Destiny's Convergence

Time heals all wounds.

It's one month later. The circling clouds of doom have not ceased, in fact, they are quickening.

Kyra has spent a month in a rushed training program. Every day has been work and worry, but it's the luxury of a fancy condo and an account with too many zeroes in it. Leepina has adjusted to her new prosthetic leg but is still in rehabilitation, stopping by to thank Kyra for what she's done. Flidais has a wonderful patch of soil out back behind the condo that has kept her busy. Kyra now understands how to use her special powers, and has travelled into and out of parts of the Shadowside repeatedly with two highly skilled Veteran agents. Accellatrix is her employer but they've given a very slacked leash. Dennis is watching over her personally, her guardian angel at this time.

Sam has spent the last month as a distinguished guest of the Dark Lord. While he hasn't seen the figure himself, he's grown acquainted with a familiar face in the Dark Lord's current speaker, Mose. As well, Sam is now familiar with his own bonded companion, the silent and mysterious Japanese man known as Ai no ookami (愛 の オオカミ) or "Wolf of Love", who swallowed him as an elephant sized wolf and then spit him out here in his luxurious suite in a tower high in the sky overlooking the lay of the land. Utropolis is a dot in the distance he can see. Below him is a three thousand foot drop outside the tower.

Vince has spent his time well. Taking over a desk job General's life, he has anything he wants or needs. His pain fairy has been really silent, sticking close to him and using most of his energy to fight off the Shadowside's draw. The city rebuilds it's defenses quickly and resumes business. Yet he can see the corruption creeping in. It started when the suicide rate skyrocketed two weeks after the gate closed. While the deaths fell, the sinking paranoia is setting in. Even he can feel it. Hallucinations are now a regular part of life around here. Some doors and hallways randomly appear or disappear. Gravity doesn't follow logical rules in every part of the city. The reality they had with them from the gate is slipping. Soon, this place will consume their sense of reality. Many of the spirits employed in the city have simply vanished, some others have gone crazy and have to be commited to a mental facility. Even the living made of flesh and bone are slowly getting effected. Production has dropped significantly. Rumors and whispers will the hallways: if they don't escape to Earth they will no longer have any sense of where their minds end and where this world begins.

Xander has reached his peak. There's an inevitable burn out with luxury. He feels like he's gone through every single kid personality from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. He's smoked himself stupid. He's had enough sex to make his body sore. He's eaten every food he likes. He's watched all the movies and played all the video games he remembers. It's just too delicious, too sweet. Now he wants peace and quiet, but the pleasureland won't shut off and is never silent. Dill and Lynn have been the only ones keeping him sane. All the ghost hunters have vanished, except David who has become very paranoid and depressed. Then they found the tunnel. At the north valley of this weed paradise is a tunnel in a mountain, and through the other side Xander can see a distant dot he recognizes as Utropolis.

While the normal world has continued on it's boring existence safe from all of this, inside the Shadowside something is stirring. The dark clouds to the East have grown and now loom over Utropolis. Destiny is calling, and a convergence is at hand.

(All players are suggested to distribute 11 experience points as they see fit. This covers the journey from the bunker to the small town, and through the Shadowside to this point. A month changes people. Each person should post their own long overview of what they've done over the month of absence. Feel free to contact me directly about any new Paranormal skills you want.)

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Mose

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[Sam is standing at the balcony, watching over the land. Despite being a prisoner here, a "guest" as the Dark Lord's workers have dubbed it, he has anything he's needed. Exquisite food, luxurious silk and satin beds. Female callers of all shapes and sizes attempt to seduce him.]

[He's had communication with Mose, the individual he had seen shot in the face. Though he hasn't seen him yet, the voice sounds strange over the intercom. Still, it's better than his companion Ai who has sat perched at various parts of his room. The Japanese man has said a total of eight words since swallowing Sam as a massive wolf and regurgitating him here before turning back into a person.]

[The door opens. Mose stands there, and Sam suddenly understands. The entire right cheek of Mose's face is missing, the bullet hit through the mouth and jaw, leaving a gaping wound. All that blood, the chaos. Mose had been shot through the jaw and had lived. Or had he?]

Evening, Sam. I apologize for my...appearance.

[Black swirling tentacles erupt from the side of his face, and Sam realizes he's not standing on the ground. The tentacles crawl and grip across the roof and Mose is dangling from them.]

It's time we discussed why you are here. And what the Dark Lord actually wants with you...

[Mose looks down, Sam can tell he has to strain to move his head.]

My terrible manners. May I enter your room?

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[Kyra wakes to a knock at her door. It's Dennis, and he looks distressed.]

I'm sorry. I know we had a while longer to try and get you ready. But it's looking like things on the other side have escalated. We may not have much time. Do you think you'll be ready to go in tonight?

