to find something has been added...or removed. Some changes are not so stark or violent, where gradual gradients are made between concrete gray and vibrant stucco.

Subtle or not, the locals are panicked, twitchy, not likely to carry on a conversation beyond a sentence or two, if that.

Time certainly passes, but it seems so inconsequential now. Is this the apocalypse? When does the fire start to rain down? Many wonder...wonder and wait, not ready to make this the norm.

It’s not the most pleasant space to have to make such life-altering decisions.

EXSILIUM: THE TRANSPORT FACILITY

Unlike the other parts of the city, it seems this place has changed very little since the destabilization began. This makes it almost the model for stability, despite the truth of things: Here is where paths will merge or split, perhaps permanently. Standing in the shadow of this building, these many possibilities, can be a very suffocating feeling. Or, perhaps, the most liberating one in a long time.

This point may become a kind of impromptu gathering place, a spot for the dubious and certain alike to catch each other’s gazes before the final decision can be made and paths set in stone. Even when the weather gets to its gloomiest, this building offers some shelter...and company.

Well? Standing here, days or mere hours before the decision must be made...what’s to do?

THE UE: SCATTERED OUTPOSTS

There are three, which will be detailed in the threads below. Based on information from AI, trashing these locations can expedite preparations for the final activation of the Transporter. Expedite and further facilitate a safer journey for those on their way. A second-to-last mission, if one were to consider the choices each and everyone would make to be the last of all.

These regions haven't been left unspoiled by all this temporal activity: The landscape is littered with abnormal shifts in terrain and even pieces of out-of-piece architecture. The outposts themselves are subject to this in some ways, but the need to tear them down is quite important, and up to you.

[[ The outposts will have their own threads in the comments below, but otherwise anywhere in or outside of Exsilium is fair game to thread in. Please indicate the location of your starting thread, as well as the date.

This log will be open for tagging for as long as anyone would like to keep tagging it, there's no intended date for closing it. Main community posts will be allowed until the 14th. ]]

Comments

[hyanaimne]

I am surprised you are still here.

[the voice comes from the side, where Tempest is arriving for that day's useless sitting around staring into nothing. The spell she uses around Sev - the one that keeps her from being poisoned - is up and going strong]

[miscreant]

For now.

[Seviilia manages a light grin in Tempest's direction, folding her arms across her chest.]

I have some other decisions to make, I suppose.

[hyanaimne]

My, I wonder what those could be.

[it's a teasing remark, said just to say something. She doubts Sev would tell her whatever it is anyway, and she isn't about to ask]

I feel as though we could have had a bit longer to think about all this.

[miscreant]

I imagine some of them are happy to simply be rid of us. We did stage an uprising after all.

[Definitely not telling. Issues that are way too close to home for her to consider sharing.]

What of you? Will you return home?

[hyanaimne]

Oh yes, I nearly forgot about that. Just as everyone did.

[she snorts, her tone sarcastic. People only remembered that when it was convenient anyway]

I do not know just yet. I haven't decided.

[miscreant]

[Tempest manages to pull an amused chortle out of her.]

Well you don't need to decide right away.

[hyanaimne]

I would at least like an idea of what I plan to do, but . . . [she just waves a hand, indicating her lack of ideas]

[miscreant]

Take a tour and decide then. I would recommend skipping Azeroth, though.

[Seriously.]

[hyanaimne]

A tour.

[she repeats that a bit incredulously]

[miscreant]

[She waves a hand.]

A tour.

[hyanaimne]

I . . . suppose that is an idea . . .

[not a bad one, per say, but as far as she's aware all the worlds she'd even consider are stupidly modern and lacking in certain things. Like elves. Or magic]

[miscreant]

I'm certain you could find something to your liking -- perhaps someone you have yet to meet in this realm comes from paradise.

[Its hard to tell if she's actually being optimistic or cynical. Death Knights.]

[hyanaimne]

Sounds a bit boring, if you ask me.

[while she doesn't want to be tossed into yet another war, a little conflict here and there isn't so bad]