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Depends on how close they are geographically. If they start out in, say, Cottage Grove (a few hours south of Portland) the Portland thread would be best; if they're in a town closer to The Dalles, post it in that thread. Also, I don't know how I missed this before, but Flashpoint is from Spokane? I lived there for 8 years.

If they're going to end up in Astoria anyway, I don't think it matters too much where their initial post (I suppose you could call it a test post in this case) is posted. You're welcome to post it here, if you want.

(Maybe the fourth wall IS more flimsy than we thought and your Warrior hypothesis is actually true! O.O UPVOTE REMINGTON OR THE TERRORISTS EPICS WIN! )

Oh, you mean the Warriors Nathan borrowed? They're starting to think being commanded to upvote something is unethical. Weird, huh?

Lightwards gets 4 upvotes but Remington gets 2. Definitely an Epic conspiracy.

I still want the Flash version. Most of the time, he's just very neurotic, muttering about evil numbers and screaming obscenities whenever a budget report is left on his desk. He does have a dream of one day multiplying Lucentia by zero, but he doesn't voice it. Let me guess: Bloody Mary?

Is that game available online? Makes sense, knowing Lucentia. I suppose Finnigan should be somewhat flattered she thinks him powerful enough to need a failsafe. Still--yikes. And we say Lightwards is paranoid.

Knowing his weakness wasn't enough for her? O.o

And shipping. There will be much shipping. And theories. For instance: I postulate that the Financier would like Mobius. Why? She can multiply people by zero, causing them to disappear—a feat the Financier has never mastered. (If he could multiply Lucentia by zero, he would. Oh, he would.)

Wait a minute. If we united humanity to punch Nighthound in the face, would we have world peace? Or would wars break out over who got to punch him first? Yep. Any spot-on predictions for the next one?

I'm fine with him meeting her or not meeting her. If he does, it could be a chance for him to angst a bit over the secret crush he's had on her for a while; if not, he'll sit and think about how much he wants to punch Nighthound directly in the face. (Not that it's a unique ambition, of course.) So however you wanted to do it, that's fine.

Because Vondra wanted to name it something intimidating, hoping it would frighten criminals out of breaking the law. One unnamed City Guard officer, who proposed to his fiancée the day she gave him a hand-knitted Fourth Doctor scarf, suggested Stormcage. One contemplative "Hmmmm" from Vondra later, the name was approved.

I like to think there was some wibbly-wobbly timey-wimy stuff that culminated in River putting Reader in Stormcage and using her hallucinogenic lipstick to convince the guards he was supposed to be there.

You want them to destroy an Epic rehab center? Where some Epics are rehabilitated with puppies and kittens? YOU MONSTER! (Kidding on the puppies thing. Maybe. )

Darn you, phone. Not allowing me to post a River Song pic.

I like the idea. I think it's a great way to help players orient themselves when referencing events. SO glad I didn't listen to that song often enough for it to get stuck in my head.

Afternoon-ish. Probably 3 or 4, I think. Maybe earlier.

I'd suggest someone almost universally disliked, but I'm having a very tough time picturing Justin Bieber as Lightwards.

Elizabeth Trattner would go on to star in a semi-autobiographical TV show: Baking Bad.

Finally! An Epic Funtimes would actually WANT to work with!

Nighthound took his sister with him before she got her powers? I would've thought he'd at least attack her as the corruption set in.

She would if Lightwards asked why on Earth Calamity thought it a good idea to grace her with such a bizarre gift. And then she would ask why the Great Noodly One chose to give him a stupid gift like making zombies while she could make it rain Skittles. Megan says it was completely destroyed, that "even the trees are gone."

Awesome timeline! Very well thought-out. I added a few dates for Remington and Funtimes, but those were the only character-relevant dates I could think of offhand.

"Max Kennon. Glad to have you join us. I assume that is what you're doing, after all. These are the Reckoners. You may have heard of their work. Rachel here was just about to take us to a better place to talk. Join us." There was a warning edge to those words, an implied Or else we'll have to kill you. And Remington didn't fault him for it. Black Fist, this anti-Epic uprising, wasn't the sort of thing anyone wandered up to. More the sort of by-invitation-only outfit the Reckoners claimed to be. If they knew he had wandered over at the behest of an insane High Epic out for her ally's blood, the cemetery would soon be covered in his. No hard feelings. No malice. Just damage control for a risky operation. After a silent pause, Max looked at Alice with concern. No—not concern. Curiosity. "Alice, are you coming too?" As if he thought she would reply. As if he thought her mind was whole, untouched by a greedy necromancer who saw her as nothing more than a brave little body that might go to waste. He doesn't know. Couldn't know. Max wasn't there when Lightwards announced his rule. Didn't see the raptors. Didn't watch their blade-like claws tear an old man to ribbons. Didn't know who he sounded like when he called himself Emperor, trumpeted his victory over death. Max hadn't been there when Koschei declared himself a god, hadn't seen a little boy with blood on his throat chosen to announce his tyranny. "I tracked you down," Remington said. "Heard about you. Followed you here because of Lightwards." He looked not at Max, but at Alice as he spoke. She stared blankly ahead, and Remington wondered how much she understood. How much she wanted to understand. He spoke as though she could comprehend every word and take it to heart, hold it like a shield against whatever Lightwards had done to her mind. "Alice here? Used to be one of his. Warriors of Light, he calls them. That's after he's killed them. Raised 'em up without any idea of what he did. He kills 'em just so they can serve him. Breaks them down and builds them up the way he thinks they ought to be. Don't know how Alice got away from him, but here she is." It was time to lay his biggest bargaining chip on the table, but there was nothing he wanted less. Rumors had followed refugees to Portland. Rumors of the immortal despot who killed children to break their parents' wills. Who broke them down and built them up as his slaves. Who was gone. Dead, by the hand of a man who rarely acknowledged his role. Remington didn't want to acknowledge it. Acknowledgement meant questions. How did he die? How come he didn't slit your throat, too? Just you now? What're you doing in Portland? Questions meant answers, and answers meant remembering. Alice. She needed him to do what had to be done. And to do it, he had to get Black Fist, these Reckoners, to trust him. To know he would stand with him if they did the same. And if earning their trust meant enduring their questions, so be it. "I killed Koschei the Deathless. And I'll kill Lightwards, too."

With two powerful Epics like that calling him Finnigan, the Financier might growl that it wasn't his name the first few times they did it, and then grudgingly accept the nickname. But if anyone else called him that, he'd refuse to answer. Actually killing him would be more effective. The way he sees it, numbers really are living entities, their true nature hidden to most. Every time he dies, he thinks his mind becomes a little clearer, his vision a little sharper—although it's the exact opposite. His insanity regarding numbers makes him think that he's seeing them as their true selves, and the more he dies, the more violent the numbers seem to him. So if Mary actually killed him, then showed him an algebra textbook upon resurrection, he would see numbers at the most violent he had seen them yet. Multiplying the book by zero would solve a temporary problem, but he would think that by causing an entire book of their comrades to vanish, he was only making the other numbers in other books angrier. So if Mary tortured him to death, showed him an algebra book and, after he multiplied it by zero, brought out a trigonometry book, our Finnigan would be ready to tell Lucentia his weakness.