Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

<You think I don't know that?!>  *Ossanlin snaps at Mar regarding his time comment.*  <It may burn me out or destroy me, but maybe, just maybe I'll survive, anyway my life is worth Myitt's.>  *Ossanlin concentrates again, but then a thought occurs to him.  He opens his eyes again, all four eyes staring straight at Mar.*  <You said you would pay her tab.  If you were paying her tab, why did he take it from her?  That doesn't make sense Mar.  If the price was death, then it is your current mortal form we should see lying before us lifeless, not a shriveled Yeerk corpse.  Do not mistake my intent, I do not wish death upon anyone, even you, but if you did not hold up your end of the bargain...then the tab should not have been binding, even on Myitt, you already promised to pay her tab!  This smacks of wrongness...she wasn't supposed to die, something else interfered with the timeline, skewed it.  I would be setting it straight!  I would be making things right, not skewing time wrong!>

((You might remember me Jamie, Oss is a partially silver-blade andalite, Captain of the Dome Ship Tyrennian and currently very agitated in full silver-blade form.  Welcome back!))

[Myitt]

"Ossanlin," says Myitt patiently.  "Mar paid my monetary tab here at the bar, my life was the price of saving the human child from death.  What is it the Romans used to say?  Quid pro quo."

"That still makes me think of 'Silence of the Lambs'," Tara says, trying to smile. 

Myitt blinks.  "Yes...I remember."  Her image flickers a bit, pulled in two directions by Mar's mind and Ossanlin's attempt to alter her timeline.  "I liked movies."  She glances at Mar.  "I don't suppose there are movies where you're from."

"This is too bloody weird," Corliss says, walking over to the bar counter and pulling up a chair next to Myitt, Tara and Mar.  "There's no way this bugger over 'ere can bring you back?"  He seems to know it's probably hopeless, but seeing her here just keeps nagging at him.  He hesitantly pokes at her shoulder to see if she's physically there, and his hand passes through her ghostly form. 

[Shenmue654]

Mar sighs. Ossalin's rage is understandable, but it's doing absolutely nothing for his spell recovery. Great. My head hurts again. But he has a point. This death does seem a bit odd to me. I can't tell from here whether he is correct or not, however.

"You think that I altered the time stream to cause this to happen. I can tell you sir that right now that this is impossible. My powers are weak and draining in this form and I haven't the slightest idea how to handle it. I did not alter Myitt's time stream in any way that would lead to her death before I entered the bar, and I have promised not to interfere with hers or anyone else's life who is connected again. By the rules by which I play I cannot speak a blatant lie, although I can twist what I say. These rules are different from the game played here but in some ways they work much the same. As for the tab, I offered to pay for Myitt's money problems, and I will still do this."

He then turns toward the bartender. "But if the bartender wishes to take my life instead, than he may. I don't know by what rules he works but trust me when I say he looks immune to anything but statements of logic."

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

<I did not accuse you of altering the timestream, Mar.  I said something did so.  As you have mentioned, although I am loathe to believe absolutely everything you say, you do not wish for Myitt's death, apparently eternity means little to you, and this I do believe.  If you are able to help, it would be very much appreciated...if not, then simply hold her together as long as you can.  Breek, I need an anchor, I know that it is difficult to draw upon Crayak's powers, and I do not ask you to do so lightly, but if you could at the very least anchor my existence here, even by a small thread of energy, it would be less likely that the timestream carry me away in its eternal flow.>

*Ossanlin closes his eyes again, trusting his friend to keep him connected to the proper reality.  Ossanlin begins to vanish, folds of time and space enveloping him.  Suddenly the expanse of tme-space opens itself to him, its visual representation as beautiful and mind-boggling as always.  Changing time-streams was difficult at best...one could not simply overlap one with the other, one had to find the appropriate time-stream with the desired consequences held within it...the one change could really be the only change, the rest of the timestream being the same.  Selecting the correct timestream to intertwine with true reality was the hardest part, and Ossanlin could NOT screw this up.  Every moment in the ascended extestence drained his energy even more quickly...this was going to take everything he had in him...and he still had to work quickly.*

[Breekan1]

Breekan hesitates, looking at soul-Myitt. "Oss, are you sure? I don't know if she even wants our help. Crayak's powers work much better as a threat than a tool- we could end up negating her existence entirely, or I might turn into him again."

[Myitt]

"Let me put it this way, Breek," says Myitt, for once sounding like herself--or at least an eerie copy of Tara.  "If there's a rational way to get me out of an eternity of pink dresses, no movie theatres and a severe lack of beer, I'm all for it.  But how can this possibly happen without damaging the space-time continuum to all hell and gone?  I thought that when people died, they stayed that way...now that souls come into the picture it screws the heck outta everything I thought I knew about conservation of energy...arrgghh!"

She quite suddenly flickers and disappears, seemingly in pain, only to reappear again...only there is also a small, complex grey nervous system floating next to Tara on the bar counter, near where Myitt's sluglike body had disintegrated into nothingness.

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Despite the commotion that has been happening in the bar, Shalner is asleep on the recliner, her lips still moving. Unfortunately, her body is begining to turn translucent, yet at the same time, emitting a strong glow.






((Jamie, Breek and I are also from Kimm's. He's always been B1, and I used to be SuperOrange/Rachel (temporarily)/Shalner...who were you over there?    and right now...Shal lost her leg a few pages back, more or less was dying, was ok for a bit, and is now disappearing again.))

[Breekan1]

Breekan glances over at Shal. He presses his hands firmly into his face. "This is the longest day that has ever happened," he mutters.