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Meallán Aradia

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[Vince's life has been strangely perfect. Money, power, freedom. The only thing slowly seeping into his brain is that it would all be perfect if his son was with him. It's today, however, that Aradia makes it obvious that the paradise is coming to an end.]

Boss, I think we may have trouble. It's been a nice month. Really nice. But I think I'm reaching my end here. I won't be able to hold this illusion up forever. I'm nearly drained.

[Aradia has been holding tight to the man ever since they'd gotten here, but he's grown pale and nervous lately. He's gotten the tremors lately.]

And I been communicating through the grapevine. I think you should know...I've received an invitation from... Mose.

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Dill & Lynn Calroni

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[It's been a solid month of fun. Lynn, in her full adult body, has made several attempts to get close to Xander. Every time she gets alone with him, and something exciting might happen, Dill steals control of their soul and takes his age back, turning her into a child. Everytime that happens, her child sensibilities kick in, she screams EWW GROSS, and runs away. But she's getting him back. Every time Dill is about to do something adult and fun, she steals the age of their soul back and turns him into a little boy. Dill freaks out, screaming about cooties, and runs away.]

[The two have been trying to outdo each other each chance they get, leading to an increasing series of hilarious pranks and freak outs. It's like a prank war.]

Dill: So what we doing about the tunnel buuu-dey? [Dill has been using this terrible Pauly Shore reference for a week straight.]

Lynn: Yeah big bro. What's the plan?

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Vincent Matthews

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I don't give a FUCK about Mose.

[Vince has NOT had a good fucking month. He never wanted an easy life -wouldn't know what to do with it. He wanted to rebuild the fifth sector into Arcadia in order to atone for the murder of all the people who died that night. He wanted to replace the board members one by one in order to drive change for this city from the top down. He wanted to find ways to hit the Dark Lord back. That's IT. He would never dream of bringing his kid to a place that's turning into an insane asylum as much as he has spent the entire time trying to fix things. Now it turns out Maellan is spent out.]

You said you could keep this forever, now it turns out you can't.

Well you know what? You don't have to. It's not fucking fair, and I felt this all along but tried to ignore it and tried to hold on to this illusion that you saved my life because you liked me but goddamnit deep down inside me I knew it all along: I CAN'T fucking depend on other people. I'm SCUM and all I cause is PAIN. You should have known that of all people. You want IRELAND you don't want nor should care about the lives of the 10 thousand bastards who are slowly going nuts down here because of me; you never asked to build greeneries nor play boardroom politics, FUCK and I made you do all that shit. It's like slavery. I'm no better than the assholes I replaced.

You're going out in the next transport. We ship things all over the world. We ship things to Ireland too. You were able to have a real body once, and you're gonna have to once again. I don't want you suffering here on my behalf, fixing my goddamn mistakes. I don't want ANYONE suffering on my behalf. You don't deserve this, what happened that night was not your fault, and you don't have to deal with this anymore. Plus, I fucking swear if ever the Dark Lord makes you feel things again, or messes with your mind or emotions or I DONT GIVE a shit, I'm done with this shit. This is what I get for trying to do good by PEOPLE OTHER THAN ME for once in my sorry life.

[He removes the Maellan belt] I KNOW I don't deserve a friend, so you don't have to suffer on my behalf.

[He picks up the tablet to find out when the next shipment to Ireland goes out, though he suspect with the main gate out of order, even the case-by-case is probably out of commission too.]

(spent the 11 points on CHA, MND and SPI, as he's been forced to learn how to impersonate politicians to try to get things done)

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Kyra Penson

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Yes, that shouldn't be a problem.
{I wonder what happened. I hope they're alright over there. I know I'm supposed to spy and such for Accelltrix, but I'm not going to let people suffer so Accelltrix can have their influence.}
Where are my manners? Come in, I'll make you something to drink. You can brief me on what's happened. Is it safe to assume Leepina will be joining us?
(Here's how I spent my points: 3 to guns, 3 to A.B.D., 1 to Pheromones, 2 to Charisma, and 2 to Dexterity)

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Meallán Aradia

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[The headband tries to hold on to Vince as long as it can, finally letting him remove it.]

Oh no no no no. Oh god please no don't abandon me here. I stay in this world too long, you're the only thing that's keeping me from...

[The headband just goes limp when Vince removes it.]

It's ok. Nevermind. Maybe it's time I just let this place absorb me.

[The grub worm that is Aradia only sulks after that.]

[Meanwhile Vince is dealing with a losing battle. He's easily replaced every council member he saw fit. Controlling the military sector is extremely easy. Gregory technically works for him and him alone at this point. The Board was a different matter. As some sort of safety precaution, they all live somewhere across Earth in different countries. Still, despite receiving emails and voice instructions from them daily Vince has come to realize that without the gate they have zero real authority.]

