#26 catching up

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TMA 122:

Statement of uh, uh, Lorell St. John regarding, uh... zombies. Original statement given 1st February, 2015. Recording by Jonathan Sims. The Archivist.

TMA 53:

My biggest concern right now is whatever creature Mr. Heller encountered down there. It was 56 years ago, but if it’s still alive, I should be careful. What was it? A guardian of some sort? Or perhaps… perhaps… it too was once an Archivist.

TMAGP 26:

It was holding a tape recorder to Mr. Jarrod’s mouth, like it was trying to catch his dying words.

“Who are you?” I asked it.

“An Archivist,” it replied.

I know many people have already pointed out that [ERROR] could be the same kind of being that was under Alexandria, but this phrasing in particular is making me certain of it. A living, breathing, active Archivist like Jon is "the" - the one and only, the main focus of the Eye. The ones that linger after their Archives are forgotten - not alive, not dead, but somewhere in between - are just "an". One of many, still holding the title - still powerful - but far less human.

There are a ton of other parallels between the two that are making me so curious what our Alexandria guy got up to between - potentially - being released by Mr. Heller and finding its way to the Panopticon: basement Archive, the main building/library is burned down on top of it, it remains locked down there until some unsuspecting explorer unintentionally gives it the key... I wonder if there was an [ERROR] drifting around in the TMA world too, hunting people with a quill and parchment rather than a tape...

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(Celia's phrasing is also very telling as to what she's been expecting to find.

TMAGP 26:

"No, I mean, something isn't right.… The External, the Archivist, it’s not acting how I would have expected..."

No, it's certainly not acting how the Archivist would. An Archivist, on the other hand...)

[maridoodles]

wanchan 🐶

[slashmagpie]

Scar has had a day.

A fun day, certainly! He would never say that he didn’t have fun. That would be a lie, and Scar is not a liar. (A schemer, a swindler, yes, but a liar? Why, he’d never!) But several hours of running Decked Out, one near-death-experience after another, has him shaking all over. He’s sweating in places he didn’t even know he could sweat, and his heart is pounding even faster against his ribcage than the dungeon’s at max clank. 

But he had fun, and he’s achieved his goal of two new cards and a victory tome, so he’s about ready to head home to Scarland for some nice relaxing time—

There is something in the hallway with him.

The hair on the back of Scar’s neck prickles, and he can feel the ravager’s breath against his skin, a sudden rush of hot air in the otherwise frozen crypts. He feels his body freeze, lungs ceasing to function without permission, and he needs to run, needs to flee, he’s going to lose—

“You got lucky at the end there. When you were leaving? There was a ravager coming at you across the thing—”

“Oh gosh!” Scar stumbles backwards, heart in his throat, looking up at Tango as he approaches Scar and his shulker deck across the hall. His words spill out of him so fast he stumbles over the sounds, and Tango stops, staring, as Scar nearly keels over backwards from fright. “Jeez, Tango, oh my gosh, I thought you were a ravager, I’m a little still paranoid, it’s been a—a captivating day—”

Scar’s back hits the blackstone rim of the door behind him, and the sudden terror he’d felt at Tango’s presence suddenly vanishes, leaving him sagging against the wall. Tango blinks owlishly, looking around the dungeon like he’s missed something. 

“H-Hi? Do I…?” Tango looks down at himself, like he’s expecting to see something different, like he might suddenly be a beast with shaggy grey fur and deadly horns, and not a Tango in his frosty blue robes. A laugh wheezes its way out of Scar as the relief turns into an odd sort of dizziness. He feels a little sick. “Wow. Scar? You okay…?”

Scar pulls himself out of the corner, towards his friend, because Tango is his friend, and he’s just—he’s just Tango. Not a ravager, or any other kind of danger, just Tango, who’s spent the last thirteen months making this amazing game for all of the hermits, and who Scar is not scared of.

“Y-Y-You get heightened tension, right, when you play? It’s crazy, like—”

“You are on edge,” Tango tells him with a laugh, and Scar laughs along.