[Crimea River]

((OOC: Of course I remember you both, Ossanlin and Shenmue.  :3  Good to see you both again, and good to see you, Myitt.  And I'm not from wherever that was; I'm just an RP buddy of these three.

Andalite he's approaching is Applix.))

Indar noticed another Andalite as he was passing; he wasn't sure whether to approach him or not, but decided to do so, because what he saw in the space bar, was confusing and a little disturbing, even to his Yeerk mind.  He approached the Andalite.  <Hello, cousin,> he said, trying to sound like an Andalite - and doing a very convincing job.  Yeerks were good at posing as their hosts.

[applix]

Applix was less of an andalite and more of a conglomerate of different species he'd become in the last 20 years or so. He even felt awkward in his andalite body even if earlier today had been his first morph in about a year or more. A yeerk might not notice, but his stalk eyes seemed to drift forward as he walked away from the space bar, not something anyone would consider smart from where he was born. He heard the yeerk calling him though, and turned quickly to face him. His horse-like bottom turned slowly, his torso meeting the stranger's direction first. <I'm not your cousin.> He said in a quick and stern voice.

He looked over the blue creature for a moment before easing up, his tail flickering and then dying behind him. He assumed logically that this andalite must have come looking for Ossanlin, as his ship was above orbit last time he checked. Applix's feminine hands gripped opposite biceps as he stood there, his body smaller than that of Indar's. Applix was no warrior and had been chosen for his role long ago for his intellect, not physical appearance which was quite lacking by andalite measure.

<I would advise not going in there,> He said, motioning towards the bar with his head. <They are quite emotional and anything could set them off, I fear.> He hesitated, taking a step towards him and closing the distance to a meter or so. Applix forgot momentarily that he had left his shredder on his ship along with his belt, he had actually meant to do this since he felt he should rely on morphing to be his weapon. <Are you here for Ossanlin?> He asked naively, the emotional distress getting the best of him. It often was when you were in such a state that you are most vulnerable.

***

Mike had apparently run straight for Ossanlin and turned to dart under a table for a moment before he headed for the door. The crack underneath the massive hinged-object was too small to crawl under, but that didn't keep him from trying. He couldn't even get his small skull underneath and it took doing that to realize he'd need to find another way out. He headed back for the bar, crawling from table to table in order to remain mostly unseen. They seemed pre-occupied with Myitt so it seemed safe enough if he took it slowly.

[Shenmue654]

"I percieve Time in a frustrating way. As a result, I can wait a little longer for Myitt's death. I'd prefer her to live a more fulfilled life, anyway. I can help you bring Myitt back, but only if it is what Myitt wishes. You will also need to help me into the time stream. At the moment I do not think that I can enter in this state alone."

Mar notes the presence in range and isn't sure what to make of it. And he also has little time to waste if he intends to help.

[Alic]

Alic watched as Myitt flickered, and couldn't bear to look at her anymore. She still couldn't believe what had become of her friend.
As she turned away she noticed the little rodent sneaking around. Disgusted and upset, Alic took a glass and rushed over to Mike, attempting to capture him.
<So what are we to do with you?>

[Myitt]

"Look, mate," says Corliss.  "Whatever you decide...you're alright, mate.  You died well, permanent or not."

"Stabbed in the back by this dapsen of a bartender," Myitt growls, flickering again.  The disembodied nervous system flickers with her.

"Get that goddamned mouse," Tara yells angrily across the bar.  "He's the whole reason we're in this mess!"

Myitt puts her translucent head in her translucent hands.  "Uughhh, for cryin' out loud, someone stop pulling me between dimensions..."  She fades out and back in again, looking up.  "I swear, if this turns into the end of Ghost, I am so out of here."

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

*The timestream was a powerful place, currents, flows, eddys...it was a place that one of the realm of space-time was not meant to see or experience.  The deluge of a lifetime of experiences all at once, memories happening now as well as in the past...it was a strange place and a difficult one for weak minds.  Across the listless currents he heard a voice calling...he recognized it...Mar...yes, he was agreeing to help.  With a supreme effort, Ossanlin finds Mar's current existence and at first is taken aback at the convolutions surrounding him..he seemed to be an anomaly, a twisted spot in the clarity of space-time.  It didn't matter, he needed help he knew, and the one who possessed Myitt's soul would be best able to locate the correct stream...death was his job after all.*

*a voice echoes in the bar, more like a thought really, emanating from everywhere and nowhere.*  <Mar, prepare...I'll bring you in.>  *Ossanlin concentrates even harder, the strain of bringing another being was always great, but it was somehow easier with this being, as if this was where he was supposed to be, rather than existing in space-time.  Invisible folds of distortion wrap around Mar, enveloping him, pulling him into the timestream, the vast expanse of threads playing out in every direction, the very warp and woof of reality expressed visually...*  <I appreciate the assistance, I take it you've had some experience here before yes?>  *the stern look of concentration is easily visible in Ossanlin's eyes as he regards Mar's form.*

[applix]

Mike had made his way under a bar stool at the end of the bar when he suddenly heard footsteps coming his way. He froze for a moment, indecisive and scared ****less. The field mouse made for the corner of the bar but when his hands first touched the side of the glass, his heart sank and he yelped through his mouse-voice as his tail was squashed under the other side of the cup. His tiny paws searched up the side of the container as his beady eyes looked up towards Alic, not having heard Tara screaming after him in the background. He tried to pull his tail free but she was pushing down on the glass so much it felt like it was going to fall off. Even if she weren't he was too small to knock over the glass himself. <My tail!> He yelled, pushing at the glass.