[The agricultural garden is turning out to be a nightmare. The first several weeks they exhausted through the small amount of supplies they had to grow edible plants. The small amount they grew did very fine but was able to feed maybe a thousand people. With no way to bring in new shipments, they had nothing to plant. Someone had the bright idea to try and plant the seeds of plants found in the Shadowside. While that allowed them to make a quick hundred acres of crops in a single week, the food itself was too good to be true. Those who ate from it slowly lost their minds, being drawn to the Shadowside's forces.]

[Vince has been able to snap himself free of the illusion. The strange feelings, the strange thoughts. Live in luxury? Bring his kid here? The Shadowside is getting to him. He feels like he's awakening from a bad dream. The best he can figure it out, those who stay in this place for this long succumb to the world of dreams. It changes you. It corrupts and persuades you. He's seen strong men give up everything to do the strangest things. Some regressed to childhood. One man skinned three people and tried to become them. Others are just too happy for their own good, and others still list around drained of all enthusiasm.]

[But hearing Mose's name and the prospect of the Dark Lord has given him an idea. It may be possible for Vince to simply walk into Mordor and just chat with the Dark Lord. Still, he's had worse plans. The most rationale solution at the back of Vince's mind is to find a way back to Earth. Still, if he's stayed here this long and hasn't lost his mind to the Shadowside, maybe fate's got a purpose for him.]

[Vince has to shake his head again. He doesn't know how these thoughts keep creeping in.]

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[Dennis smiles and walks in, sitting down.] Thank you. Coffee?

What I'm going to tell you is highly classified and need to know. Your situation means you need to know.

Several of my agents who have long infiltrated the city are reporting through the Anisible, and I've sent those two agents you trained with to retrieve them. We have problems. The gate created a bubble to protect the city. Hell, the idiots running UO never imagined a contingency for losing the gate. Now they're facing Convergence.

Living beings and entities alike who exist inside the Tempore for too long face a condition known as Convergence. A lot of people will tell you the place is like a dream. From personal experience, I'll tell you the Tempore is more like a stomach. It slowly dissolves people. Who you were, where you are, it starts to get lost and melt into the place. I've had theorists tell me that we all started as part of the Tempore and somehow this side of reality separated from it. I'll leave the metaphysic dreamy eyed bullshit out of this.

Convergence has taken away nearly three thousand citizens from the eleven thousand originally inhabiting the city. From what we know the Convergence isn't that bad, most entities can last for a hundred years. But because of that damn city, there's a rebound effect. What should take years is now taking days. And the process is increasing quicker, like a rubber band snap it's trying to make up for half a century of gate bubble. Whoever's in there will not be there for much longer. Or at least, they will not be the people we sent in.

Then we have this problem. Someone has...perhaps killed everyone in the military council. Murder? Convergence? I don't know. We believe theirs an imposter posing as other people. The problem is, we can't trace who is who in there. All we know is behavior analysis - you have some free time you should come see "precog" unit we have in Houston, we have these supercomputers and the best psychics on the planet who can do amazing statistical analysis. Anyways, our brain guys tell us that behaviors have changed radically in the staff, beyond what we're seeing for the Convergnce in everyone else. The council appears alive to the people there, but we believe it's an elaborate ruse. Even the UO can't detect it.

So there's that. Here's the last thing. We have intel that indicates Mose is still alive. Apparently in the chaos the Dark Lord got ahold of his body and he's been sending messages psychically to sensitive empaths inside the city.

So here's what you'll have to deal with. Get in the city, retrieve key staff members or report on their status if irretrievable. Gather specific objects and data. Contact Mose. Return. That's it. Then you can go back to your hobo life, or you can work for us. Your contract terminates after this assignment, with a possible resign. We're pulling out all operations of the city. The whole place is getting sucked down into spirit goop out there and we want no part of it.

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Vincent Matthews

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[Vince rushes and puts the headbad back on] I'm so sorry brother.

I don't know what's getting to me. Maybe you can feel it too, there's something going on.... there's a bad vibe. I woke up last night to the sound of phosphorus rounds.... of course there are none of those here, I saw them in Fallujah. But... they were real enough and I couldn't sleep since. I think everyone in the city is starting to lose it.

You know, I had hopes to make our little garden project into something that could save this place, but you know what? I think this place may be beyond saving. Maybe I was just the straw that broke the camel's back when I arrived to this place.

Brother, you're all I have. You get me? You understand... you're all I have. All I've ever had. I'm afraid I'm going to lose you [Vince is being as honest and as straight forward as he's ever been, in his life]... either to the Dark Lord or to some asshole, or to my own mental issues that I'm dragging with me -I mean these used to feed you, once. Maybe they still do? Fuck, I don't know. I just. .. I've never cared about any person and it's just really risky to care for someone now, but I sort of can't help it, you know what I mean?

Fuck this city, brother. Let's just focus on evacuation, does that make sense?

