#public opinion is their only source of guidance atp

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

Fic title: "Live-blogging Armageddon (AKA a Social Media fic set in the Emissary AU)". (Alternatively, if one wants a lighter tine: "Sneaking into the Temple of Sinnoh GONE WRONG!!!1!")

the thing about the world is that it doesn't end quickly. armageddon is measured in years, not seconds; the present day has come about so slowly that most alive to see it don't remember it being any other way.

that way being: the sun sets quickly, and does not return easily. there is a fuzz of static on the horizon. reality is under constant assault by forces beyond human ken. god is dead, and its last child standing is slowly but surely losing the battle.

and yet, as the travelers from the past quickly discover, life goes on. it's not as if there are many other choices. certainly, in the ransei area at least, things feel rather doomed... but there's still laundry to do. groceries to pick up. shifts to clock in on. so people have adapted, as they usually do. they crack jokes about what the sun's up to. snap photos of mount coronet and share them with captions blatantly lying about what's behind the static, because it's not like anybody can technically prove them wrong. team rocket shares their latest developments, in the same clipped no-nonsense business voice even as they're talking about the slaying of the servants of the gods' will. one of the modern wardens sells prints based on the impossible lights she sees in the sky. she's only moderately successful.

the world teeters on the knife's edge; in its balance, people keep going.