Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

*Ossanlin concentrates, piecing filaments back together only to have them break again as soon as he moves to a new filament.*  <I've never done this before...I don't...I don't know....>

*He tries to form a null-time field around the cut section of weave, but time really has no meaning in this place and therefor the field has no effect.  Ossanlin blinks as he tries to think, his energies starting to wane from being in this place.  What could possibly solve this?  Perhaps...he attempts to form a singularity around Myitt's timeweave, a sort of distortion that might keep the filaments from breaking long enough for him to piece them all back together.  It seems to work as his fingers move feverishly back and forth, not directly touching the strand, but helping to direct his energies to unite severed filaments.  He resembles a being using an abacus at great speed, without actually having the abacus in front of him.  He hesitates for a moment and sighs...or whatever passed for a sigh in this place.  He looked up at Myitt...*

<You....you don't want to live?  You want to leave everything behind?  I do not know what claim Mar has on your soul Myitt...but I do know that you'll have little chance to abate that debt if you die now.  If....if that is...your wish...to leave your rebellion, your resistance, your friends behind...to leave Tara behind....to run away from your problems and just lie down and accept this...then we will stop.>  *Ossanlin blinks back tears that are hovering between sadness and anger.*  <If...if that is what you want, then we will leave your weave bisected, and return to real time-space.  I admit that I do have some selfish desire here...I wish that you would live, that you would want to live and continue living...the galaxy would be a much worse place without you, whether you believe it or not.  At least in my eyes.>  *the filaments remain where they are, Myitt's weave more than half-connected again, but not yet complete.*

[Myitt]

"Hey, man, thanks...but I just want him to erase my knowledge of being destined to tea parties for the rest of forever," says Myitt flatly.  "It's not a very fun prospect."

[Shenmue654]

Mar glances at her knowingly. "Why do you think your mind erased the knowledge of who I was and what business I have with you? You blame me for what happened and yet you offered yourself knowing what would happen. When I attempted to avoid telling you, you got angry with me. What do you want, precious? To know and suffer the knowledge or not to know and to get angry at me for no reason except my love for you?"

The energy flows around him a bit irritably. "Even if you somehow got in contact with the All/Not (note this is said as one strange word) and rescinded my claim, I will never truly leave you. I have promised not to interfere, but I will not promise to leave. And as for the dresses...they are my preference. But when you pass on all I will want is to give you what you wish."

[Myitt]

"To know or not to know?  I guess, knowing myself, that I'd be pissed at you either way," says Myitt wearily.  "And really, can't I just...blink out when I go?  Reincarnate as a cat?  Whatever the other options are?  I really, like, appreciate the fact that you want me to have whatever I want forever, but why?  Why me?  What have I done to deserve this generosity, as you'd call it?"  She glances at Ossanlin.  "Has he explained any of this to you?"  She blinks.  "I know who you are.  Did I forget?  Oh, man, tell me I didn't pull any Imperial crap..."

[Gumby]

Conner put his gun down, sighed, and walked to the bar counter and sat down.

"Sucks, an entire earth battle group was just here, and now so am I. Am I cursed or something?"

[Shenmue654]

Mar glances off. "The long and the short of it is that we were once very much in love. I merely forgot that you were not eternal. Call it what you will, but I cannot live without you now. Besides, in order to fulfill my role you must come with me to my...home of sorts. Although I suppose it is also a sort of prison, given my situation. And no, I have not explained the situation to him or anyone except for what I told you."

Mar then turns to Ossalin. "Are you having much luck?"

[Myitt]

"So you're saying that my soul has been...what, reincarnated for generations, and a long time ago some version of me was in love with you?"  Myitt shakes her head.  "And now you want me back, and I have to go along with it because I saved someone's life and gave my own in return.  Have I got your messed up little story straight?"  She scoffs.  "Sorry, Mar, but this version of me isn't the same--I can't account for what my soul might've been eons ago, I've become a completely...comple tely different person.  Who hates pink dresses.  Man, this flies in the face of everything I thought I knew about dying..."

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Tara glances over at Conner.  "Probably.  But don't worry, buddy, I think I'm cursed too."  She raises her glass of beer.  "Cheers."

"They've been gone too long," says Corliss, drumming his fingers nervously on the bar counter.  "I think they're really gone.  Even that Ossanlin bloke."  He turns to the mouse sitting in the glass on the bar stool next to him.  "Here, mate, it's not your f*cking fault your bloody life sucks."  He tips the glass up so Mike can come out from under it.