I'm sorry about what I said, okay?

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Meallán Aradia

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[Little bleak dewey eyes look up at him.] You're all I have. You're all I've had for the last fifty years. Wouldn't make sense to a human, but you feed me and allow me to experience lives I never had.

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Vincent Matthews

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Brother I'm gonna tell you one last thing and then pretend we didn't have this whole Brokeback Mountain little chat, okay? [he's serious] Cuz I'm no homo. At least I used to think so. But I'd give my life for you, man. I fucking would. It's not worth much, but I don't really have any other cause that's noble, you see? My kid?.... yeah, after I tell you this, you must promise me never to repeat it again, okay? Cuz I need to lie to myself. You see, my kid may not even be real. I've never seen him. Maybe the bitch made it up, for all I know, to get the child support payments. My Iraq buddies used to think he wasn't real. I try to pretend I don't know that, because thinking of a real kid gets me out of bed most mornings. But lately, it's not doing the trick anymore. Lately it's either you... or the thought of saving this dump. So whatever happens, I promise you I'm gonna do right by you if it's the last thing I do. We're stuck forever, man. [he wipes his left eye, and takes a deep breath.]

Okay! Done with the homo bullshit! I suck at this shit.

[he shakes his head and nods a little, to himself] Okay brother. Decision number 1 we need to make, is whether this dump can be saved at all or not. I don't care about the assets, but there's 10 thousands poor bastards who don't deserve as shitty a deal. So, can we make this Oz place worth fighting for again? Right now, signs point to "no". And if that's the case, then we should be looking at how to evacuate as many people as possible. The board doesn't really pull weight around here anymore, and the military board is ours for a while to make decisions.

So. Share up that intel about Mose's ghost you got, and then let's hook up with Gregory and see what our options are to get everyone the hell out. Sounds like a plan?

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Meallán Aradia

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No homo to be had, man. I'm not a guy, or a boy, or whatever. I identify with male but I don't even have a ... well, you know. And I don't really find you attractive in the way humans reproduce. I just...you're the only life form that kept me alive while those bastards tortured us all... [The grub sighs, relaxing.]

I know this'll sound crazy. I think it does. But Mose is inviting us to a dinner. And a sit down. With Sam. And the Dark Lord.

And here's the crazy part. I think the only safe way back to Earth is through there.

As for this city, I'm pretty sure it's fucked. The only thing keeping it together was the doorway, and now that it's gone it's all collapsing. Our best bet is to figure how to punch a hole to Earth and send everyone through single handedly. I'd love to save this place as much as you but...without the anchor to reality it's dust.

You know how beachfront property works? Those idiots who build million dollar homes near the ocean? And then one or two bad storms or climate changes later the entire sand underneath them gives way and they have ocean floor property?

Yeah. That's this city right now.

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Xander Frost

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Well guys, i think it's time we head out. It's been cool here chilling with you guys {I still got to kiss Lynn at one point and she didn't turn into an eight year old. You had to sleep sometime Dill. Sorry bro.}

I think if I was totally dead, I would have ended up somewhere else. So... maybe I'm only half dead? Maybe my body is still out there sort of preserved or something. Maybe if I find it, we can get back to... to something a little more normal. I think I'm burned out on the green for a bit.

Like having too much halloween candy at once. It's an awesome rush for a few days, but then chocolate makes you sick and you can't stand it. I need a break man.

[he looks around for the tunnel and tests it with his different sights.]

Maybe... it can go other places too? [he tests the edges; trying to see if it comes off like a portable hole in cartoons. Once he checks it out, he's heading through it and seeing where it goes next] Lets go guys!

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Kyra Penson

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That all sounds reasonable. I should probably be able to do all that. However I do have a question about all this. Accelltrix is a bit paranoid about their secrets. Right now I know quite a bit more about the company. I find it hard to believe that Accelltrix plans to just let me go after this. So, before I leave for this mission, tell me the truth. What does Accelltrix plan to do with me after the mission is over?

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Vincent Matthews

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[Vince considers] Mose... does he sound like normal Mose? Or is his voice all like... braaaainnss and shit? Can you RSVP back to Sauron? Cuz we'll go, man. Shit, we don't have much else left to try in this dump. But on one condition, and he has to agree on his word of honor, if he has any honor, which all big bad guys do: no more mind control influence corruption bullshit on me nor you, ever, period, none. I gotta be honest man, the shit I do impersonating politicians may be dirty, but mind-control is fucking rotten. It's cheating, you know? If he doesn't explicitly agree to that one condition, there's no deal, none.

Alright. Now I gotta chat with Gregory to set this up- whoah whoah whoah, wait... wait... did you say you don't have a gender? Like.... if I asked you to take the form of a girl you- no. No, Ahh hahaah, aaaah-I'm not going down that path a second time [he chuckles as if he had just dodged a huge bullet] Noo, no-no-no. Okay. [he brings up the tablet, and switches to look like Demonte, the identity he feels the most comfortable with. He then dials Gregory.]

