[Mostly Open] So we'll press, and press 'til you can't take it anymore!

[groupiedrifter]

CHARACTERS: Precursors and you. And Eventually Newton. Hopefully!
LOCATION: A holding room in Ximilia Station.
DATE: Est. two days post-mission, after the kaiju is defeated and the orb is retrieved.
CONTENT: The precursors are revealed — and are finally removed from Newt's mind.
WARNINGS: Possession and the bodily autonomy issues that come with that. More will be added if necessary!

Closed and opened starters will be added as I go, which will be announced on plurk! But if you don't use plurk or would rather keep an eye out by email/tracking, feel free to use the tracking option and mark to receive notifs any new top level comments posted to this log! The log will involve an open starter to visit the precursors where they're cuffed/contained in the room, so stay tuned.

Also no rush once the open starters are posted!

Feel free to focus on the player plot log first and come back to this later.

CLOSED STARTER | THE DOCTOR
DARKLING'S TOP LEVEL | WHILE NEWT WAS SLEEPING...
OPEN STARTER | THE PRECURSORS, REVEALED
CLOSED FINAL CONCLUSION | THE PRECURSORS, REMOVED
OPEN PROMPTS | NEWTON GEISZLER'S RETURN

Comments

[callada]

[All right. That got him. The horror registers pretty quickly, in fact. Hair rises on the back of his neck as his eyes widen. It could be a lie, of course, just to instill more fear, but he feels like this might be something better taken seriously.

How in the world does one stop something like this from continuing to consume everything in their path? No wonder Newton's world sounds like a horrifying, stressful place. Every world has the potential to be that, too.

Well. One step at a time.]

And that's just what you do, is it? Consume everything. Some day you'll run out, won't you?

[groupiedrifter]

[They look so very pleased by the look they're given.]

The universe is a very, very vast place.

... Endless, some say.

Do you really think we'll run out?

[callada]

What kind of life is that, endless destruction? What's the point of it all?

[Because as terrible as it is, it doesn't seem like there's any goal if they truly believe the universe to be infinite. Just... exist to destroy? Why?]

[groupiedrifter]

Such a bleak outlook.

It's endless destruction for the worlds and people we wipe away, sure.

But for us, it's our community flourishing.

[Their head leans to the side, and they seem to study Rosinante.

Like something in a little jar.]

And don't we all want nothing more than to see our own flourish?

[callada]

[They're not human, and they don't think like humans. Perhaps that goes without saying, but his exposure to non-humans both at home and here all still showed them to be similar enough, with similar wants and needs.

The similarities here are harder to find. They're right, these things - every community, every village and every nation, wants to grow and prosper. Sometimes because they all work together, but sometimes because those at the top are endlessly greedy. This feels like both of those things have merged into one, creating a species of ravenous hunger with no care for anything else.

Well, he wanted to know what they were. Goal accomplished, in some small part.]

I'd like to see our own flourish alongside others, without one consuming the other. There's space enough in all these worlds for everyone. Except, perhaps, your people. I'm sure our own here on the station will find a way to dig you out of Newton, because there's no place for you here.

[groupiedrifter]

[They're smiling, attempting to look terribly casual, but-

Their eye twitches, expression a little more forced.]

We'll see about that, Rosi.

You'll all have to just learn like Newton has, what happens when you try to fight back.

[callada]

[Aha, so the tension can indeed go both ways. Good. Maybe he didn't exactly strike fear into the creatures' minds, but he'll take what he can get, for now. Keep them on their toes. These humans aren't going to roll over and give up so easily.]

Oh, I'm sure we'll all have some learning to do. Enjoy the lesson.

[Time to get out of here. Let someone else investigate. He needs a cigarette.]