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[fuckyousoleil]

[observant types may notice thin, very thin, thread-like objects snapping through the air, heading towards the gaping void. They work quickly; the seams seem to come together rapidly, smoothly, as if it were nothing.]

Comments

[bluetilator]

[peering over your shoulder]

What is your little machine box? It is like magic.

[takeme2urpants]

It is technology--I am entirely unfamiliar with magic, unfortunately.

[bluetilator]

To me, they are much the same. What does it do?

[takeme2urpants]

Many things, though at the moment I am using it as a journal. Many odd things happened in this place last year, and I am hoping to discern if there is any relation to what has just happened.

[bluetilator]

What was odd?

[takeme2urpants]

There was a momentary rupture in the fabric of space-time. I assume you saw it?

[bluetilator]

The universe fractured and repaired itself. This is not uncommon.

[takeme2urpants]

You have experience with these occurrences?

[bluetilator]

In the days of old, before the time when the plague of humanity spread across the earth, I walked between worlds and made time my servant. I, Illyria, nearly dissolved all existence myself.

Yes, I have experienced such things.

[takeme2urpants]

In your current form, would you be able to suppress or reverse them?

[bluetilator]

I am... diminished. I cannot.

[takeme2urpants]

Would you be able to help us create some sort of approximation of this power? Could there be such a thing?

[bluetilator]

I do not know. Don't ask me such things, insolent creature!

[takeme2urpants]

I do not wish to upset you, Illyria, nor be insolent. I only wish to protect, and to be of service.

I apologize for being unfeeling.

[bluetilator]

Tell me more of your little box.

[takeme2urpants]

[O(]

Of course.

Are you familiar with the Internet?