[Second day of Week Two/Three Mingle]

[professorwolf]

Hello, sorry, Lyall here. Do all of you recall that vision I had of the dividing wall between us during the last month or so of liminal space? How it was a very literal sign of what was to come?

It's happened again. I had another one. And it's being about as persistent as the first one, so I'm guessing it's important. I can share it directly if anyone would like me to, but in summary, I believe there's something out there beyond the reefs. I saw dark water, well below the level of the reefs, and a large, pale, diseased something. All I saw was a wall of flesh, that was then obscured by bubbles, and then it went even darker. Like it dove away.

I don't know if we need to find it to stop it, or find it to help it. But I do think we need to find it, if just to keep it from coming here.

... also, I am still making earplugs, for those who are finding the noise difficult to bear. I'm not sure if it will help entirely, but it can't hurt. If anyone wants to try and distribute them to people who trust them and might need them, please let me know, I'll get you a few pairs.

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[awfullyironic]

You can do that?

-=davesprite will never claim that any of the shit involving him ever made sense=-

Actually yeah, that might help.

[professorwolf]

Very well. Be warned, it is a memory, not just an audio-visual.

[With that, he opens up a private channel to DS to send along what is effectively a fully-immersive experience of having a vision of the future. He had been helping some locals and maybe an investigator or two haul a small fishing boat out of hiding and into the water when everything around him suddenly went dark and wet and suffocating. He can't see the sun or the sand, he can only see a wall of something sickly pale, pieces falling away rotted, rising up in front of him. It's more than a little terrifying to see, if just that it's so huge, and it's obviously flesh, not rotting wood or even coral.

Then the view is suddenly obscured by a surge of bubbles, and whatever it is is gone-- or maybe Lyall has just been swept away from it. Everything is dark and wet and suffocating again, with nothing but a faint glimmer above to relieve the darkness.

Then he's sitting on the sand in the bright (and uncomfortable) sunlight, with people around him asking him what's wrong, the vision over.]

[awfullyironic]

Holy shit!

-=he gasps as he comes out of it. that must have been what it was like for people getting bombarded by his memories in his dungeon and it just makes him feel that much worse about it.

still, he has shit to do so he shoves all his personal bullshit aside and focuses on the task at hand=-

You weren't kidding. What the fuck.

[professorwolf]

Sorry about that. I can't livestream something that isn't currently happening...

[He does look a bit apologetic, and puts a hand on the mer-boy's shoulder as if he might need steadying.]

Are you all right?

[awfullyironic]

Yeah. Yeah I'm cool.

-=he takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, then lifts his hands to move over the records, scratching out a rhythm to give himself something to focus on=-

Okay, lets see how this shit works.

-=davi starts to focus until it's clear to lyall that he's not actually seeing whats in front of him, but gone elsewhere. the scratching suddenly reverses, winding back to the moment of the vision to try and lock on to whatever it was that caused it=-

[powersthatare]

Scanning back in time, he can see the moment of Lyall's vision - his temporal senses picking it up as clearly a beat dropped into a live mic. There's a distinctive rhythm to it, a sense of timing in the sense that a Time Player alone can really notice and appreciate it. This was the appropriate, syncopated moment for such a thing to occur.

[awfullyironic]

-=first time out and he's already cheating. to be fair it's kind of his MO. he likes to think of it as being inordinately clever or some other mockingly self aggrandizement along the same lines. He knew the moment he Rose Up that his relationship with time had changed, so it's actually almost a shock to the system how clearly it comes now that he's actually trying. When, where, and what all locking into place, and once he gets his bearings the rhythm turns back forward again, trying to follow the what from then to now=-