realitymods
[Some of you have known this moment before.

The stars have started going out. For those on the Plane as it begins, they can see Meredith Sault alone among numerous holographic monitors, windows into all their different worlds.]


You have to prevent harm to the people.

[The Machine listens.

Every resident not already on the Plane is brought there immediately; the moment they arrive, Meredith closes down the monitors. She gives them one reassurance.]
This should be brief.

[Their only warning before she disappears. The stars are going out faster now, and soon all that is left is the soft luminescence which each subject emits. Then that is gone too. Those whose powers come from their environment are without any power.

Those with good hearing might even notice that the distant sound of machinery that haunts this place and all their dreams has stopped. For once, the Astral Plane is silent.]


[ooc: The plot begins! It is in detail here. One day of a power-out to be followed by two weeks of reality-warping from those who took up the library challenge. We'll have the schedule up today.]
 
 
17 April 2011 @ 08:08 pm
 
[Firesong is huddled on the ground in the forest, cuddling a brightly glowing Aya. He's shaking slightly , his breathing kept carefully even as he tries to keep his attention centered on what's around him, and not what the rest of the Plane feels like at the moment. The firebird in his arms keeps giving a comforting flute-like coo, false sparks falling from her feathers. Firesong tries to keep his voice even]

I'm all right Aya. [At least he hopes he will be]
 
 
potentially york's next murderer
17 April 2011 @ 10:11 pm
[Morgana is trying to read in the library by candlelight. She does so for some time, paying little mind to the candle as the wax builds up and dulls the light. Until it goes out entirely.

Annoyed, Morgana looks to the candle—her eyes flash gold—and then the candle is lit again. For the briefest moment Morgana looks satisfied, before surprise and fear move in so fast that she starts and knocks the candle over, spilling wax everywhere as it sputters out again.]


It must have been...

[And now she doesn't even have any matches.]