TG: i will be your server
TG: and past me will stay as roses server
TG: which is to say present me will
TG: the one in the black suit
GG: ohh…
GG: i guess that makes sense
TG: he can keep managing her for a while
TG: until she sorta checks out soon and becomes totally useless
Rose is already detached from the party, following unseen orders in service of an unseen plan - but according to Dave, she's going to get worse.
This, I assume, is the point at which she becomes obscured from Kanaya's viewport. Rose is going to keep digging this hole, right up until she reaches some critical point on her timeline - and then, if I'm reading correctly between the lines, she's going to fall apart.
Final alchemy session, let's go!
Hey, calm down! Just because it's snowing outside doesn't mean it's Christmas just yet.
We're certainly getting close...
STEP OFF.
…
You decide he can keep the SORD….. though.
Abandoning your best weapon? A poor tactical decision by the Knight.
TT: Did you do anything on the moon besides rifle through my belongings?
TT: Such as remove your shades and turn your gaze Ringward, by any chance? [...]
TG: i did
TT: What did you see?
TG: horrible things [...]
TG: when i saw them
TG: their voices became clearer
TT: What were they saying?
TG: i couldnt really focus on anything specific
TG: but
TG: in totality
TG: im pretty sure it was
TG: like
TT: ?
TG: a plea for help
That's a little vague - but then again, they may be so alien to us that they're not able to communicate more clearly. This might be the closest thing to a human-readable message that the Gods can create.
This is probably a good place to put my transcription of the Squiddle song from Jade's nap. Much of it is unintelligible, but the parts we can hear are rather illuminating.
Squiddles are no ordinary friends,
they work, and play, and work again.
But they have homes, and mommies too;
yes, they have mommies just like you.
Firstly, the Squiddles try to explain that they're not completely different from us. They're extraordinary creatures, practically incomprehensible to the Players - and yet, they have a home. They have loved ones. They play.
They repeat this assertion twice, as though they desperately want the Players to understand this.
So let them go to bed right now,
so they can rest, and make cute sounds.
If they can't rest they won't be strong
…and they are really tiny.
They go on to say that they're exhausted. They need to rest, but something is keeping them busy. As a result, they're becoming 'tiny' and weak.
They can't make the 'cute sounds' that they're known for, which I suspect is a metaphor for the advice they normally dispense to Derse Dreamers, but I'm less sure about that.
[Unintelligible]
…so let them sleep...
…cause they will die if…
At this point, the music begins to fade out - but not before we hear that the Squiddles' lives are in danger. Something out in the depths of space is killing the Noble Circle of Horrorterrors.
Squiddle dee dee,
squiddle dee dum.
Everyone sing,
a Squiddley song.
Let's all be friends,
And work as a team.
Squiddles for you,
Squiddles for me.
The final verse is self-explanatory.
It's unclear what, exactly, is happening out in the Furthest Ring, but it's dire enough that the Horrorterrors are reaching out to their neighbors, the Players of Sburb, and asking them to form an alliance.
We're seeing that alliance through Feferi, who has convinced them to blow the Dream Bubbles and link the two sessions. We're also seeing it through Rose, the only human Player willing to listen to the Squiddles' song - but her situation is more murky. I do think I understand her mental state a little better, though.
Rose is acting on Horrorterror advice - which means she's acting on whispers, corrupted images and half-heard fragments of a song. I don't think the Gods are manipulating her so much as they're playing a game of Telephone with her brain. They can't relay direct instructions, so the best they can do is transmit the vibe of what needs to happen, and the Seer has to figure the rest out for herself.
No wonder she's so evasive about her plan - I don't think she understands more than a quarter of it. She isn't nearly as in-control of the situation as she's pretending to be, and if she admits as much to John, she'd probably lose her nerve.
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Eu to tentando resgatar minhas raízes
Decifrar enigmas, curar cicatrizes
Perfurar barreiras
Perdoar e ultrapassar fronteiras
Perdurar perante essas tristezas e trincheiras
Não é sobre olhar as estrelas
Sobre nossas cabeças
Mas vê-las como algo palpável
Sim, nós podemos tê-las
É sobre fugir da teia, das telas, das meias verdades
Sem telha, vendo o céu ou a própria centelha
Tipo querendo evoluir na Idade da Pedra
Às vezes me sinto assim
Quanta média, todos tem uma rédea
Quantas mentes em cela
Quanta tela, quanta inveja
Ainda bem que o corpo fecha
E aí as portas se abrem
Escrevo e apostei muito em mim
E aqui não me cabem
Mas
Peço que os anjos me guardem
Com as armas e as roupas de São Jorge me armem
[...]
Apesar de tudo
Na humildade eu mantenho a fé
Fale o que quiser, me mantenho em pé
Eu vou ser o melhor que eu posso
Raízes - 3030
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Campanha no ar!
A nova revista de variedades, quadrinhos, humor, charges, crítica e muito mais chegou, com a otimista proposta de projetar o longínquo futuro de 3030 ainda que nossa ínfima existência neste planeta permaneça se equilibrando numa frágil corda bamba...
Adquiram sua pré-venda pelo site:
www.catarse.me/3030
Uma produção @redacao_comics
#3030
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🎶Então, foco no jogo, primo
Aqui de cima ainda vejo muito mais fé no meu rumo
Mesmo com o céu caindo
O mundo não faz mais por mim
Mas eu sou nascido pra batalha e não tem tempo ruim
Fui criado pelo som
Visões padronizadas não cabem no meu padrão
Eu fui cobra criada, eu vou atrás da minha missão
Eu 'to com tempo pra tudo, hoje eu sou meu próprio patrão
Esses cana não me assustam, eles vivem ao meu lado
Onde vivia o crime, mas hoje ele que oprime
E já que 'tá tudo errado🎶
Eu preferia o crime, igual todo mundo aqui, então
Isso não define mais, enfim
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