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

*Ossanlin lost focus yet again, memories ambushing his mind as living moments current and yet complete.  He pushes them out of his mind yet again, his focus weakening.  The stabilizing field wavered for a moment around the partially repaired weave of Myitt's existence before he firms it again.*  <Myitt, this won't work without your permission...you ultimately have control over this.  I will continue to patch your weave, but if you want me to stop, simply tell me so.  I'm glad that you at least remember me now.>  *Ossanlin manages a weak smile with his eyes and glances at Mar.* 

<Just a bit more...it's almost done...>  *He goes back to work on the weave, his fingers dancing over the very thread of Myitt's existence seemingly possessed of some sort of alien speed and dexterity.  This place distorted things, it was so unnatural for him.  He'd never been so long in this ascended existence...he feared he was losing touch with reality.*

*Ossanlin continues binding filaments at speed, and finally places the last filament, the thread of Myitt's life pulses with energy, the whole strand illuminating, energy expanding out from it as it is reunited again.  If Myitt allowed it now, her life-force would return to her consciousness, and if she did that, Ossanlin would be able to weave her existence back into the time-stream...he hoped.  If he managed that, her body, her mind, her very soul would again rejoin regular space-time, at least he thought it would...*  <It's your call now Myitt.  If you want life again, you can allow it or deny it.  Whatever your answer is, just remember that I'm your friend and I will support you no matter what.  And if this is it, know that I've always cherished our friendship and loved you as a sister, and that will not stop until the day I die.>  *Ossanlin removed the stabilizing field on Myitt's weave, awaiting her word.*

[Myitt]

Myitt sighs.  "I'll go back.  On one condition, Mar, that I still have the chance to stop this from happening to me.  You said it could be done.  I'm sorry."  She sounds like she means it, hovering closer to Mar.  "But your eternal happiness will mean my suffering.  If you really care about whatever you thought I was, can't you allow me to really be at peace whenever it is my time to die?  I don't care if it means remembering why I need to do it.  I've lived with worse memories--aahhh!"  She flickers, torn temporarily between this strange place and her own dimension, her very existence illuminated and being tampered with. 

When she finally reappears, she addresses Ossanlin.  "Alright, alright already, I just need him to give me an answer!"  She breathes heavily, if you can call it breath.  "And yes, Ossanlin, of course...of course you know how I feel about you, you're a great friend, to risk yourself for me...I don't know how to repay you."

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In the bar, the little complex Yeerkish nervous system flickers onto the bar counter, writhing, then vanishes again.

"You know, that's really starting to weird me out," Tara murmurs, adjusting her injured arm.

"Yeah, but maybe it means whatever they're doing is working," says Corliss, taking his gaze away from the mouse on the bar stool for just a moment.

[Shenmue654]

Mar cackles in an oddly malicious way. "Oh, my dear precious. As strange as this will sound, I have no control whatsoever over the situation myself. As you have given yourself away to me, I cannot refuse you. It goes against the rules of the game. The only way to resolve the problem is to get in contact with a being higher than both myself and most other beings interfering here. And you cannot be sure at any time how he will judge the case. I have been attempting to become this creature for some time, so I am in an odd position in relation to him. You will find him quite difficult to reach unless he wants to reach you, dear. And even then he cannot stop me from following you. That would be compromising the gift he gave me."

[Myitt]

"Alright, can I have his phone number?" Myitt says, grinning.

[Alic]

(sorry. Been busy the past couple days!)

Alic jerked her bottle off the counter and started pacing the bar. She was very nervous and everytime she came close to the bar stool Mike was on, she would kick at the legs.
Taking a few drinks of the Jager, she takes the stool next to the mouse and plops onto it.
"I am too impatient. They're taking too long!"
Alic grunts and turns her chair to face the bar, planting her head on the bar counter.

[applix]

Mike sat on the stool with his eyes staring at Alic. The others seemed either to be ignoring him or they were too far for him to see. Everytime the stool shook he tried to move to the middle, making a squeaking noise as he imagined himself falling all of the way to the floor. He knew he'd survive but no one wanted to run straight into a brick wall if they could avoid it. Eventually though Alic hit the stool pretty hard and he lost his balance and slid off the edge. He yelped a bit as he landed, but it hadn't been as bad as he had been expecting. Quickly he began to morph before she decided to put him into another cup. He could feel his sight fading as he morphed and it almost made him cry, except he knew Alic was watching and knew enough about her personality to know that if he lost it now she'd kill him.

The youth tried to stand up once his morph was complete, searching for a stool so that he could pull onto it. His feet pushed up under him and he then stood against the bar, his blind eyes searching as he began to fear that Alic might follow through with what she said. He couldn't feel the shadow anymore, but he knew he was cursed.

[Shenmue654]

Mar smacks his forehead. "It's not like you can just call 1-800-The Almighty Source and get his number. But admittedly I wouldn't knock you for trying."

Mar glances at Ossalin with a groan. "How close are we to finishing this?"

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

*Ossanlin's eyes twitch slightly, his head jerking as he fights off more insanity...he was starting to lose it.*  <I can't weave her thread back into the stream without her permission and she won't give her permission without your response...>  *Ossanlin jerks slightly again, still fighting off the madness.*  <Whatever happens, it needs to happen quickly, if I don't leave this place soon, I won't be able to get us back...you might survive in this place, but I certainly won't.  Not for long anyway.>  *his head twitches again, his fingers flexing and unflexing over Myitt's lifeweave.*