video: un: littlealbatross

[soulmakingsound]

[She's in the library, her communicator propped against a book to keep it upright. Surrounding her are stacks of other books and dozens of pages with scribbled notes and equations.

She speaks frantically while she works, pen flying over paper. Trying to make sense of -- anything.]

They say it's coming and can't be stopped. What I saw in the Observation Room corroborates. The stars are being devoured. I feel it. Breathing on the back of my neck. Its fingers in my hair.

But if there was a way to avoid it before, it can be avoided again. The nebulous ominous it.

I need more time.

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un: the.punisher

[bellare]

You think you can stop it?

[soulmakingsound]

I don't know, person behind the text. But there can't just be problems with no answers. It doesn't make sense.

--> voice

[bellare]

Sorry, is this better? I agree with you for the record, and I'm willing to help you gather resources if that's how you think we can crack this thing.

[soulmakingsound]

Ah, a man with a voice. Slightly more comforting. Text is cold.

I have no definitive answers, only questions. Therefore: gathering resources. The benefit of working in a library.

video; un: R

[winecasks]

[ By contrast, Grantaire is in a tavern, his own communicator propped up against an empty bottle.

He is very drunk, and why shouldn’t he be? May as well. That’s how he makes sense of things. ]

If they say it cannot be stopped, then perhaps it cannot be stopped. Perhaps we never truly avoided it in the first place, but merely watched it from a distance while it inched closer and closer. Soon enough, we will all be devoured like stars.

[soulmakingsound]

Oh, the artist. Hello.

Is it really so inevitable? Maybe it is. Or maybe we haven't found the right angle to look at it, yet.

[winecasks]

Do not speak to me of angles. I loathe Thales of Miletus and wish never to meet him.

[ He's miserable and you don't have to drag math into it and make him more miserable!!! Even though he's the one who made it about math. ]

Yes, it is inevitable. As inevitable as me finishing yet another bottle on my own.

[soulmakingsound]

If we don't try, we've failed already.

All of old. Nothing else ever. Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.

[winecasks]

That will work out fine for me. I'm excellent at failure.

[soulmakingsound]

[She frowns deeply and taps her pencil against her notebook. How can one person be so cynical? So apathetic?]

I don't enjoy failure. I never have. And this is a matter of importance.

[winecasks]

[ It's easy. You start by being Grantaire...

And everything else just falls into place.

He sighs and reaches for a bottle, only to find that he's emptied all of them. ]

Distressing. Everything is distressing. If it's not an empty bottle I'm faced with, it's the end of the world. Let it end, I say, and I will be content with one last failure.

[soulmakingsound]

You're distressing.

That isn't me. I can't go out knowing I didn't try. Even if I don't care about myself, there are others I would like to see live.

[winecasks]

A fair statement. I am distressed.

[ And depressed. He'll find some motivation later, maybe. ]

I will wish you good fortune then, mademoiselle, and if you should fail, at least you will have tried.

video | un: janeway

[directives]

Time to do what?

[soulmakingsound]

To stop it. Whatever it is that's eating the stars and surrounding us in darkness.

[directives]

We could all do with some more time to figure out that mystery. Time, unfortunately, doesn't seem like it's on our side.

video | un: CherylBombshell

[sweetwater]

You saw it happen?

[soulmakingsound]

Bits. Nothing clear. Feelings. A wrongness.

Most of my hypotheses are based on the display that was in the Observation Room. The path of the storm. It's what I base my calculations on.

[sweetwater]

Are we going to die?

[soulmakingsound]

We all die at some point. The problem is in the timing.

I'm not that kind of telepath. There are flashes, sometimes. But it's all close. This person will come around that corner in the next minute.

This is too big, too far for me.

[sweetwater]

[ Cheryl is... not sure how to process this information. the confusion shows on her face. ]

But what do you think? Are you worried?