08 February 2020 @ 07:09 pm
A few thoughts before I make it too far down into this very exceptional bottle of moonshine I helped steal.

Quentin Coldwater and I were musing in our respective groups about what all we have to do with - well, for lack of a better way to put it, absolutely everything in this time, but more specifically with why.

Does anybody else get the notion that history could be repeating itself? That this happened once before with a different, more ancient grouping native to this universe - and planet?

Furthermore, is it possible there are others like us - others that wanted these gates to be activated again and we're merely accomplishing what they want - or perhaps, can't? Do.

Are we the only ones like us on this planet?

EDITING, as I pour myself another.

Perhaps we can set up a patrol of the New Amsterdam gate? Or, we can set some surveillance? The gates do work both ways and not knowing would could come through is worrisome, to say the least.
 
 
 
20 October 2019 @ 02:19 pm
A few of you haven't had a proper introduction with me. Hi. I'm Gaby. From day one with the Displaced, I've been your handler. I was asked to stick around despite the fact that, legally speaking, the safehouse is owned by the Displaced proper. But I am part of Morningstar.

Which is why I'm writing.

Morningstar needs more numbers here. Back in September, our numbers were severely depleted. Aside from me, we had to clear out. The UNA moved in. Undid every part of life that they had here. Thanks to the Displaced, most people were saved before the UNA soldiers got them. The rest were recovered at the end of November on a rescue operation.

In order to try to get back on our feet, we looked to the Displaced for help. First, as a give and take situation. And then, with them leading. And they did. But you don't know this world as well as Morningstar's natives do. It led to some mistakes. I don't fault any of you for that.

Unfortunately, it meant that the beginning foundations of Morningstar promptly came apart at the seams. So, now El and I are bringing in some new people. That's why I'm writing.

We're transferring operatives from other cities to help out. The problem is, they can't know about El. Can't know that El is more than IT. It's an open secret among the Displaced now, but it can't reach the rest of Morningstar. This world isn't ready to have its only opposition come in the form of an altruistic AI seeking redemption.

But for anyone who's here, who's interested in Morningstar's mission—I won't turn you away. I've been reminded countless times over that you all have the chops and the training. You just lack the know-how of this world. But I'm here to help. To make sure you don't go in blind. I need to do that. I need to be less hands off. But you're the ones with the skills to take point. To look forward. I welcome it. Even if you're new.

This is not a dubious recruiting message. I only want you if you want to help this world. El does, too. No one wants you to feel obligated or to make you think you owe us. You don't. But we could use some experienced personnel in New Amsterdam, to match the experienced people coming in. Someone who can understand the discretion of what comes next.

Anyway.

Go ahead.

Ask questions.