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First Awareness
Those used to this by now probably knew what it meant when they felt their magic return for a moment. For the rest, suddenly their powers were back. Just for a few minutes, but a lot could be done in a few minutes. If the person even noticed their powers were back, that is.
Of course those on the shore might have seen the hazy indistinct shape through the barrier coming closer, might have seen the moment the hole in the barrier opened. Might have seen King Ben leading people down a gangplank through the barrier with crates of supplies....
Unions, Re And Otherwise
Once the supplies were unloaded, the barrier was sealed up again. King Ben seemed to be in charge during the unloading, Once the barrier was closed again, by the green magic streaming from the Queen's finger, it was Mal who seemed to be in charge.
"Alright, listen up. We have 2 hours and the clock is ticking. I'm not FG but we're keeping to a deadline anyway. If you want to come to Auradon or know someone you want us to bring back, you have 2 hours to convince us. You and everyone else, sharing the same 2 hours. Along with anyone who has a supply request for our next visit, or updates. Those of you bringing supplies to the school, time to get cracking. Two hours passes faster than midnight at the ball."
Those What Remain
Once those going back to Auradon had left and the barrier was back in place, it was for those who remained on the Isle to sort the supplies and figure out how to get done everything that needed to be done with the people that remained.
(in case anyone's stalking: things got a lil dark there. >_>)
Date: 2025-05-30 07:00 am (UTC)From:He set that aside, quite willingly following along this new train of thought. It brought up other memories of his own, however faint those now were: he'd mentioned before, briefly, that much had been lost to him, to time... names, faces, voices... but the feelings, those were there. The sense of what it was like to have others surrounding him, a loving family, a whole community... that much, he could find, in agreement to Foulques's, of his mother.... A faint curiosity, toward the idea of religion -- it was just not something Chell seemed to be familiar with, as presented -- and a quiet, at what followed, one with a somewhat hidden sense of sorrow and loss of his own... something about that was familiar, as well. Chell's had mostly been longer, drawn out, a slower loss, rather than something so shockingly massive all at once, but he understood, all the same.
The fire and smoke and rubble... he was deliberately refusing what memory of his own that tied to, rather than letting it join as well. It wouldn't help anything. The more dramatic loss, thankfully muffled under centuries of deliberate aversion....
He shook his head a little as Foulques spoke again; it was like apologizing for wincing or crying out, when putting pressure on an injured leg, as he saw it. It was barely a second or so after, that Chell offered a thought of his own in consolation, carefully focused....
Foulques might well have caught the echoes of the situations and context around it, though such implications weren't Chell's intent here: that Chell knew, and knew well, as definitely as he knew that stone was hard and water was wet, that that last moment held a kind of rest. That was the notion he offered this time... however secondhand it might actually have been, in reality -- thirdhand? how did one count the passing of experiences, like this? -- it was a feeling that was clear and soft, something reinforced time and again, despite what had led to it... something that was sometimes barely a blink, or perhaps a long moment, as all else failed, and probably longer to the one it belonged to... that last whisper.... Whatever had happened, he was certain that there had been that, as well, a last bit of peace.
It wasn't the most conventional way to offer condolences, certainly....
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Date: 2025-05-30 07:08 am (UTC)From:"Okay! What's next?"
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Date: 2025-05-30 10:19 am (UTC)From:"Let us take the coin as your proxy. I want you to place arrows under it, one for each stretch between dots, in the direction that you want the proxy to move to get to the furthest part of the page."
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Date: 2025-06-03 02:27 am (UTC)From:As one memory flowed into another, images of another sort of fire in the sky took their place. Fireworks bursting in the starry sky above the Twelveswood, new fleeting constellations painted in every color. Blossoms and starbursts and showers of light, there one moment, gone the next. And people watching on the ground below in bittersweet remembrance. The Rising, he identified it. An annual festival to commemorate those lost to the Calamity... and to symbolize Eorzea's rebirth from its ashes.
"Though the continent be forever changed, life does go on," he said thoughtfully. "And so must we. Though whatever may come for Eorzea in the future, I won't be there to see it. Which is likely for the best."
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Date: 2025-06-05 07:50 pm (UTC)From:He tilted his head a bit as he thought about it. "Things like... 'Insufficient privileges to access'... some... file...?" He didn't look up as he said it, absently fiddling with one of the little bits of paper with an arrow on it. "Or... or 'No such file or directory' when something is supposed to be there...?"
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Date: 2025-06-08 08:46 am (UTC)From:That wasn't programming code, those were Linux or Unix Terminal commands.
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Date: 2025-06-08 10:20 am (UTC)From:He took his finger back off it so it wouldn't obstruct Ian's view, and barely turned his head, just a little, to see the boxes. "....So we should set this stuff up first after all...?"
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Date: 2025-06-08 10:41 am (UTC)From:Sun knew the drill from his earlier encounter with River: stay down low enough to give an easy view, and hold still. He sank down a little more, tilting his head forward so that the area in question hopefully caught the light a little better.
If Ian wanted to get a good look at his computer... well, it was now in very easy view.
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Date: 2025-06-08 10:45 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2025-06-08 11:03 am (UTC)From:Well, at least here, Sun could presumably tell them something about things he saw, as Ian messed with them?
And the screws holding his circuit boards in place were absolutely standard torx bits. In a pinch, if they heated up the plastic of a cheap Bic pen, they could probably press that into one and make their own screwdriver for it. The boards were small enough to be laptop contents; the components seemed mostly standard for present-day-ish tech.... one of the visible chips even had "2030" printed in its QC stamp.
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