player plot | when my time comes around, pt. 4

[cozen]

WHO: Anyone!
WHAT: Time warp!
WHEN: Solas 20 (3ish weeks ago)
WHERE: The Gallows & the road to Granitefell
NOTES: Another part of this player plot. This one is open to everyone, including dead characters, but only the time traveling characters will have any knowledge of the last 3 weeks. One more log for everyone to come back to life (slash have been alive all this time) will go up soon! And then we will be done.

Solas 20 is a normal day in the Gallows. A fairly quiet one, even, because a full third of Riftwatch has recently departed to assist the survivors of an attack on Granitefell on the plains north of the Vinmarks. That, like everything else, is business as usual, until a rift opens in the fortress and three members of Riftwatch emerge.

This is not the strangest thing that has ever happened to Riftwatch, but considering they're three members who are also already here—less fresh-faced, maybe, but otherwise basically the same people—it's up there.

Thinking they're demons would be fair. But they only have so much time to accomplish something rather important, so ideally they will not be immediately murdered.

Comments

[altusimperius]

That's Benedict's secret, serah, he doesn't do anything without input*. He opens his mouth as if to say something when Mobius gets out his own crystal, but keeps it to himself, not seeing a point to arguing.

"Byerly would," he mumbles anxiously, but if the Provost does as Mobius asks, the Ambassador will be there anyway.
Remembering something, he leans over to Mobius' crystal and adds, "everything is achievable."

*except this I guess

[propulsion]

If there is a skeptical beat, it takes place before Tony activates his crystal.

"We have two division heads en route to Granitefell, is that gonna be a problem?" is lightly delivered, inevitably distracted.

[favoriteanalyst]

"What do you mean they're en route, they aren't supposed to-"

Oh. Wait. What? That's alarming. He's alarmed. "This is supposed to be before, right?" he asks to the others, even though he knows what the answer is. And aimed back at the crystal: "They need to be stopped. What day is it? Isn't it the 18th?"

[sprent]

Gela echoes, "En route," at more or less the same time, her gaze flickering immediately to Benedict, to Mobius. "I thought—"

Well. Doesn't matter much now, does it?

It's a good thing Mobius is still talking because her mind has gone completely blank with panic.

sorry all my evenings are eaten by a baby

[altusimperius]

"It's a problem," Benedict quickly chimes in, "it's a huge problem. It's a trap."

[propulsion]

"There's a lot coming at me right now?"

Querying tone upticking the end of that, a bid for some sympathy, more joking than serious but the burr of real irritation is only dimly muffled.

"So, in order: I don't know what you're talking about, who needs to be stopped, it's the 20th, and what's a trap? Granitefell?"

[favoriteanalyst]

"They sent us to the wrong day? We got sent to the wrong-"

No, okay, no, this is still salvageable. They can still stop the team from getting ambushed. Just...much more rapidly than intended. Mobius scrubs his face for a moment.

"We got sent here from the future, mid-August, in order to stop the Granitefell team from getting ambushed and getting nearly entirely wiped out. And that sounds like actual nonsense, so you told us to tell you," glancing at Benedict, who had deployed the phrase but, y'know, maybe a little early, "that everything is achievable so you'd know we aren't yanking your chain."

elbows into tag order

[propulsion]

"That's manipulative,"

is what he might say to his future-self. But he can feel it, that puzzle-clicking-in sensation of simply believing them, of a reorientation of perspective borderline against his will. He is looking at what he was working on and then abandons it, although there isn't much to indicate what he's doing now save for a slight change in breathing.

"Okay, well. Go ahead and stop them."

[sprent]

Gela makes a little sound, pushes through the shock of it being the wrong day. She puts her hand on Benedict's shoulder and for once it isn't to reassure him, it's to steady herself. She says, "You'll tell the other Division heads for us?"

Go ahead and stop them.

Just like that?

[propulsion]

"Yup."

Increasingly distracted.

"I'll do that, you do the, uh. Other thing."