don't stop believing

[stagemanagers]

[Streetlights, reveals] | [Vision Statements] | [Mass Resolution: CONNECT] | [A little touch of the sun (Revival)] | [They do this bullshit like 8 times a week (Rescue)]


[It's a pleasant afternoon in the garden. Maybe not emotionally, but physically - isn't it nice when you get to have class outside?

As your voices rise, singing defiance in unison out for the Wizard, there's no immediate response; at least, nothing that clearly is a response. But there's something. Amidst the sound of your song, it may be hard to hear at first; Janis will likely be the first to notice, but eventually everyone is able to hear. It sounds as though other voices are rising along with yours.

There's something on the air - no music, or at least no instrumentals, just a disembodied sort of lyrical chant. You don't recognize any of the voices. They aren't singing the same song as you all are. Maybe they can't; they sound long long ago, and far far away now. Still - despite everything - the trees around you move lightly in a sudden soft breeze. It feels as though you have invoked something, old and entirely beyond your knowledge.

But first. Haven't you forgotten something?

It's Wednesday.

Welcome to this week's school club!]

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[voicerights]

[It studies Billy a moment - at least, what it can see of Billy - as it considers, then-]

It combines the Observer Effect with Narrator abilities, in addition to harnessing an ordered structure with the chaotic adaptability of-

[-yeah, it's going in to technobabble. TL;DR - they convinced reality to sit down, shut up, and listen.]

[disharmonizes]

[From a distance:] STOP MAKING ALTERING REALITY SOUND BORING!

[voicerights]

[At Billy] One moment.

[Towards Discord;] I AM NOT TELLING HIM WE SIMPLY 'DID IT'!

[disharmonizes]

THAT'S LITERALLY WHAT WE DID!

[voicerights]

NOT JUST ANYONE COULD DO IT, YOU REQUIRE A PRECISE LEVEL OF- why am I arguing with you.

[brokeforgood]

[shoosh pap pap, it’s okay dad. Farrah plops Soup the rabbit into his arms.]

It’s okay, don’t listen to those nerds, just pet Soup.

[pennyless]

[For what it's worth, Billy is able to keep up effortlessly - and in fact, seems to spark to life, and loses some of the nervous twitch he'd had when he'd first spotted a stranger.]

You know, I'd started making a hypothesis about whether or not a narrator's presence was an indicator of some kind of macro-level reverse Zeno effect - You know, like - well, normal people might call it like an 'omen,' I guess, where you know when a narrator shows up that something's about to really get shaken up.

But using them to control the Observer Effect? That- yeah that could cause a measurable shift in the fabric of reality. Is that how- you know, how you guys were able to all come back?

[voicerights]

[FINALLY, SOMEONE WHO RESPECTS ITS WORK. Between yelling at Discord, Eszmet seems positively delighted - in its own, muted way - that it has someone who understands]

Apply the concept of their 'Audience' to the 'Observer', give them a reason to believe in the 'story' presented to them as opposed to the one currently being shown, and the rest is simple. [Relatively.] The performance you observed was partly designed as a means of redirecting power, but the extent of the end results were undefined; we had no idea it would broadcast further than this dimension. I would be extremely interested in learning more about your experience.

[pennyless]

[Aside from a few references to a thing called 'Plurk,' B doesn't dwell much on the "Audience" - but LP sure had, in that final trial. For her, it was all about putting on a show - binding them to their roles and giving them a grand finale.

It had seemed like an act of defiance, at the time, to refuse to submit to her demands, to stand up and take back their story, their friends, and their lives. But would it have worked - would she really have walked away, if the "Audience" wasn't satisfied with the show they got?]

Interesting... Changing the flow of the 'story' in your favor by redirecting the attention of the 'Audience.'

[But- right. He was asked a question.]

It- it was interesting. We were like - well, Anna just brought me a sandwich, because I've been trying to get this thing to find B for you know, uh, six weeks or so now, and then it just started uh, sparking and overloading, and where it normally shows me the, uh, the person I'm talking to, it started playing the video.

But Eliza says she saw it appear in the drawings in the book she was reading to the girls, and I think I heard someone say they saw it in the fountain in town square or something? It was like-

You know the internet. Like when someone's got their MySpace profile set to autoplay their favorite music video. I didn't know what the hell was going on until I saw B.

[voicerights]

A mass audiovisual performance...[THOUGHFUL SQUIP IS THOUGHTFUL]...hallucination? No, that would depend on if others observed it as well, unconnected through substrings. [Except- they're all connected, aren't they?

Hm.]

Would you be willing to collect and organize the known results so that I may utilize them to further perfect the method? It will be needed, especially if further damage was created.

[pennyless]

Sure. I can do that.

[He gets the scientific method - the difference between fucking around and science is writing it down.]

I'll, uh- you guys are all headed to Denny's, right? So I'll see what I can do and meet up with you there.

[He was able to connect with B, finally - he trusts that the narrative will let him get to Denny's.]

[voicerights]

[man too bad you weren't its human, things could have been terriblefic!!!]

From what I understand, yes. I will rest on the bus, and be able to speak more there.

[pennyless]

You got it. See you there.

[And then he's gonna finish saying bye to B, and sign off.]