Futures Unseen

[cityship]

The crew had retrieved the Tapestry without any real problems, but much of the information that had been revealed to them in the process weighed heavily on their minds.

The war would soon get bigger than any of them could ever imagine.

Still, there was work to be done. Namely, getting the Tapestry to where it needed to go. The whole affair with that was thankfully rather simple. Stacy guided them to bring the ancient device to Sensorium 7. Upon arrival, the room was set to resemble an endless white room. The Tapestry seemed to know exactly where it was needed, as it floated directly to (where the crew assumed was) the center of Sensorium 7.

Suddenly, Stacy spoke up across the ship.

||Attention crew: The device known as the Tapestry has been permanently set up in Sensorium 7. Volunteers are requested to come down and begin researching the device. All crew members are free to enter Sensorium 7 and interact with the Tapestry. Please remember to record all interactions with the Tapestry for research purposes. That is all.||

Have at it, meatship.

[OOC: Check here for setting descriptions and rules for interacting with the Tapestry]

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[supersonicracer.livejournal.com]

"Huh. So, this is that Tapestry thing everyone's worked up about."

Sonic couldn't help but check out the spiffy new addition to the ship. The hedgehog gave it a once-over, noting how it looked before commenting:

"Looks NOTHING like a tapestry I've ever seen."

[fireforger]

Daja was very curious about this Tapestry. Not only because it was a scrying artifact, but also because it was a tapestry. She knew her sister Sandry would love to see such an artifact, and Daja hoped that one day she could tell her about it.

But what she found was not what Daja expected. She gasped, marveling at all the strange shapes and lights. And was that - yes, the Tapestry wasn't made of thread. It was metal! Then why was it called a Tapestry? Maybe it was a reference to it's construction...if the metal was woven together...

She approached the Tapestry, reaching out with her magic to try and find out more about the mysterious artifact. What are you made of? she asked, her magic searching for answers. How were you constructed?

[cityship]

The presence within the Tapestry regarded Daja silently.

Apparently, it must have deigned to answer her question, as it seemed benign enough. In return, she was shown a quick series of images, each floating in the air before her.

Images of esoteric strands, similar to what she would view as magic. Somehow, she would instinctively understand that these were the threads of fate.

Images of those threads being drawn together, bound both in reality and their metaphysical existence.

Images of those threads being woven together, bound to a device, a metallic ring forged by skilled hands and imbued with powerful and strange energies.

And finally, and image of all these strands coming into focus with one another within this creation. This was how the Tapestry was born.

[fireforger]

Daja watched, fascinating. So the threads were the threads of fate! Then the metal ring - that was simply the physical anchor for those threads? But it was strange...out of the corner of her eye, and within the threads, she could see glimpses, similar to how she saw magic. But while magic appeared to her as a silvery flash, this was multicolour, a whole spectrum, twisting and turning. And it kept slipping from her vision, like the magic wasn't quite all there.

Are you magic? she asked next.

[cityship]

The Tapestry seemed to consider this for a moment. In a moment, though, Daja would feel its response as a vague, odd sensation, that she would understand as being a half-yes, half-no sort of answer.

It was rather complicated.

[fireforger]

Daja frowned, thinking. So the Tapestry was magic and yet...not? Was it even possible, for something to both be magic and not magic at the same time? At the very least, she was able to communicate with it through her magic...perhaps she would have to speak to the Magical Department about this.

But for now, she was curious to see what else the Tapestry had to teach us. Can you show us our threads? Our fate? she asked. What do you have to teach us?

[cityship]

Once again, Daja would receive another wordless response. This time she would come to understand it as being When the need is great, you will see.

It would give them what they needed, when they needed it. No more, no less.

[hexyeah]

Wanda wrapped her cape around her as she stepped closer to examine the Tapestry.

She hadn't expected it to be so easy to obtain but the events that happened afterward seemed to make up for it.

"Keep watch over the future for us."

"The Tapestry, on the other hand, was made for you, and meant to unfold in a way that's conducive to your greatest benefit. ... It was made in the dawn of time, during some of the earliest ages of the universe, so old that even my kind recognize that it's moderately aged. They made this for you to try your best to bumble along and find the right path, the only path that saves all of existence."

Wanda frowned. There was so much that she didn't know and wanted to learn and yet she had no idea how or even if she could.

She closed her eyes and tried to focus her thoughts. And as she did she tried to sense the Tapestry, not knowing if it was at all possible.

[cityship]

She could indeed sense its presence. In fact, it was rather easy. Apparently the technology of the sensorium eased the process of connecting with the Tapestry.

The intelligence behind the ancient device regarded her silently, watching and waiting.

[hexyeah]

Wanda's eyes shot open. The feeling she got from it, she hadn't expected it to be, well... "Are you alive?"

[cityship]

The response she got was a vague sensation, something of a half-yes, half-no answer.