Gregory. Are you making any progress restoring the Earth Portal? As I'm sure you've noticed, the city its losing its grip on reality and it's gonna crumble soon. Do we have any means whatsoever to reach earth, even on one-person-at-a-time basis? If yes, we need to start evaccing from the top down. It'll take a while, but it has to be done. If we don't restore the Earth Portal in the next 24 hours, we have to give up on Ultropolis 3 and start evaccing, even one at a time if we must.

Second bit of news: the Dark Lord has invited me to dinner, and I'm going. Don't worry about how I know: it's legit. What I need you to do, is set your best eggheads to come up with a portable device that can reroute all the power from all the city's generators to it. Yeah. I know it would cause a blackout, I know it would lower our barriers and defenses, etc. I just need to have all the generator's output through this one portable gizmo. If the opportunity comes and / or the dinner is served cold / without condiments, I'll stick it up Sauron's ass and flick on the switch. You got 24 hours son, do your best because this is our last chance before we start focusing on evac full time. Don't worry about asking confirmation from the Board. The Board aren't here, so it's no skin off their bones. It's about us now, and the people we can save here, soldier. I know you understand.

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[Dennis smiles, looking down at his hands. (And the coffee or tea if she got him any.) There's somewhat of a flush to his cheeks.]

I knew the moment I saw you. Peaked inside those eyes of yours. I don't operate with an entity like you do, no, the agency hired me for a myriad of other reasons. I'd like to say I'm a mind reader.

I read your soul. I saw you, just one look. I knew. You're too smart to approach on this through subversion- oh where are my manners? You asked about Leepina. She's...she's not fit for this trip. She's barely getting use to rehabilitation for that leg. And there's the PTSD to account for. As well, she's not really qualified.

The agency has set out a guideline of baits and switches. What I'm suppose to dangle over your nose to get you to do this, and what I'm suppose to do when you actually do it. I'll say that half of them are not pretty. You understand what Terminate with extreme prejudice means. So here's the logistics.

We picked you because you have no option, you are immediately familiar with the current layout, and UO wanted to eliminate you all together and when our Agency bought your contract many of our higher ups decided you were a liability. They figure sending you in to hell was a great way to dispose of you after you'd retrieved our intel for us.

One of the dozen plans I have involved giving you a communications device, a backpack like think, that once you reported back and returned what we need it would detonate and take out a few city blocks in that place.

So I won't lie to you. Acellatrix believes in three approaches to this. Banishment, Termination, or Acquisition. If we had someone like you running around out here giving company secrets to the normal world you'd cause a big problem.

Let's put it this way. Your lawyer parents? Since that day you arrived through the gate we've had a squad positioned across from their house and agents monitoring them at work. All your friends, loved ones, etc? One of my more vicious and unscrupulous bosses has a deadswitch active. The moment they think you've gone rogue, we wipe out every tie that put you to this world. Bank accounts, school records, everything. You won't be a legal citizen of the United States of America anymore. I won't even touch on the disinformation campaign and the three different identities they'll got lined up to reidentify you with. I'm pretty sure you don't want to be a mentally unstable terrorist from Lithuania.

So transparency then. I've taken a watch over you because I saw into your eyes. Despite my fight against my superiors, It's still a slippery slope. So far, you have been adrift in the safe harbor of my patience. It is me and me alone that has saved your life. And I'm not interested in the world losing your brilliance.

So my proposition is this. Get in. Do what you need to. Get out. Show cooperation. Then negotiate for terms to be left alone. All the company is concerned about is information. The fragility of modern civilization. We sit on top of so many secrets. So many. You can't imagine what a secret like this one would do to our culture. The ripple effects would be cataclysmic.

Or I can walk away, and the guards outside can shoot you right now.

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Captain Gregory

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Dumonte. I- I'm sorry. I was trying to write a report and I kept hearing a voice. It was a girl singing. A child. Just like my daughter. I keep seeing her out of the corner of my eyes but... [Vince can hear the man is loading a revolver on the other side of the voiceline.]

They keep most of us stupid here. You know. Me, Mose, Leonhard. We were in the know. I'm pretty sure both of them had a companion spirit, Leonhard would brag when he was drunk that his was a hawk that let him see miles away and could snipe the freckle off a ginger from sixteen klicks.

I- yeah. Yeah I can open a way back to Earth. We were told to stand strong but... [The distinct sound of a revolver chamber being spun around.] I think we were so desperate to hold onto hope. You know? To imagine we could stay. I think we were protecting the spirits. You know? None of them want to be left behind and OU is very strict on taking spirits out to the other side. That's why the facility out is heavily guarded by Accellatrix. [There's the snap of the revolver chamber closing and locking.] Otherwise we get the end of the damn Disney Haunted Mansion.

