~Character Chat~

((Actually...his eyes were already closed. I think. He usually does the Dies Wide Shut thing, but this was an exception.

Also...since this has been ground to a halt...))


A lone figure sat a little ways away from the group of crying people, merely sad people, dead people, and Riddle.

What now... she thought. That's a good question, ghost boy. What now? Perhaps some divine intervention is in order...

She rocked backwards, rolled onto her feet, and hopped up.

"I'm almost regretting doing all that," she murmured pensively. "It was certainly sad, but...now we're left with nothing. Nowhere to go. Tragic. ...What do you think, you two?" she asked what appeared to be no one in particular.

Andrew whirled around at the newcommer, his eyes wide with fear. "Who're you?"

"Ah, you know me...elsewhere," the girl answered cryptically. "But I'm not here to talk to you, Andrew; I'm here to plan. There are two others I'm looking to talk to...but they're lagging, apparently. Any second now, they're going to walk through a door that didn't exist previously. Same one I came through. Now, go back to your dead people, 'kay? ...Not to be insensitive or anything. ...Actually, no! Being insensitive was my aim. Alright. Cool."

(Is this Aria?)

"Elsewhere? Who are you?!" Andrew demanded. "And what are you talking about?!"

((Nooo... Gh...read.))

"I'm talking about divine intervention, pal," the girl said with a crooked grin. "This plotline is getting nowhere fast...so I'm stepping in. But there are two opinions I'm looking for. And as for who I am, call me the Creator. Or whatever. Because that's what I am, you know; in this world, I'm effectively a deity. In this world, God prays to me! And to those two other people I was talking about."

((In Soviet Russia Mind's Eye, God prays to you!))

T.Mor was confused. "Are you the internet?" He asked totally ruining what was left of the depressing mood.
"CAN I HAVE YOUR AUTOGRAPH?" Riddle yelled, sounding like twice chewed gravel.

(Oh! It's you! And the other two people are....me and Invis?)

"In this world? We're nowhere! I don't..."

Another girl appeared next to Winter, stepping through a door. "Sorry I'm late..." she mumbled, trying not to look at the dead bodies.

((Indeed.))

The girl laughed at Riddle's outburst.

"Ah, perhaps another time, Riddle. But I don't think you'd want it anyway." She turned as a door opened out of nowhere. "There you are! We need to discuss stuff. Get some Writer Ex Machina in here."

Yet another chick walked through the door. She was...Well...Still pulling on her shoes. "Crap. I was...erm...Totally not...uhm...Having a mysterious noodle incident involving crackfics...Uhm..." She muttered, tying her shoe and hopping in place. "Writer ex machina...Sounds good...Yeah...Shoes...need tied..." She agreed.

"I say we bring them back...that got out of hand...and it wasn't normal for Ezra. I messed up." The girl said.

Andrew glared at them, "Who are you two?"

"Well..I created you," said the new girl.

"Oi, oi!" the girl said. "We don't need that whole talk right now. They know outside of here, and they'll remember when they leave. And anyway, yeah, you totally messed up! Made Narm out of the whole scene... But sure, bringing them back sounds good."

"...Uh?" Sarah asked, blinking. She was still pretty shocked. "What do you...?"

"I don't quite agree with the hand Fate dealt one of my favorite creations," the girl replied with a grin. "I'm taking it back and reshuffling."

"Wha...?"

"I'm sorry..I didn' t mean to...and you know I'm doing better with them," the girl said, looking down. "Yeah...mine needs to come back too...I should' ve....yeah....just...let's bring 'em back."

"Ok...Cool...Erm. That sounds agreeable. It was quite narmy." The girl agreed finally sorting out her shoe. "Erm...Riddle...One time pass from the rest of Rigor Mortis sound good to you?" She asked, not just Riddle, but the room as a whole.

"DUDE RIGOR EXEMPTION?! WHO ARE YOU?! CEILING CAT?!" She asked.

"No...Just...a person." She replied all chill like. "MAGIC...though...erm...that's about right."

"Right," the girl said, pulling out a pocket notebook and a tiny mechanical pencil. She flipped open the notebook, murmuring the words as she wrote. "Peter...came...back...to live. There! And now we wait."

"...Ah?" Sarah asked, gawking. Whether it was from surprise, bewilderment, or "you're just insane" was unclear.

"Sarah, dear," the girl began, "you're going to have to form coherent sentences if you want me to understand you." Then she turned to the two others. "Time lapse for the hours before they come back?"

"Yeah," the other girl mumbled, she still felt bad. She wrote down what she needed for Ezra. "He's getting better you have to admit....I think."