Things like this were always complicated.

[hexyeah]

She took that to be more of a yes. But then she was used to having to slam sense into people who thought they weren't alive and feeling beings. And by people I mean her husband.

"Can you show me what we saw before, when we first- ah- met you?" That wasn't awkward at all.

[makeherblue]

The feeling he got from the Tapestry was almost like back when he'd been looking at Brother Thane's map -- something looking out at you, although not quite in the creepy sense (or maybe it was, if you were creeped out by that sort of thing) and creepy sentient...ish Tapestries or not, the Doctor couldn't resist a look.

The room dedicated to the Tapestry was a blinding white: incidentally, the same kind you could find sometimes in hospitals or waiting rooms or prison cells that were going for that rather horridly boring "modern" aesthetic. The Doctor hadn't much cared for that look himself. All rather cold. There wasn't even much to look at before it felt like your eyes would start crossing, just for something to do! It would've been the case here if it wasn't for the metal structure in the middle of the room, looking very not boring and frankly, saving the whole room just by existing right where it was. His eyes roved from the ring itself to the sheets of light twisting about.

Coming closer, the Doctor stopped just within touching range, reaching out to lay a hand on the metal ring's surface before he closed his eyes on focused. He thought about watching that presence back, meeting the eyes he knew it probably didn't have.

In other words, a psychic Hello, you.

[cityship]

The tapestry regarded him curiously, but returned the greeting nonetheless in its own, vague way.

[makeherblue]

He supposed it was to be expected, the whole not one for conversation thing.

The Doctor was even willing to bet the horrid white room didn't even bother the Tapestry one bit. He kept the connection established, feeling a vague sense of curiosity but not a particular need to start nattering away, which was fine. He supposed he could natter for the two of them if he had to. The Doctor focused on the eyes-that-weren't-eyes.

So. It all starts with a funeral? Dreary one, aren't you! He'd prefer it to start with a wedding, a birth; anything, really, aside from the end of the universes. Again. Unless this was some sort of bleed through from Big Bang 2, which on second thought made this a great deal more awkward than he thought going into this.

[cityship]

One choice of many, came the wordless reply.

The future, after all, was made of choices.

[makeherblue]

Basically tangents and tangents-of-tangents and tangents-of-tangents-of-tangents, so on and so forth.

This wasn't exactly the sort of thing where there was one decision that changed everything and this was where he was likely to agree with the Tapestry. Choices, plural, yeah -- this many universes and timelines and it was probably more choices. The Doctor focused on that vague idea of "many" he was getting from the Tapestry. It didn't communicate with words. It didn't need to. All sorts of things you could do if you just listened, thought long and hard at something and happened to be an alien device that was impressive even by his standards.

And have some of these choices already been made? Given general timey-wimeyness, that could very well be the case (and yes, that was his professional assessment of the situation). "Timey-wimey" covered everything from time hiccups to waking up one morning and realizing you'd overslept and missed your swimming lessons with Michael Phelps in 2009. Oops.

[twilit-midna.livejournal.com]

So, this was the big important Tapestry everyone was talking about, the one with the power to reveal the workings of fate, unravel the tangled threads of destiny.

Midna poked it.

[cityship]

The intelligence of the Tapestry merely observed Midna quietly.

It wasn't necessarily fond of being poked needlessly.

[curiousredsoul]

Celena herself was too curious not to investigate the Tapestry once she had the chance. Thus here she was once more, in her draconic form standing before the Tapestry.

It had intelligence, that much certain to her, dipping her head she gave it a respectful telepathic greetings of kinds. Curious as to how it would respond.

[cityship]

There was a vague response as the Tapestry returned the greeting.

It was polite, at least.

[curiousredsoul]

Polite was good start at the least, she watched it thoughtfully for the moment, You can show the possible futures that come from the choices we and others make correct? Even those not aboard this ship, for example the Daligig, GIA or Ohm in relations to their future intentions and interactions with us?

[cityship]

What is needed.

That was all it showed them: what they needed to know. No more, no less.

[curiousredsoul]

Will the Daligig or GIA betray us in any or all futures? Will they seek to sacrifice us needlessly? She asked simply, a pertinent question, in her own work it was something to be said about knowing just who one could rely on. Especially in times when directions where given from shadows.

[hullo-sweetie.livejournal.com]

River just had to see what all the fuss was about. This Tapestry that could reveal the innermost workings of fate. Not she she believed in destiny or fate. She'd always laughed in the face of all that. One's destiny, like time, could be rewritten over and over again. At least, that's what she believed.

"So you're what all this fuss is about."

She vaguely wonders if it speaks or sends telepathic messages. Her psychic abilities aren't nearly as finely tuned or powerful as the Doctor's, but she knows enough to get by and hold small conversations mentally, as well as to send messages on psychic paper.

"Hello. Do you already know who I am or shall I introduce myself?"