!IMPORTANT! video; username: 82736775

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[The video is from everyone's favorite camera-shy mad scientist, 82736775. This time, he's not even present in a carefully-framed way; he appears to just be using his jewellery as a Go-Pro.

The view is a large machine in the middle of the woods. It's crudely constructed, with loud, grinding gears and exhaust tubes belching smoke. There are three figures scurrying about -- Dipper, Shiki, and Hide, for those of you who would recognize them -- pulling levers and turning cranks and struggling to hear each other over the machine's groaning. Jars of fairy goop hang off the thing like lanterns in a coal mine.]

Listen uuuup, bitcheesss!

[The view jerks, then readjusts as the sky comes into focus.]

Thanks to my genius and everybody else's scrappy, can-do attitude, we're about to make scientific history. By which I mean w-we're about to blow this bullshit away.

[His hand enters the frame. He is flipping off the sky.]

Engage Operation: Fuck You, Magic!

[The frame stays centered on the sky, though the machine's groaning reaches almost deafening levels. Above the cacophony, there's a high-pitched whining: something is warming up. All over Chantes, the ground shakes.

Then bright green fills the screen and everything is so loud that it's almost silent. Those of you who are at a distance may see a gigantic green beam shooting into the sky just before everything turns bright white for a few long seconds.

And suddenly, there is light. Stars. Two moons. The sky is back.

82736775 is laughing maniacally. He swings the frame around to the giant machine, which has blasted wide open: smoking panels have fallen to the ground, exposing frayed wires. His assistants are also on the ground, looking dazed.]

Suck my dick, Narnia! Haha, yeah!

Now let's figure out what to do and get the hell off this rock! Team science, ouuuut!

[ ooc. IMPORTANT! the sun is now returned. from this point on, there are normal day-night cycles in chantes! be aware there are two moons, and the sun rises in the west. use this post to discuss what to do now! threadjacking encouraged. thank you to my fellow players and our modteam for making this plot so successful! i love you all.

UPDATE! check this thread for conversation on a peaceful option. ]

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VIDEO.

[selfimage]

[ bright eyes are glancing at him. they make look familiar. ]

Not quite.

[respired]

[Oh, yes. He remembers Loki.

Koltira grits his teeth.]

We've done what was required.

[selfimage]

One of the things.

[ he says, distinctly. ]

I believe there's the another that requires peace between two warring factions.

[respired]

[Koltira massages his temple. Loki's voice; face; body. Not quite the same, he realizes. But the eyes are true, and the bearing as well.]

Tell me. Whatever happened to your prisoner?

[selfimage]

We gave him back.

[ wow, just drop that casually, Loki. he flicks his hand. ]

We couldn't keep him indefinitely, but we did get his big book. Rather interesting, actually.

[respired]

[He grits his teeth.]

You should have killed him.

[selfimage]

I'm still not convinced he's entirely wrong.

For that we need him alive.

[ he flicks his fingers. ]

Besides, we don't want to appease the king now, do we?

[respired]

[Koltira speaks with some difficulty, stopping short occasionally, his syllables clipped.]

He blotted -- blotted out the sun. And we have reversed it. What-- what do you think he will do now?

[selfimage]

I'm sure he hasn't given up on his little perfect world idea. His brother assured us, for all that it's worth, and we've been tracking his movements.

If he does something, we'll know.

[respired]

[Koltira shakes his head, slowly. That's not good enough, he thinks. But there's something else here to ask.]

What did you find in the book?

[selfimage]

All sorts of things, especially that of the demonic variety. Arthur had said so, himself. Something something demons something ... something ...

[respired]

[Koltira groans. This is not the time to be adorably flippant, Loki!]

What do you mean, something?

[selfimage]

[ but he's oh so charming and witty. ]

He's been consorting with them, if we're to believe him.

[respired]

[Koltira drags a hand down his face. In Azeroth, it was hard to get worse than demons. Even the undead were a lesser threat.]

That bodes ill.

[selfimage]

Oh, very much so.

Perhaps they can fix it with science.

[respired]

[A short, pained bark of a laugh. There's something frustrating about talking to Loki; in this and their other conversation he speaks like he's dancing. Showy, careful steps. But at the same time, it reminds Koltira of his own people, particularly as they are now--just as sly, just as liable to wear a mask of wit. It's a little comforting.]

Yes. Or perhaps this world will die from fire instead of ice.

[selfimage]

[ in all honesty, Michel's much like a catalyst for change, and Loki, being the god of chaos, is rather curious to see where his whims will take him.

no where good, perhaps, but it was change. it was different. this ... it wasn't working. ]

Perhaps something here needs to burn a little bit. I could think of a few things, actually.

[ he opens his hand in a shrug. ]

Something needs to change, perhaps he's extreme, but he seems the only one willing.

[respired]

I see your sympathies have only deepened since we last spoke.

[He makes an aggrieved noise in his throat.]

I have known men who felt the world should crumble and be remade into their own image. Such a philosophy does not often bear scrutiny.

[selfimage]

[ that sounds like him, once. in what seems like a week ago, or an eon ago. ]

Mm, no ... that's not quite it.

[ there's a hint of defiance in there, but not for the reason that first may be suspected. ]

I mean change comes. When it's repressed, it comes violently. You can't get out of it without a little chaos in tow.