Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[Myitt]

"Just do it, Ossanlin, you're going to blow a gasket out here, it's not meant for mortals to comprehend," says Myitt, pausing to consider the fact that she really wasn't alive anymore, was just a floating ball of energy in humanoid form that represented her entire life, all of her lives, all of her consciousness.  "I'll get what I want from Mar one way or the other."  She glares at Mar, crossing what are probably her arms.

[PrinceRonny]

*Ronny pushes open the door with his tail, blade at the ready. whatever it was that put him under for the last...well...howev er long it was, it wasn't going to get him again. "By the stars!" he thought. "What has happened to me? I can't seem to keep a thread of thought, much less convesation, going here..."
He enters, looking around warily, wondering who, or what, was still around.*

OOC: Mainly, I'm just curious what's been going on since I left. I'm a bit out of touch lately, and haven't had a lot of time to keep up on the board. Sorry everyone.

[Alic]

Alic could hear Mike morphing back to human, and didn't care. Her head didn't leave the bar counter until she heard the creaking of the door, and then an amazing, familiar voice.

((you'll have to read up, ron. I'm using my phone its too much typing to explain. I'm in human morph right now though.))

Immediately, Alic jumps off the stool and runs towards Ronny.
"Oh boy have a missed you!" She says, maybe slurring a little.

[Myitt]

"Oh, hey Ronny!" says Tara, smiling broadly.  "Bartender, get Ronny whatever he wants, he's going to need a drink."

"'Lo Ronny," says Corliss.  "Dunno if you remember me.  Myitt's brother, Corliss Three-Eight-Two.  Pleased, yeah?"

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

*Ossanlin nods quickly to Myitt, the lifeweave pulsing as he gestures to Mar.*  <You'll be better at finding the correct position to place this, it must be placed properly or I think bad things will happen...>  *Ossanlin's fingers begin to gesticulate over the timeweave and it starts to sink into the timestream.*  <This may be a little weird Myitt...I don't know exactly what's going to happen to you...I think you'll end up back in the bar, but the in between part might be a bit odd...>

<Mar, if you could help me, we're almost done here.>


((Hey Ronnie!  Long time no see!  Years in fact.  Mar, Myitt, and I are all in the timestream, we just resurrected Myitt and we'll be back shortly, I think.))

[Breekan1]

Breekan looks over as Ronny enters and offers a weak smile. Even amidst the turmoil of two mysterious vanishings, he has the presence of mind to think "Goddamn, another ****ing Andalite?"

[Shenmue654]

Mar nods calmly and sighs. "I can't give you a chance to save yourself Myitt because I have no control over the matter. I'm not just being an irritance. You can no more get what you want out of me than you can tell me to become good. I will try to bring you back to an appropriate place now. Ossalin cannot stay here long."

Mar carefully touches the time stream, sending a strange, cold ripple through space. He then glances over at Myitt's current position and weaves her non-existence into what he believes is the correct place. "This might be a bit awkward, Ossalin. This is the only place that will work. Her perception of events may be off by an hour or two, but it is workable. The person who interfered here did not make this an easy job. I have no idea what will happen with us as a result. Are you ready to finish the work? You look ill."

[Myitt]

Myitt hugs her ghostly arms.   "Alright, fine, just make a decision and get me the hell out of here, alive or dead," she grumbles.

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

*Ossanlin nods as he begins to flow the weave into the correct position, working in tandem with Mar.*  <Thank you, for all that you have irritated me you are doing me a great kindness by helping me here, I am in your debt.>  *Ossanlin concentrates intently, weaving and twining with Mar's own directed threads.*  <This...this is obviously not a place for those of the time-stream...you are obviously without difficulty here, my existence is comfortably limited to three dimensions...adding the fourth adds a sort of perception that is beyond comprehension...I will feel better with my hooves back where they belong...it is obvious to me that if I survive this, I will never be able to do this again...not without significant help at least...>

*Myitt's very thread of existence flows back into the timestream, floating and writhing back into place, the threads around enveloping and absorbing her existence as truth once again.  Ossanlin releases his hold on the timestream of existence and reels back as he is suddenly without the buffer of his contact with the stream itself.  He had to get out fast.  Without further words or thoughts, Ossanlin places a hand on Mar's form in this place and attempts to channel them back into existence in the timestream.*

[Myitt]

Myitt watches, curiously.  "I guess this means I'm--"  And she vanishes.