The girl pulled out a sharpie and wrote on her own pants, havig forgotten paper. "Riddle was suddenly given Rigor Exemption due to some phlebotnium she had fogotten in her boot earlier that week..." She muttered as she sharpied furiously. "Sound about right?" She asked the other two girls.
"THAT SOUNDS FANTASTIC!! I DIDN'T KNOW I'D PACKED EXTRA PHLEBOTNIUM!! I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW I HAD ANY LEFT AFTER MY BONY LEG!!" Riddle capslocked happily.

"Ah, the good ol' phlebotinum," the girl laughed...though the laughter was mainly from Riddle speaking words. "So yeah, time lapse now? That sort of change will take place immediately, I think."

"Uh-huh," the other girl nodded. Andrew and Liz watched, confused.

They took as step to the left...AND A HOP TO THE RIGHT...
THE TIME WARP SONG CONTINUED ON FOR A WHILE.

"I KNOW THIS SONG!!" Riddle said, standing up and cracking a lot of joints simultaneously.

The girl laughed, "Nice Riddle!"

Ezra got up and groaned, "What happened?"

The sun shot across the sky, causing the shadows to swivel and lengthen.

"Man, I love being a writer!" the girl said gleefully as she watched the changes. "I live for this stuff!"

Meanwhile, her characters were staring up at the sky in wonder, trying to make something out of it and failing. After several seconds, the accelerated time stopped, leaving the group in a red dusk.

"What just...?" Izzy asked.

"What part of 'Creator' don't'chya get, Izzy?" the girl asked with a wry grin. She generated a portal in front of her and another by a stand of trees in the distance. She reached through, grabbed a stick, pulled her hand back, and dismissed the portals. "Now...the classic way to tell if something is alive or dead...poke it with a stick!" She strode over to Peter's body and commenced with the stick-poking. "Hey there, wake up now!"

"Arrêtez!" Senet snapped, looking up at her hatefully. "'Ee's...'ee's not a zeeng! And 'ee's...'ee can't...wake up..." His voice got progressively quieter, and it seemed that he was about to give way to a fresh bout of tears.

"Again...Cre-a-tor! Seriously, you people. Now where was I... Pokepokepokepokepoke! Wakey-wakey!"

"Stop eet!" Senet demanded. The girl payed him no mind.

"Ah...hey...cut it out," a sleepy voice murmured; a hand batted the stick away.

Beat.

"PETER!" a chorus of voices shouted. The girl gave another crooked smile, stepping back to review her handiwork. That was to say...a bunch of bonders effectively tackleglomping the poor young man.

"Well! My work here is done. How's Ezie?"

"He seems okay," the girl said, tilting her head. "Should we make them forget this ever happened? Them dying, I mean?"

Ezra looked around, "Peter?! You're alive?!" He looked down at himself, "I'm alive?!"

"Apparently so. Don't be so stupid next time," Andrew said, giving Ezra a stern look.

"That would be my fault," the girl mumbled. "Sorry Ezie."

"Don't call me that! And how do you-" Ezra snapped, but his words were cut off by Liz, who tackle hugged him.

"You're okay!"

T.Mor couldn't quite bring himself to join in the celebratory glomping that was going on. It wasn't that he wasn't happy to see everyone alive and free of Rigor Mortis again...It was just...he felt out of place. He was not used to happy. So...As usual...He just stood there awkwardly. Awkwardly happy of course, but still...The keyword was awkward.

The girl walked over and nudged him. "You aren't going to join the wecloming committee over there?"

"Er...I don't want to intrude..." T.Mor muttered.

"SCREW MANNERS. PEOPLE JUST GOT ALL...UNDEAD." She capslocked, but wasn't terribly loud about it. "Just go...Hug something." She commanded after an awkward silence from T.Mor.

And so...He did. Awkwardly.

Ezra sat stunned. "But...but...but... I was dead. I mean...how...how am I still here?"

"Well you're back okay, Peter's back, that's all that matters!" the girl said cheerfully.

"I still don't get it," Ezra said, giving her a confused look.

"Well things got outta hand, and we had to come fix it. It was like runaway train...that crashed." the girl tried to explain, but Ezra still didn't get it.

Andrew grinned, "Eh, who cares? Just be happy your not dead. And look Riddle's okay too!"

"Like I said," the girl spoke, "we're creators. The multiverse, and everything in it, is our bitch. Basically. And when we don't want something to happen, we make it not happen." She turned to the other girls. "So, should we wipe their memories and head back?"