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[MU] - I CAN FEEL YOUR PULSE IN THE PAGES
[The night of October 24th, you will once again find yourself in the abstract familiarity of Mu's dreamscape. The erstwhile Storyteller, who has been up until this point fairly recalcitrant, takes the shape of a snow-white owl with a pair of shrunken, reindeer-like horns curled out from either side of their head.]
[They perch in front of their tome, at the site of a roaring campfire in the center of their Temple. For once, the ever-present sound of waves has been silenced; there is nothing but the guttering of flame.]
I have been hard at work.
[They address you without preamble or apology.]
And once again, I have let time...slip.
I have been writing, you see. A story. Your story. Your collective stories...every step you have taken since you arrived here. I find that it helps me focus and, more interestingly, it helps me remember.
And so, yet again, I must ask your help. I will not demand it - you need not offer it if you do not wish it. But I wish to know, if you would offer...how would you dictate certain events to those who arrive on our shores? What would you deem important that they know?
If you would aid me in this, I might start to remember more...more than I have been.
And as time has proven slippery, and as it has continued to evade me, I wish to extend the choice for you to offer your stories to me in the waking world, in person. You needn't wait every night, and you needn't share those stories in front of others if it does not suit you. You may speak your offerings as you have the wherewithal to share them, and ask of me what you will of them.
But in that respect, I feel I must ask you: do not request of me what you cannot already make with your own hands. My power is limited, after all.
[They perch in front of their tome, at the site of a roaring campfire in the center of their Temple. For once, the ever-present sound of waves has been silenced; there is nothing but the guttering of flame.]
I have been hard at work.
[They address you without preamble or apology.]
And once again, I have let time...slip.
I have been writing, you see. A story. Your story. Your collective stories...every step you have taken since you arrived here. I find that it helps me focus and, more interestingly, it helps me remember.
And so, yet again, I must ask your help. I will not demand it - you need not offer it if you do not wish it. But I wish to know, if you would offer...how would you dictate certain events to those who arrive on our shores? What would you deem important that they know?
If you would aid me in this, I might start to remember more...more than I have been.
And as time has proven slippery, and as it has continued to evade me, I wish to extend the choice for you to offer your stories to me in the waking world, in person. You needn't wait every night, and you needn't share those stories in front of others if it does not suit you. You may speak your offerings as you have the wherewithal to share them, and ask of me what you will of them.
But in that respect, I feel I must ask you: do not request of me what you cannot already make with your own hands. My power is limited, after all.
[Next month, we'll have a page up as a permanent storytelling post, which you can use to submit stories anytime you like. While there is still a limit of three stories per month, you will no longer need to wait for monthly Storytellings to submit them.]
[Our Item Requests page has received a slight update as well. More basic requests that can be easily made with existing resources will no longer be fulfilled - instead, you can look at our Resources Page for basics such as food, tools, and building materials. Item Requests are still useful for obtaining unique or canon-specific items, or in regaining powers, however!]
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Thank you for the information. Is there, uhm... anything we can assist you with in terms of our journey here? I was compiling similar notes about the beginnings of our arrival and what I could find out about the islands we've already visited.
[Not that his last attempt to figure something out had pleased them much, so he's expecting a rejection-- and not through any fault other than his own.]
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Chronology.
Time is a difficult concept, as I've said, and the distance between points...it all seems fast to me. I suspect it does not always seem so to you.
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Yes, I, I recall. I am... missing a few things, from the beginning, but I do have as much as I could chronicle from the time I've been here. At least, ah, the last year, provided we have indeed been on a 24 hour day and 365 day cycle year. I'm unsure of the dates, exactly, just...what transposed from that point on.
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What dates require clarification? I cannot promise I can give accurate temporal information, but I can venture some, perhaps.
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Well, it-- I'll be honest, I don't know when we happened to arrive, so it's made counting quite complex. I know my own arrival was right at the discovery of Ziziphus, before we figured out what that entailed. I believe the other's visit to Ai'tuoh was just previous to that as well, and most had surmised it had been less than a year since the initial group arrived.
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[They gaze down at the tome open in front of them, the pages blank and smooth beneath owl-claws.]
Early August. In...I believe in your terms, two years prior to this present one. They came in boats, and were swept to my shores. Some forty or so in total. I believe of that number...ten still remain.
[Ten. The child, Ren. The twin elves, Lup and Taako. The man who fancies himself a brute, Guzma. The intellect, Ignis Scientia. The smoker, Tim Wright. The alchemist, Edward Elric. The nameless wanderer, the Drifter. The spider cook, Muffet. The commander, Shepard.]
[Ten in total.]
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Two years, then. I had thought it had been more than a year since my arrival, but it was hard to track exact dates. I think I have, uhm...
[Kravitz flips through his notebook, finding where hes made recorded documents of the progression of the islands that have come before.]
I've only heard of the islands before I arrived, but if I recall from what I've been able to find, there were... five? Depending on if you count Mu as it's own space. Ensō, Monsun, Chol, Ai'tuoh. Then Ziziphus was the next in the progression, followed by...
[He sighs, a little exhale through his nose of frustration.]
The flowers. Yes. Was that all contained within the first year?
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It is difficult to explain in terms that are easily broken down into words. For the purposes of this discussion, you may consider it to be its own space, as you have put it.
Chol came to us in the winter. Umui, and the flowers... [The flowers that the Storyteller still bears, twined around their antlers, prickling out of their dream-feathers. The flowers that they will never truly ever be rid of, they expect.]
Yes. That occurrence was roughly a year from the initial arrival of your kind.
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[He's writing this down now, confirming a few scribbles as he goes with checkmarks.]
I see. If you know these timelines, uhm...
[Kravitz isn't sure he should ask, but he's going to try it anyway, and fixes his gaze back on the Storyteller.]
Do you have a clearer picture of what happened before our arrival? Or rather, is this... something you're comfortable discussing? I know you had asked not to hear things about this before.
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Naturally, I did not form memories of anything that happened in that time.
If you mean prior to that, you would have to be more specific.
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You do not need to answer anything I am about to ask, and I will not push if you decline. But do you know what happened to Tempide? What caused it to sink? Or was that during a time you were asleep? If there is... anything, you remember of what caused you to slumber for so long, I think it may be of use to us.
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[No further words on that front.]
It was my choice to rest for so long, I believe. My choice. I suspect it was a certain sort of exhaustion. [Given how tired they seem to be all the time around here, can you blame them?]
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[He notes that though- Tempide going down was potentially before the Storyteller's sleep. It puts a few theories to the forefront of his mind, but he won't voice them. Instead, he just looks back towards them, his expression still a bit tense.]
I-- I won't endeavor to take up more of your time. But... I have one more query.
Should we trust the Water? Is it something... to be trusted?
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[The word seems to echo in the surrounding dreamscape, as though spoken throughout the fabric of this metaphysical world itself.]
...you are free to choose as you see fit, of course.
But for my part, I would not recommend it.
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Thank you for your honesty. I do think you have more experience in that field than I do, so I appreciate the guidance.
[He has no idea how formal this is, but he just... bows, regardless. It just feels like he should do Something.]
I won't trouble you further. Please, uhm... if there is anything I can do to assist, I am happy to do so.
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[The Storyteller tilts their owl-head to one side slightly, but bowing is a bit awkward in this current shape. As it is, they seem to have settled for a wary neutrality for the bulk of this exchange.]
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Thank you for reaching out to all of us. And uhm, hopefully, I will see you soon.
[And he moves away, so the Storyteller may interact with others who wish to.]