futurology | !IMPORTANT! video; username: 82736775

[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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[ there's a little waggle of his finger. ]

You got it in one. I'll reserve the prize, will a gift card do?

Oh, come on, you're just throwing out that you're immortal so casually? Where's the fanfare? I'd think I'd make a bigger deal about it if I learned I couldn't die.

[ Loki heaves up an exasperated sigh. ]

Most likely because you're mortal.

Hence my point.

[ a mortal perspective on immortality. there's a pair of bright green eyes that flicker with a hint of amusement. ]

[He's just going to keep up this highly amused grin over here.]

So, tell me, immortal man, how did the whole immortality thing happen? Your mother didn't dip you in some special god serum up to your ankle, did she?

[Keats, this is no time to be a giant mythology nerd.]

Ask me again over shaken milk and pancakes, and I'll feel more likely to oblige your curiosities.

Oh, reluctant to share over the network? Strange, you're so open as your status as an immortal that I thought it would be quite the opposite.

Despite what you think, whatever you choose to believe doesn't make me less of what I am. I've nothing to prove, but I do have pancakes to gain.

[ there's a tip of his head. ]

By the way ... [ he lowers his voice to a whisper. ] You're coming off a little strong.

[Have a nice eye roll over here, Loki.]

How? How am I coming off strong?

[ plainly: ] You have something to prove.

[He lets out a scoff.]

If it's the fact that I think the world runs on logic and science instead of magical mumbo-jumbo, then sure, I have something to prove.

You mean "logic within your perception," I take it?

[ the words come out easy, but there's challenge behind them. ]

[He senses the challenge, and he's not backing down. His smirk only gets wider.]

Logic as in "the world runs within the guidelines of certain rules and those rules cannot be broken or changed through normal means". That's what I mean.

Ah—yes, those you can understand, of course. Which, well, I suppose my point would still remain, wouldn't it?

[ he leans closer and drawls: ]

That within your limited perception.

[He lets out a frustrated noise.] So, what, you're going to argue that I'm just blind to certain things that exist? I mean, sure, say that if you want, but you have to have other evidence that things outside my perception exist besides just telling me about them, you know.

Don't pull the myopia card on me, now. You were just starting to show some promise.

[He laughs.] Come on, now. If you're trying to get me to say that magic exists, it simply isn't going to happen without some undeniable hard proof.

I'm not just going to say I believe in it based on someone telling me about it over the network.

Just like me, magic doesn't seem to care whether or not you care it exists or not.

I'm just rather concerned with the Midgardians insistence on making magic versus science the dichotomy power hour.

Aw, I'd almost feel upset about that if not for the fact that it means nothing to me.

And wait, Midgardians? [He's heard of that word, before.] You're not invoking Norse mythology on me, are you?

[ it comes out flat: ]

Invoking.

[ a dramatic pause. ]

Please, go on.

[He doesn't look amused. What's the big deal?]

That's not an answer to my question, and you know it.

[ Loki sounds like he may laugh. ]

I believe you can answer it yourself.

Turning it back on me, now, are we? Honestly, we were talking about immortality, what's with myths being brought up all of a sudden? Unless you happen to be some kind of Norse god, in which case, I'll probably laugh.

You were spirited away across the multiverse and you'd laugh at a Norse god?

Really now, you are stubborn. It'll cost you, you know, that closed mind of yours in midst of the coils of reality.

Honestly, I don't even know if I was even "spirited away" in the first place. I'm still considering the fact that I've gone absolutely bonkers and I'm stuck in some insane asylum somewhere.

[He says, as if finding out he's insane is as normal as finding out he doesn't like the color blue.]

Oh, really? How so? It hasn't hurt me so far.

Says the one speaking casually about contemplating his own inter-dimensional trauma.

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