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[sisterswitch]

[hey, it’s a jack video! and she is grinning with excitement, because she has something cool to show you.]

So. Time is a construct, right? But it’s a pretty important one to a lot of us. We mark the passage of time in cycles, with celebrations, and I’m guessing most of us have missed at least one birthday, favorite holiday, or anniversary since we’ve been on this long, strange trip. For me, it’s been four birthdays since I was home. Not that I did a whole lot for my birthday, but it was still nice to take myself out for ice cream and check the box for surviving another year.

[the video feed flips around to show the observation room/lucifer’s bar, tastefully decorated with sparkly silver streamers and balloons. as jack slowly pans the camera across the room, you’ll see tables have been brought in and are loaded up with a variety of foods, an assortment of drinks, and of course a nice big cake.]

Anyway, whatever it is you’ve missed, we’re celebrating it - right now. So get thee to the observation room! If nothing else, you can celebrate an unbirthday with the rest of us.

[have a party mingle! or you can talk to jack on network, if you really want. feel free to assume your involvement with party setup, making food, etc. and have a good time!]

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[albatrossomen]

You are a peculiar soul. [There was a faint hint of amusement with that. Murmur can't recall having ever met a human that would find counting for several thousand years entertaining. Torturous maybe, but not entertaining.

His continued story brought up a few more questions, best to settle on one more pertinent than the others.]

Revival fluid?

[This story just keeps getting stranger and stranger, doesn't it?]

What do you mean keeping it away from the frequency?

[10billionpercent]

[ He shrugs slightly, he's always been a bit strange and awkward, it's not much of an insult really. He's not offended by it. ]

Of course. I had to take into account the fact that human consciousness faded, likely, long before the nine and a half day threshold I encountered where it became significantly difficult. Think of it as the same threashold that would lead to psychosis if you never slept. I managed to concoct a mixture of what was essentially far stronger than industrial grade nital etch which allowed for the petrification to be broken.

[ He takes a small breath to consider the second question. ]

Since we've used radio frequencies, Whyman has also used it to contact us. Both to ask us why, hence the name, and now he's been sending out a message on a loop. The command to petrify the planet. But as long as the Medusa, the device, is nowhere near the command it can't be activated. That, and the battery is dead.