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Kathlynns Odd Encounter Sr Isolde 241228
In a room shared by Kathlynn, Lark, and Lenore, marked by personal belongings scattered around, a peculiar discussion unfolds as dusk sets in. Taylor, presenting an enigmatic and foreboding lecture on destiny and sacrifice, captivates her audience with a tangible demonstration of interconnected worlds using beads and a chord. While Kathlynn listens, unsettled by Taylor's assertions, she engages in a skeptical back-and-forth text conversation with her friend Emma, expressing discomfort and confusion about the ominous teachings being shared. Taylor's narrative, steeped in the arcane, challenges the listeners to consider the inevitability of sacrifice in the pursuit of destiny, hinting at a grand, yet tragic interconnectedness of all worlds which seems to weigh heavily on her.
As the presentation reaches its climax, Taylor dramatically illustrates the fate of these interconnected worlds by cutting the chord, causing the beads to scatter—a metaphor for the potential unraveling of worlds' destinies. This moment of theatricality deeply affects the audience, particularly Miss Davis, who is visibly moved. Kathlynn, still skeptical, questions Taylor's fatalistic view, contrasting it with a more scientific perspective of independence among celestial bodies. She remains engaged yet cautious, trying to rationalize Taylor's apocalyptic vision with her own understanding of the universe. Taylor, acknowledging the skepticism, reveals her affiliation with an off-campus organization, suggesting her narrative is part of a broader, possibly controversial, discourse. Kathlynn's inquiry into the logic behind a linked destiny among worlds encapsulates the tension between belief in preordained fates and a more empirical interpretation of cosmic existence, setting the stage for further exploration of these themes.
(Kathlynn's odd encounter(SRIsolde):SRIsolde)
[Fri Dec 27 2024]
In Kat, Lark, & Lenore's Room
Although much of this multi-occupant room remains an empty canvas, points of personality of each of the occupants shows through. A pile of books here, a laptop laid out there, and tickets to local sports game or current movie waiting to be used.
The single bed is a heap of comfortable pillows and comforters, and looks to be used as much for studying as sleeping, given the books on the floor beside it, and stacked at the foot of the mattress.
Various band posters such as Genitorturers and Evanescence line the walls near a bunk bed.
It is dusk, about 27F(-2C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey clouds in the sky.
Taylor visibly winces at Kathlynn. Only sup guy bothers to turn around to understand the pause, and Miss Davis is furrowing forward, then remembers to get out her notebook and pencil to take notes.
"Destiny, like the world, persists on sacrifice. The conservation of force, mmm?" Taylor cups her hands around two invisible spheres, and holds them up in front of her as she straightens. "It's tragic, because sacrifice doesn't always comes from the person furthering their destiny. In order to further destiny, something must be taken in order to facilitate it. We know these as pain, anger, fear, and others that fuel the arcane."
"Am I making sense so far?"
Kathlynn quietly nods knowing how cruel some people can be as she listens. She looks over at Lenore taking notes, before she sighs and takes out her phone and starts using her note app.
Kathlynn surreptitiously texts her friend Emma. "I'm in a weird group chat at white oaks' chapel. The lady Taylor is setting me teeth on edge, but is going on about destiny with like a captial D. getting a weird vibe."
The woman on the pulpit swallows the cold, dry air. "We know the world ends in twelve years. It's just where its destiny ends." She lowers her hands abruptly at a memory, and cranes to reach behind the pulpit for a sack of soccerballs.
Miss Davis looks up, somewhat enraptured by the information.
Taylor sets out a long chord tied with beads that seperate 3 inch intervals. She ties one end to a makeshift piton, and then holds the other up. A heavier bead pulls the chord down from the center. "This one in the center is us-"
"And these-" Taylor gestures to each smaller bead around the twine of destiny, "Are other worlds. The Other. The Wilds. All worlds are a linked destiny, and ours is weighted. It's sad, but which is greater the sacrifice?" She cuts the chord, and Miss Davis gasps as all of the marbles clatter to the ground.
"I know it sounds terrible, Miss Davis, er, 'Kat.' I'm a temporary speaker for an organization my brother is a part of off campus. I- Well, do you have questions? It's a lot to take in."