Hold on. [There's a pause, and the click of a revolver hitting an empty chamber. There's a deep breath of relief, filled with sadness. Gregory gets back on the line.] I know my daughter's not here. I know she's been dead for years.

[The sounds of Gregory standing and getting his jacket on.] Alright. Fine. I'll prepare evacuation. I got something. Just the thing. You see that Dark asshole, eye contact, you put a bullet through them. Ok? I'll be down at the generator preparing the evacuation. God speed, man. God Speed.

[The line disconnects.]

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David Bennet

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I'm not staying here.

[David joins them as the venture foreword. As it is, the tunnel goes to the Shadowside and that's it. When the arrive out the end, staring up at circling clouds and realizing that the swamp and trailer park is very close, they find the portal behind them is simply gone.]

[There's no sounds, no fancy effects. They're exiting a tunnel from out of a hill on this side and then, when all of their eyes stop seeing it, a glance again and it's gone. No tunnel, nothing. Just Xander, Dill, Lynn, and David with his ghost hunting gear.]

I lost...I lost all my friends in there. My crew. I was...I was a local ghost hunter. In New Orleans. I think. The last month has gotten hazy. But now...they're all gone. Just me. And you three.

[David is trying hard to hold himself together.]

I don't know what you plan. Or where this place is. But my sensors are going crazy. It's like there's ghosts everywhere here... [David looks around.] Oh dear god no. Are we where I think we are?

[Xander can feel a pulling sensation. And the drowning, suffocating grip on his lungs is back again. It had left for the month in that safe haven his father built, but this place...he realizes he's drowning. He just doesn't know where his body is. No. Correct that. He knows it's North. In the swamp. He can feel it here. Calling to him.]

(I need you to message me a very detailed version of his "tragic event" in his past, and outline the personality of his "lost love". Private message about Xander's past.)

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Kyra Penson

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To them, I'm just an asset or a liability. That's just how they look at things. They look even you that way too, but I suppose that's just how things are. I'll find a way to make things work. I always do.
[She gets up from the table.]
I'm going to gather my things. To be honest, I can't wait to get out of this place. Something bugs me about this place. It's probably the cameras. I found six, but I'm sure there's more.
{Come on Arimah, we can finally leave this place. I hope we can help the people in the city. I know we're just supposed to help the V.I.P.s but I can't just let those people just slowly go crazy. Especially since they're in the same situation as me. Trapped by the corporation.}

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[Vince hangs up on call and puts down the tablet. It's the same tablet -he's kept it ever since and it has a sort of emotional value....]

I hope he doesn't blow his brains out, Monster. [referring to Gregory] He's a good man. And his mind is in the right place -where does this one-at-a-time portal open up? Accelletrix? These folks may be escaping an asylum to land in a prison.

It's time to make a deal. I'm gonna offer them "Vince". I know they want that. In exchange for safe passage for most people here, one at a time. I'm okay with their memory-erasing shit -frankly to most people that'd be like doing them a favor- but I'll insist is done carefully so they don't forget important stuff like... who they fell in love with while in here, you know what I mean?

Alright. Let's do this.

[Vince turns off the Demonte disguise, and finds his raggiest, ugliest clothes. He puts them on. He finds a dirty closet in his five-star-general mansion, and sets the tablet to a take a self picture in 10 seconds. He holds two metal broomsticks to simulate bars. Holds them parallel, growls at the camera.... and SNAP. A kodak moment.]

[Then he emails the picture to the highest Accelletrix contact on his list he can find, -is it a Mr. Dennis? with the text message: "We found your Vince Matthews. We've neutralized Maellan Aradia. If you want them, it's time to negotiate. Signed -Demonte" and shoots that bad boy off through the wires]

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Xander Frost

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woah! North! north north north! I'm over that way! [he takes off running north, his feet sloshing through the mud as he runs]

Man oh man! If we get there and I'm dead that would totally suck! Dude, keep up or you can end up in some shitty trailer park! [he shouts to Dennis. He knows that Dill and Lynn will keep up.]

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{I don't know if you believe in reincarnation. But I've just sown the seeds of my rebirth. If I do not make it, I believe I may one day find a new existence in the plants we've sewn out back.}

{This man likes you, but it's not sexual. He does not fluctuate his blood or hormones like mammals preparing to mate. Still, he seems to care for you.}

{As for your friends in the Summerlands, I do hope they are alive. I would not wish being stuck there on anyone. Even the machine people who make more machines - I believe you would call them factory laborers. They do not deserve this. We should bring them back here. I believe with what we've learned to cut a hole between worlds we can save them.}

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[Dennis nods and leads Kyra to the door.]

Three hours. You've got three hours to be at headquarters, and prepare to go into the dark. The Tempore has only gotten worse than since you've seen.