---

"Alright, how long have they been gone, then?" Corliss says.  "This all feels very wrong."

"It can't have been more than half an hour," says Tara, eyeing the black metal bracelet around her wrist, gingerly maneuvering her injured arm.  "Hey, Ronny, long time no see, man."  She shoots a raised eyebrow look at Breekan.  "So your sister's gone, and...what, that's it?  I would've expected us to go on some kind of wild goose chase after her."

At that precise moment there's a blinding flash.  Time stops for such a short amount of time that no one without the ability to sense such minute changes in space-time would have noticed it, but this is what transpires in that infinitesimally small amount of time: the weird, greyish nervous system is back, glowing and hovering above the bar.  Greyish green flesh fills in around the nerves, around twisted palp protrusions and osmosis nodes, around what's less a brain and more a mass of neurons resulting from pure biological encephalization.  The rest of the creature's brain is really...its entire body, thought and memory and emotion stretched along its sides and tail end right along with sensory and motor neurons. 

There are no eyes, or circulatory system, and no real digestive system to speak of.  All brain and lymph and antiseptic goo. 

When the infinitesimally small amount of time is over, the Yeerk named Myitt One-Nine-Five sits squirming on its side on the bar counter, as agitated as an earthworm after it rains. 

Tara gapes down at her friend.  "Uh," she stammers.  "I really hope this is Myitt and not someone we didn't order."

"Bleeding Christ," Corliss yelps, stepping over to Tara and his sibling.  "It'd better be, now where the hell are the other two?"
 

[Kit Cloudkicker]

A human female in her early 20's opens the door to the bar and glances inside. Almost immediately, she closes the door, stepping back out. She walks slowly around the perimeter of the building, pulling a small hand held device out of her pocket as she nears the front door again. She presses a combination of keys on the device and it emits a soft beep. She puts it back in her pocket and again opens the door, this time entering the bar.

She walks quickly to the bar and sits down on the stool nearest the wall. She glances at the bartender, then sags against the bar, her head in her hands, her dark blond hair shielding her face.

[Breekan1]

Breekan1 nods at Tara. "Yeah, I know. I want to wait for Oss and Mar to get back so I can get them to undo whatever they did that made her dis-" he stops mid-sentence and looks at the girl at the counter. "Shal?"

[Shenmue654]

Mar closes his eyes and attempts to follow Ossanlin's lead, trying to get back into three-dimensional reality through the rift Ossanlin has opened. This is not something he likes doing at all because he is noticeably constricted and uncomfortable. It's like trying to squeeze into a tiny little box. "But I suppose you would lose your wit in this place rather fast. I think now that we're here I can help you----"

Which is when Mar, following the trail Ossanlin has made for the two of them, attempts to help Ossanlin bring them back. This bizarre transition between this reality and the cold hard reality of the Space Bar briefly drops Mar's guard entirely, revealing a bizarre series of images seemingly pouring from Mar himself in this place where space and time intersect.

<Luc'es'frn! You can't do this!>

<I can do whatever I well please, now and forever! And the first thing I'm going to do is deny that ill-fitting Name! I am Lord Zn'tho's!>

This is a followed by an excruciating sensation of loss and pain, although it is distant from Ossanlin himself. It is unclear whether this happened directly after the first strange event or sometime after it.

Mar, in horror, shuts hard the door to his own timestream before any further information leaks out. But this place has an odd habit of amplifying emotions and secrets, although they are leaving it now.

[Myitt]

Tara picks up Myitt protectively, narrowing her eyes at Shal.  "Yeah.  Shal?" she echoes skeptically.

"This bloody place," Corliss says, bemused.  "No wonder she likes it here.  Whether it kills her or not.  Come 'ead, are you going to figure out if it's her or not?"

"Why don't you run a DNA test or something, Jesus!" Tara grumbles.  Corliss rolls his eyes and takes out the bioscanner he had used earlier on the mouse-human that still sits nearby.  As he monitors Myitt's scan, Tara looks over at Breekan and grins mischievously.  "Speaking of which, you really think that's Shal?  Yeah, maybe it's your turn to be all paranoid."

[Breekan1]

Breekan grins. "Point. But having been on the other side of this, I'm willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. At least until she starts eating people, melting our brains, etc..." He pauses. "Really, even then..."