Kathlynn watches it confused, but skeptical. She reads her phone which says "Wait what? Someone is going on in the whiteoak chat about something? I don't quite understand." She responds back with "shes talking about the world ending in 12 years, and that all worlds are like connected... and going to end." Looking to Taylor she nods, "Um yeah... so like why do you think that all the worlds have a linked destiny. Wouldn't it be more like Alpha Centauri... close but not like destined to be be destroyed if we nuke ourselves?"
As the presentation reaches its climax, Taylor dramatically illustrates the fate of these interconnected worlds by cutting the chord, causing the beads to scatter—a metaphor for the potential unraveling of worlds' destinies. This moment of theatricality deeply affects the audience, particularly Miss Davis, who is visibly moved. Kathlynn, still skeptical, questions Taylor's fatalistic view, contrasting it with a more scientific perspective of independence among celestial bodies. She remains engaged yet cautious, trying to rationalize Taylor's apocalyptic vision with her own understanding of the universe. Taylor, acknowledging the skepticism, reveals her affiliation with an off-campus organization, suggesting her narrative is part of a broader, possibly controversial, discourse. Kathlynn's inquiry into the logic behind a linked destiny among worlds encapsulates the tension between belief in preordained fates and a more empirical interpretation of cosmic existence, setting the stage for further exploration of these themes.
(Kathlynn's odd encounter(SRIsolde):SRIsolde)
[Fri Dec 27 2024]
In Kat, Lark, & Lenore's Room
Although much of this multi-occupant room remains an empty canvas, points of personality of each of the occupants shows through. A pile of books here, a laptop laid out there, and tickets to local sports game or current movie waiting to be used.
The single bed is a heap of comfortable pillows and comforters, and looks to be used as much for studying as sleeping, given the books on the floor beside it, and stacked at the foot of the mattress.
Various band posters such as Genitorturers and Evanescence line the walls near a bunk bed.
It is dusk, about 27F(-2C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey clouds in the sky.
Taylor visibly winces at Kathlynn. Only sup guy bothers to turn around to understand the pause, and Miss Davis is furrowing forward, then remembers to get out her notebook and pencil to take notes.
"Destiny, like the world, persists on sacrifice. The conservation of force, mmm?" Taylor cups her hands around two invisible spheres, and holds them up in front of her as she straightens. "It's tragic, because sacrifice doesn't always comes from the person furthering their destiny. In order to further destiny, something must be taken in order to facilitate it. We know these as pain, anger, fear, and others that fuel the arcane."
"Am I making sense so far?"
Kathlynn quietly nods knowing how cruel some people can be as she listens. She looks over at Lenore taking notes, before she sighs and takes out her phone and starts using her note app.
Kathlynn surreptitiously texts her friend Emma. "I'm in a weird group chat at white oaks' chapel. The lady Taylor is setting me teeth on edge, but is going on about destiny with like a captial D. getting a weird vibe."
The woman on the pulpit swallows the cold, dry air. "We know the world ends in twelve years. It's just where its destiny ends." She lowers her hands abruptly at a memory, and cranes to reach behind the pulpit for a sack of soccerballs.
Miss Davis looks up, somewhat enraptured by the information.
Taylor sets out a long chord tied with beads that seperate 3 inch intervals. She ties one end to a makeshift piton, and then holds the other up. A heavier bead pulls the chord down from the center. "This one in the center is us-"
"And these-" Taylor gestures to each smaller bead around the twine of destiny, "Are other worlds. The Other. The Wilds. All worlds are a linked destiny, and ours is weighted. It's sad, but which is greater the sacrifice?" She cuts the chord, and Miss Davis gasps as all of the marbles clatter to the ground.
"I know it sounds terrible, Miss Davis, er, 'Kat.' I'm a temporary speaker for an organization my brother is a part of off campus. I- Well, do you have questions? It's a lot to take in."
Kathlynn watches it confused, but skeptical. She reads her phone which says "Wait what? Someone is going on in the whiteoak chat about something? I don't quite understand." She responds back with "shes talking about the world ending in 12 years, and that all worlds are like connected... and going to end." Looking to Taylor she nods, "Um yeah... so like why do you think that all the worlds have a linked destiny. Wouldn't it be more like Alpha Centauri... close but not like destined to be be destroyed if we nuke ourselves?"