[Dennis stops at the door and looks back at her.]

I will personally assure that your things here remain untouched. In one year if you have not reported back, your lot will end up in a storage facility. In the meantime make peace with your gods and prepare to do the hard work.

When you get back, I am assumptive in this fact, I want you to sit down with me and have a serious consideration about a future in this field. We're not all bad people, you know. We're just trying to keep the world from consuming itself. We're the anti-Ouroboros.

[Dennis turns and leaves, his two bodyguards following him.]

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[Within moments an email response returns to Vince's tablet.]

Detainment of suspect is to be commended. Portal preparations are under way. Deliver subject tomorrow to deportation center under survellience of Captain Gregory. Until further notice, keep suspect contained. Subject is considered extremely dangerous and naturally armed. Do not, under any circumstances, terminate suspect.

[After that email comes through, another message from Gregory.]

Opening portal tonight. Will process through important personnel. If you've found that son of a bitch, I want to talk to him tomorrow before he goes through. I don't know how many good men I lost due to him. Keep tight Dumonte, we'll be drinking beers on Earth and reminiscing about these bad days. We were lucky to get rid of that prick Mose, but let's drink one for Leonhard, eh? That confused sweet tits man was a damn fine soldier.

[Vince discovers quickly that all non vital staff is preparing to proceed to the generator room.]

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[Xander trails through mud, grass, and knee deep water. Then it's up on dry land. The dread is filling him. He can just tell that things are going to get worse. The feeling of drowning is all around him and he can't fight it now. Behind the dread he knows why the feeling has come. Something familiar and terrible is coming. And his subconscious knows what it is but he won't admit it.]

[As the four of them pass the forest, they turn to see the trailer park. Where there was once a quiet gathering of rednecks and old trailers, there's burned out husks of wood. Bodies lay strewn up on posts. Crucifixions. Then Dill and Lynn stop silent. Xander realizes what it is. It's their father, Dillon, and he's crucified. Hanging from a tree. His chest and stomach are spread open, intestines dangle down his legs and sitting on a pile below. His entire body is carved with Kabbalic symbols. And a specific symbol he's never seen before (give me a MND roll for this) but he thinks he knows. Around the park they start to notice the pieces of body parts that would have been the angels he had brought forth.]

...help...

[The voice startles them. The thing is still alive. Their father is weak, cannot move, but he whispers enough for them to hear. He is now in his version of hell.]

...please...son...save me...

[Dill and Lynn silently look between themselves, then push Xander's shoulders and hurry towards the direction he's being called. They walk out of sight of the terrifying scene and move towards the water. Xander discovers the location of his destiny. A large lake, and he's drawn to the center. Now he remembers. This is where the hovercar sank.]

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{Hope you know what you're doing boss. Risky game. Still. I'd love to see the faces on the people when we get back. Despite that, I really want to stick it to the Dark Lord. That jerk's asking for a beating.}

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[Vince is laying on his king-size bed, confy-snuggled in angel-smooth sheets and pillows, eating bacon and eggs and laughing at the emails in the tablet]

Of course I don't know what I'm doing, compadre! But I'll tell you a secret: [he whispers] nobody else does either. Upper hand goes to those who realize it [he grins, and unconsciously sticks the tip of his tongue out as he finger types, all index fingers like a newb, and he spells out loud what he types]

"Vince is a rotten bastard, Gregory. I found him in an alley behind the Nine Tails brothel, high on crack and masturbating. Disgusting human being -I'll be first to piss on his goddamn grave, but we're gonna trade it to Accelletrix first in exchange of safe passage for our people. I'll pour some whisky on the ground for Leonhard too. Now give me some numbers: how long will it take us to evac the entire population? You and I heros are gonna leave last, as I'm sure you realize. I need you here to operate the Christmas present, you hear? Which brings me to report number two: how are your eggheads doing creating this portable toy that can channel all of the output of all the generators? I need it to be as small as possible. DeMonte out."

[clicks send.]

Heh!

[then replies to Accelletrix]

"The downfall of Ultropolis 3 can be directly attributed to this man. I'm not handing it over to you for nothing. If we're all going to die, I might as well die happy slitting his throat and pulling out his tongue like a necktie myself, you hear? The following terms are not negotiable: in exchange for Vince Matthews, you're going to allow safe passage of the entire population of Ultropolis 3, and you are going to limit mind-wipes to only those who voluntarily request one. I don't care if a few crackpots show up in 60 Minutes later -nobody is going to believe one more conspiracy theory and they have zero evidence anyway. I want them free and out of the system unless they volunteer to keep working on the outside. They need to bring their PT pets too. Assure me of this. Once the last citizen has evacuated Ultropolis 3 safely, I will hand over Vince Matthews to you at a place of my choosing, far away from the city walls. I'm not unleashing that dog near us ever again. Confirm when everything is ready for evac and we'll go from there. -DeMonte out."

