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The name's Morgan, and something on that anon post caught my eye. A question about staying here, rather than going home. If it's possible. If it's okay.

I don't know about Avalon. It's possible when all this ends, Avalon won't exist any more, because its purpose was served. But I can say this: if anyone doesn't want to go home, I will find a place for you. No one should have to go back to a world where they'll be mistreated, or miserable, or end up dying in days, or whatever your circumstance that means you're happier being here than there.

I live on a nexus world, a place where a lot of worlds and universes overlap and connect. Sort of like Avalon itself. It's not a paradise, it's far from perfect, but it's somewhere you can go if you want. I'll find a way to make that happen for damn sure. A ritual performed here, I hope, at the end of the last day. And if that doesn't work... I have some friends and family to whom nothing is a barrier that can't be overcome, and we will find a way to get you away. There or elsewhere.

It isn't fair that anyone should be drawn here to save everything, then sent back home without a second thought to what might happen. And if your response to that is, 'well, life's not fair', I'll make it fair.

Don't be afraid to relax, to hope, to enjoy yourself here. Life's too short for that. But... I'll also take any help anyone's offering to make this vow of mine come true.

[Morgan chuckles a little awkwardly, before shrugging and ending the message.]

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That... might have several orders of ramification I don't know about. I'd have to ask my friend's uncle, who... probably can do it just based on raw power, since the guy can literally move worlds, but is also much better prepared to figure out just how badly that might screw over everything and then some. When I say 'shape reality', I should add that in a case like that, reality doesn't go without one hell of a fight.

How bad ARE things that you want a whole CITY off your world?!

[ She hadn't thought about that. Even if it did work, he would have to find somewhere to put it. Even just the people... And who's to say they wouldn't still disappear? No, this'll never work. She looks down. ]

The rest of the world is sort of, just... gone. There are a few thousand of us left, but... we have a couple of days, tops.

[ It's almost comfortable, settling back into that hopelessness. She hates that. She looks up again with a truly pathetic attempt at a smile. ]

Don't worry about it. We'll figure something else out. There's still time.

Christ. [Morgan, despite being nominally Buddhist, has still been influenced by common blasphemies in American English.] That puts a hell of a different spin on things. Yanking a city like that away isn't going to fuck up anything that isn't already fucked to hell and back.

I definitely can't do it, but I know someone who can.

[Without question and without hesitation. Like he said, the power of Magick is to change reality. And he knows one or two people are are really, really good at it.]

[ Her heart practically stops. All pretense drops and she stares at him with almost terrified hope. ]

You do? And it won't just... disappear anyway? Everyone, they- they'll be okay?

I can't promise. It's not me doing it, so I can't promise. But the guy I'm talking about can toss planets around if he's really exerting his Science, so if he can't do it I'll be profoundly amazed. And I'm pretty sure he'd take not being able to do it as a personal insult and would not rest till he overcame it, either...

[ She keeps staring, but she's not really looking at him anymore. She doesn't need a promise. It's a possibility. And if it's a possibility then somebody, somewhere, can do it. She can still save them. Tim, and Cass, and everyone else...

When she feels tears prick at her eyes she remembers herself enough to be embarrassed. She jabs at the button to turn off her video feed, knocking the phone over with a clatter.

It's not too late. She hasn't failed them, not yet. It's not too late.

The audio is still on, and she knows she has to say something if she doesn't want to freak Morgan out more than she probably already has. But what can she even say? Her mind is in an uproar.

Her voice is thick, and strained with the effort of trying to sound normal. ]

Sorry, I just... I need a minute.

[Giving people hope is what he wanted to do, after all. He wishes he could offer something better, something more, but he won't lie and he can't make guarantees. But that's life, isn't it? All you can do is work your very hardest to make your dreams become reality.]

Sure, take your...

[Wait.]

[Why has her world gone to hell?]

...time.

[Please let it not be the world he's thinking of.]

[ Come on, Steph, get it together. Be cool. If you're going to have a breakdown do it in private like a normal person. Definitely don't start thinking about all the people it's too late to save, or the months spent asking yourself how you could fail so badly and still be the only one left alive, or the year of slowly running out of resources and hope that would ever see a real sky or your loved ones again.

She takes a few deep breaths, literally repeating the words "sunshine and puppies" in her mind until she feels like she's in control again.

She takes another few moments to look in a mirror and make sure her face isn't blotchy from crying before she turns the video back on. Nope, just a little wet around the eyes, totally ignorable. ]

I know it's a lot to ask. If it helps, the buildings themselves aren't important. Everything's a mess right now anyway.

Given what you said, it'd pretty much have to be, wouldn't it?

Do you... can I ask what happened?

[Please don't let Stormborn be responsible.]

[Morgan's really good at pretending not to be worried or anxious, but the way he asks ought to hint at just a little of it. Of course, the chances are infinitesimal, he knows that, but...]

[ She would be pretty worried too if someone she was talking to said the world was ending then had to take a 5 minute cry break.

She sighs. She's had to try to explain this at least a dozen times now, but it's always disappointing that she can't give a real answer. ]

We don't really know. About a year before I came here some sort of dome appeared over the city. Well, some of the city.

[ Not all of it. Not her mother's home, or the college, or Wayne Manor, or wherever the rest of her friends had been. ]

Then a week before Avalon the dome came down and there was just... nothing. Rocks and dirt. "Your world is dead." That's all we were told.

[Morgan lets out a breath. It could be Stormborn, but that doesn't sound anything like his or the Nameless's style.]

That begs a lot of questions. I'd love to figure out what's actually going on there.

Me too. The trick is staying alive long enough to find out.

Well, come the end, my friends and I are all a bunch of damn meddlers and hero-types. We might throw in on that, if we can do it without risking too much. Keeping the people safe is pretty high priority, after all.

[ She manages an actual smile, warm and hopeful. ]

You'll have help. Maybe not magical, but we can handle civilians.

[That's super-pretty. Though now might not be the right time to note it.]

There's a lot of ways to help and a lot of things that need doing in that circumstance. It'll be a hell of an adventure.

[ She hums thoughtfully. Just the tiniest bit of hope, and already her mind is racing with ideas and potential problems. ]

There's only 3 of us, but the police will be willing to cooperate, so that should be enough. I don't know much of anything about the situation outside the city, and none of us have powers. We'll need to do some recon, but I'm not sure how much time we'll have...

[ She blinks, realizing she's sort of rambling about a plan that may or may not come into play at some point in the probably distant future. ]

Ah, sorry. I haven't really... [ had hope of any kind in a very long time. ] It's too early to be talking strategy.

Pfft. You can't help it and we both know it. The idea that you can change things... how would you even begin to NOT think and plan about making it happen?

[It's like breaking a dam, everything that had been pent up starts rushing forwards.]

Yeah... hah. Yeah.

[ She can still save them. She can still fix things. ]

You know, this is the first time since I got here that I've been homesick.

Home will be waiting for you. Have faith in that.

[ Oop, there it is, she's about to cry again. She bites her lip and looks down, swallowing the urge. ]

Thank you.

Hey, that's what I'm here for! Don't worry about it.

Maybe tomorrow. Today, I'm gonna worry about it.

If you keep it up, I'll have to make sure you don't have time to worry about it tomorrow!

I've been putting it off for five months, I think I'm entitled to fall apart for one afternoon.

Oh, you totally are. It's tomorrow I'm gonna make sure you're put back together again!

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SAME B|!!!

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STILL NO NOTIFS JEEZ

video > audio; it's been stealing them from me intermittently B\

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audio > video;

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