crystal; fighting evil by ____light

[undergrunn]

FORM: sending crystal
SENDER: Abella
RECIPIENT: the whole gremlin collection
NOTES: Likely discussion of a battle royale, potential discussion of possession/monstrosities.

Good evening, Riftwatch.

( There's the sound of wind in the background - it's not too hard to tell she's outside. Some might be able to guess she's up on the ramparts, exposed to the harsher winds lashing in from across the sea.

She isn't looking at the sea, though. Her gaze is on those two moons. If she lets her focus drift it's almost like that leering smile stretches across them, before she comes back to herself.

Despite all that, she sounds warm and upbeat. )

I've been thinking a lot about time. How it passes, specifically, in our worlds back home. I've tried to do some reading in the library and looking for older communications on the network, but there's so much and I don't really know where to start or what names to look for.

When I got here, I left a situation where myself and some others were on a countdown, and... I know it's naive to hope they'd arrive here too, when even one person getting here seems like it would require so many variables coming together. Getting multiple people from the same world would be remote, let alone ones that know each other.

( Unless there's some factor about that first person that would be shared by people they know that might increase the likelihood? She sips the glorified vinegar masquerading as wine - sad new rifter budget, etc - and pushes logical enquiry out of her mind, for now. )

The point is that with how unlikely them coming here is, I'm stuck on how time works. I need to at least try to figure out if it's been weeks for them, or if maybe a month here is just a half hour, back home.

( Or something. Anything, really. )

If anyone knows, I'd really appreciate it.

( Abella tries to inject a little upbeat energy in at the end, like it can mask all the worry and everything else. )

Unless anyone else has turned up talking about a real jerk of a moon. If that sounds familiar, send them my way.

Comments

[laruetheday]

You should try and forget your life before this.

[undergrunn]

( You know, it’s a slap in the face. That doesn’t meant she can’t appreciate the candour.

It actually gets a quiet laugh out of her. )

I think I’ll need some time to come to grips with that suggestion.

( Hey, she’s been asking what people do to cope. And… someone told her. )

Is that what you’ve done? I mean… all the things from before are what’ve made us who we are.

[laruetheday]

No, not at first. But it makes it easier. And maybe forget's not the right word. But the more time you spend wondering what the people you left behind are doing or how much time has passed for them, the harder it will be to accept that's not your life anymore.

[undergrunn]

That all makes a lot of sense. I just...

( she exhales. At a certain point it seems stupid to try to talk around it. )

we were in a very dangerous situation, with a very strict deadline. It's hard not to feel guilty that I get to be here and they don't.

[laruetheday]

Life's not fair.

Besides, they don't know you're gone. But maybe one of them will come through a rift someday. You never know.