GODS AMONG US [modplot/network post] [video]

[googledox]

[It happens everywhere. The entire ship starts to shift and change. It's subtle at first. Simple design changes: a new hallway here, a new hub there, a meeting room where there wasn't one before. But then the people start to shift, too. Familiar staff members disappear, new ones take their place. The technology changes in style, sometimes to something shiny simplistic, like something out 1950s sci fi, sometimes to something darker and more organic.]

[Then the alarms sound, klaxons blaring. They shift occasionally in tone, but all of them are equally urgent. Anyone that looks outside the ship will see that the lunar debris field keeps warping back and forth from a field of debris to the moon being whole.]

[Everyone's omnicoms buzz with an urgent message. Brainy speaks to them all from the lab's wall comm unit.]

I need all displacee Legionnaires to report to my lab immediately!

[He's...building something. Setting something up. It looks important.]

We don't have much time!

[ooc: Anyone in the game can respond to this, however anyone who didn't sign up for "Gods Among Us" (and therefore won't make it to the time bubble in time for the trip) won't remember ever responding, as events will erase the crisis (and therefore this network post) from the timeline.]

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[turntex]

[Dave tries to check out the rest of the conversations going on before chiming in. Saves anyone from having to say shit twice. But now he's groaning out loud over everything being said on this post.]

everything about time travel in this reality gives me either headaches or anxiety
or both
its kinda both right now