“I was on edge!” he agrees, opening his shulker once again so that he can avoid Tango’s gaze. There’s something about his eyes that are just—Scar doesn’t know. He’s not afraid of Tango. Why would he be afraid of Tango?

“Rarr,” Tango jokes, the worst ravager impression in the world, bearing his teeth and raising his hands like claws, and Scar does not jump. “And stuff.”

…Everything is fine, and normal, and Scar just needs—needs to go back to Scarland. And relax. Because his heart is beating too fast, and he’s played a lot of Decked Out, and he’s had a lot of fun, but he’s jumping at shadows, and at Tangos, and that—that simply won’t do.

(And he does not entertain the notion, not even a slightest bit, that maybe it’s not just him—that maybe there is something going on with Tango—because, really, it’s just Tango. Come on.) 

[thecorruption-thespiralsversion]

Sam getting careless cuz he is rushing I get.

Celia not taking the categorization seriously I also get.

Alice suddenly caring about the specifics of the cases is not surprising.

But Gwen suddenly not caring about the specifics... That worries me.

And has me wondering what the consequences are of getting too many "wrong".

On the case itself. Mental and Physical harm cause my a person.

The Archivist, is it... he? Are they Jon? Like, this universe's version, not like, our Jon? Cuz there is computer Jon/Martin/Jonah, right? So this is a different The Archivist.

But that's it, it said AN Archivist, this isn't The Eye's special boy anymore.

And what did Celia mean she said it isn't acting as she expected?

[neo--queen--serenity]

I’m so sad that Celia pulled a knife—not an axe—out of her bag in today’s episode. I was so, SO ready for “it’s remarkably easy to buy an axe in central London,” the sequel, and Celia—our girl!!! Celia!!!—shows up with a knife, instead. Heartbreaking.

[royalarchivist]

There will be a QSMP Stream tomorrow on the QSMP Twitch account tomorrow at 12pm PST / 3pm EST!

[howlhawk]

The Guy is 30 now (or. he would be if he was real)

[dandelionjack]

ah so what i’m getting is ‘hot mess’? [plot point] was originally intended to [insert meaning here], but unfortunately, [time constraints] [no fucking money] [internal disputes]. no wonder they put that thang on hiatus after one other serial holy shit . nightmare

[torrentialmonsoon]

we converge like the teals and turquoises of the caribbean sea; we rise and fall like the tsunamis inside me.

[horsegirlwarcrimes]

used my sick day today to watch Practical Magic (1998). this movie is going to change my brain chemistry

[diamantdog]

dongfang qingcang to xiao lanhua: didn't you say you want to go home? why did you save me?

me, screaming at the screen unprovoked: BECAUSE YOU'RE HER NEW HOME!!!!!

[cirrus-grey]

Oh yeah, there's a point. Why don't they have a code for "archivist"?

[jtl-fics]

New kings 👑👑👑 happy Wednesday!!!

WIP Wednesday - Closed (8/30/23) | New Kings AU

"It's your YouTube channel." Neil argues.

"It could be our YouTube channel." Kevin insists.

"Kevin I am not interested in eating things that remind me of being on the run with my mom. We usually were eating them when it was too dangerous to go out and get anything. I threw one of the heating bags to blind a guy one time." Neil says.

"Maybe you should go to Betsy to talk about your unresolved trauma from your time on the run." Kevin says.

"Fuck you I don't have unresolved trauma." Neil hisses.

"Then eat the MREs on camera. You can shit talk them as much as you want, it'd probably get more views." Kevin says.

[fruit-of-infidelity]

💜 Diatober 💚

Day Twenty-Six: Insanity

[justaravingwritingdesk]

Yes. Kawaii is life. Cute is justice. (etc. etc.)

[greenscreen-dress]

I wish all Precure seasons that attempt to force a reciprocated romance between young teen magical girls and animal-fairy mascots that turn into Ambiguously Adult Hot Guys™ a very Stop That Immediately Dear Gourd Why. 🫠