Jonathan Sims (beholding) wrote in valloic, @ 2021-12-29 18:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | !: network post, voltron: takashi shirogane, ₴ inactive: sasha james |
Statement of The Archivist, regarding- somewhere else. Recorded in situ, Vallo City.
[Recorded on a tape recorder which somehow posted itself to the Network. Please beware for MAJOR spoilers for the final episode of the Magnus Archives and everything before it!]
There's still no sign of... ah, anybody else. No sign of Martin, specifically.
I want to assume that we succeeded, but did we? If I ended up here, it stands to reason that this is where the fears ended up, too. After all- well. I became what I am, but it isn't something I Know. I think that's the most disconcerting part of being here, really. There's plenty of things I do Know, yes, but there's also frankly an alarming amount of blind spots. Like- yes, if I wish to know the distance between London and Moscow, it's [Static, slowly increasing and then fading] 1,789 miles if driving, depending on the route taken. However, if I try to See Martin or- Basira or Georgie... [Static again, then a soft grunt of pain from Jon, pausing to collect himself] Nothing. Not even the blind spot I had before, just... nothing. Like they never existed in the first place.
I don't like it. I can't see what became of home, I can't see if our plan even worked and now I'm... here. Christmas in a place called Vallo, where magic seems to be average and very much on the surface level as opposed to home, which I suppose you could class as a type of magic. I'm not quite sure where I stand here, but I think the only thing I can really do is start looking for hard evidence that anything similar to home is happening, aside from myself. Anomolies from other universes seem common here, so perhaps it's simply a collecting point for lost souls.
If that's the case, I hope Martin is safe. I suppose that's all I can hope for.
[...] Hopefully statements about the oddities here will sustain me until I can find something else.
[Click]
End Recording.