And that's that, my ungendered friend.

[He jumps out of bed in his bathrobe and begins preparing a bag for dinner... he throws in half a dozen of those Synthetic Sex Slaves in hard-drive form, a few explosives, a backup tablet, two twinkies, a laffy taffy and a few guns. The Dark Lord didn't say "come unarmed".]

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Captain Gregory

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[Two messages quickly return.]

"Portal will be open roughly midnight. Still a half a day. We have a lot of preparation to do, OU procedure is to set up every contingency for problems with portals. Once it's open I'll let you know. As for the weapon, no egg heads. It's already been sitting in the armory, waiting a chance like this. Come grab it when you're ready. I just don't know how you're going to get us the prisoner and go to see the Dark Lord at the same time. Which do you plan first?"

[Then to his second message, a stranger response.]

"Non negotiable. We can burn the city right now."

[Then the message is quickly followed by a second one.]

"Dumonte. My name is Dennis Fuller. The agency is currently run by very ruthless and ambitious people. However, I am in control of the transfer and am willing to make a deal. We will send one of our own agents over to help facilitate the transfer of classified information. The target documents the agent is after are from Mose and various other sections of the city. Assist the agent and we will do exactly what you've asked. Vince is now a secondary priority compared to the agent's mission. No other member of your staff is to know the true identity or purpose of our agent. Is that clear?"

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Vincent Matthews

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{"We can burn the city right now?!" who the fu-}
"Then burn it, faggot. [replies Vince to the first reply from Accelletrix] Burn it right now! I hope you're ready to explain away the VOLUMES of Accelletrix confidential information someone of my rank has access to, which ANY of my three thousand men can make public if I simply ask them too. Either start three thousand manhunts before dinner, or PLAY FUCKING BALL, son. Actually, you know what? Too late. You have 10 minutes to apologize, or expect to see the mother of all Wikileaks. Vince's been talking. Did you know that his subconscious was recording a large, large amount of interesting data while you thought he was just sleeping in a tube? Not just HitoCorp chatter either -but intercepted information from the PT, which you were so thoughtful to wire through that facility. You don't want me as your enemy, son. [clicks "send"]"

Fight! fight! fight! [he chuckles to Maellan after sending that email]. You can't lower your head with these people, you know. They'll only put their boot on if- Oh. Another email. [reads, and scratches his butt]

Oh okay, this guy sounds more reasonable. [He replies with all index fingers]

"Dennis. The person who sent the first email needs a lower dose of steroids with his morning sugar flakes. You don't shit where you eat, and you and I both know your organization has been feeding through UO for years. I'm willing to forgive and forget if you can get my citizens out safely. Send your agent. I have access to everything Mose had access to, and my soldiers are everywhere. As for his identity, I'll simply tell everybody he is my new sex slave -that way there will be no suspicions. Just kidding. Maybe. Make sure he arrives before evening, I'll treat him to a very special dinner. -DM." ["send"]

Or maybe he will be dinner! Dun-dun-dun!

[then he switches to Gregory's email]

"On my way to pick up item. Just to be clear: I'm not talking about a mere bomb, though that would be nice. What I want to do is channel all the output of all the generators in the city. Gonna give the Dark Lord a little jumpstart. As for the prisoner -I'll deliver him last and in person, once Accelletrix does their part of the deal and every citizen has been safely evacced. They gotta do their part first -you know how those assholes are, if we give up our cards first they have no more incentive to keep their word. Leaving for dinner in a few hours. DeMonte out."

Alright Monster, show time. I better put on some pants before things get serious, I suppose. [he starts getting dressed, and while he does, he has the tablet download as much information about Accelletrix to a USB drive as he has access to. And by "he", he means DeMonte, Mose, and all of the big wig assholes he's replaced and who are currently in their underwear pondering the meaning of life while locked in DuMonte's basement (he's no murderer.. yet). He'll wait for the USB to fill, then he'll make a few backups, and store them next to the twinkies in the dinner bag, except for one which he'll leave under his pillow.]

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Kyra Penson

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{Well, Arimah, it looks like it's time to go back to the afterlife. We need to be on the lookout for Xander and Dylan. Perhaps Vince, I'm still not completely sure he's gone. It's just a feeling I have. Anyway, is there anything you want to do before we head back? Personally I could go for a walk in the forest and some meditation.}
[Kyra takes some time to get her things ready. She takes her grandmother's teapot and puts it away in the cupboard. Then she puts on the shoulder holster, then puts on her jacket over it.]
{You know, I'm still not used to carrying this thing.}
[She feels the weight of the gun in her hand before holstering it.]
{I wish I didn't have to carry it. I hope that I won't have to use it. But I can't be helpless anymore. The underworld is a dangerous place. That's enough negative chi for one day. Lets enjoy this time before we have to leave.}

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