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Who: Legion, and anyone interested in discussing current events
What: Discussion of information obtained, as mentioned in this.
When: Early March, the day after Legion makes their announcement over the stones.
Where: The Denny
Warnings: Unsure of what to warn for specifically, but possible mentions of war, death, and serious past events with all their associated content warnings

It is time, they feel, to share what they have learned, and to acquire additional data. They have scheduled a time for this, and now they wait.

The Denny has an adequate supply of organic sustenance, however, they have chosen to supplement this with their own offerings of various objects transfigured into cake via their blade of plenty. Said cakes are arranged on the table in front of them, an obvious and enticing invitation to anyone who hadn’t heard the announcement.

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"Those with wills strong enough are capable of shaping their own fates, regardless of what destiny might have in store for them." Keith says quietly as he raises his head from the pages he'd been staring at. "Osoru told me that." Why he doesn't share but he pulls himself to his feet and looks over what Aziraphale brought.

"...this isn't nothing." It fits right in. He traces his fingers over the words then steps back, returning to his seat as the weight of what he now knows settles over him. "So, we know why we're here. And Mu is the way we come and the way we can go out. And...our will moves this place in more ways than we yet know." But how much does it affect things? How far how they push it?

He has ideas about that but, Keith sighs. "Starting to make sense why we fought for so long to know anything at all."

Jay snorts. "Yeah. Osoru couldn't tell me anything about home. Couldn't even tell me what's going to happen here. Not exactly much of a, uh, god-of-fate-and-destiny-and-prophecy." He rolls his eyes.

Then, he catches himself, stammering. "I--I mean, I dunno how long you've all been trying to figure all this out, but, I mean, it sounded like there were...like, they could see every single timeline, so they couldn't really say anything useful."

He picks up a book of notes, flipping through pages without looking down. "Except the whole they're-dead-world's-ended...thing. Seemed pretty sure about that."

Ginko is a little late, having had to meet up with Hector and Chip first (and sort out their shock with regards to the loss of his arm, and his about Hector's state in general). But he stays quiet when he comes in and hears people already talking, sliding into a seat as he listens.

So far, it's sounding like the others have at least picked up a good bit of the information he got from Osoru. So he'll wait a bit before saying anything.

He trails in after Ginko as quietly as he can, really only here to make sure the guy doesn't pass out in the middle of the meeting. It's... been a while since he bothered having a serious talk with any of the gods. He's not exactly a fan... and what he has learned doesn't paint a good picture of their situation.

He plonks his bones down into a chair and stays quiet himself, just listening for now.

“Osoru is a memory of who they once were.” Keith says as he uncrosses his arms and taps his claws on the table in front of him. “They can’t be what they were before. Closer to a shadow of it and without being alive probably can’t tell you anything you don’t already know or remember.” He adds as he glances up to nod to the two who came in.

His eyes flash yellow as he takes in Ginko’s state of being but the reaction is stowed quickly. He turns back to the others. “And Storyteller forgot some of what we learned but it sounds like they’ll remember it now.”

(Their headflaps raise at Michael's question.)

We have not.

(He is some variation of higher being? Apparently, Aziraphale is as well, or at least, has familiarity with them. They are, perhaps, less shocked than might be expected: they have encountered many such entities.

They make a note in their profiles on these allies, then reach out to take one of the stacks of paper Aziraphale has set down.)

Regardless of whether this location is "real", the Water has confirmed that the natives we have encountered-the Roaka and the Jormun-are likely survivors of the previous world, and not constructs of memory.

(It's important, they think, to consider this in any discussion that involves the possible fate of this world: their actions will not affect them alone.)

Can the "memories" of the Gods self determinate?

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