DayTrippers (Season 3 Episode 36-2) Out of the Blue

Legends of Tabletop Podcast

Jack Nash – John (Prime) Reggie Carlisle – John (Beta) Trae Mowaka- Jesse GM- Tod Foley Frank and Reggie listen to each other's stories. and Reggie begins to feel a strong connection to Frank - both are pilots, both are dreamers - and he wants to find him. Trae makes it to the parking lot, where security is preparing the building for lockdown. Trae grabs a guard and shoves a gun to his head, convincing him to cough up the location of "The Franks". Trae gets to the third floor just as the building goes into lockdown. He enters the room to find twelve tanks, with ten identical human males laying in them. Trae grabs one, pulls his head out of the gel and shouts "Are you Frank?" Out in the spacetime cube, Frank hears Trae's question. "I think he found me," he says. “That’s Trae!” Reggie shouts, “He did it!” But Frank says it’s not so simple. Once you lose track of dream levels, he says, there's no way to figure out where the “real you” is. Reggie stares down into the swirling lava and thinks about his dreams, his paintings, this spiraling shape, his vision of the Chao, and Scilla, and now Frank, and how it's all connected. He decides there's only one way to find out just how connected. Lucid dreaming his body into a "dissolution solution", Reggie drops into the caldera. Back on Earth, the clones are sedated, unable to communicate. Trae puts a bullet through its head and moves on to the next tank. As he does so, the Frank in the spacetime cube falls to the ground in mind-splitting agony. The blue room begins destabilizing. Alarms are sounding. There are voices in the hallway. After shooting another Frank, Trae notices that reality is falling apart. Trae sprays automatic fire across the room. Someone opens the door, and a pink vaguely-humanoid blob tumbles into the room. All sound stops, and all color drains from space. Matter is beginning to disintegrate. Another Frank's head explodes, and another. The walls have disappeared. Trae continues spraying bullets and outside of space and time, Frank feels every shot pierce his body. The world ends. There is nothing but whiteness. For a very long time. Trae drifts in the whiteness, screaming. Days? Weeks? Nash hears him and moves to his side, grabbing him by the hand. Trae stops screaming. The whiteness is Reggie. It doesn't know whether or not it wants to wake up. It's very comfortable being the whiteness. But then he thinks of Nash, whose tear-streamed face was the last thing he saw, and he knows he can't leave him alone. Reggie focuses his dreaming powers and tries to take form again, but only succeeds halfway. Frank pulls himself together and decides enough is enough. He realizes that since Reggie's dissolution didn't change anything, this dream must all be his own: or else Cordoba's, in which case they're all fucked anyway. He dreams Reggie back to form again. "Let me help you," Frank says. A gun has appeared in his hand, and he holds it to his temple. "Wake up, Frank." He pulls the trigger. Blood and grey matter spray out the side of Frank's skull and everything stops existing. Nash, Reggie, and Trae find themselves standing on the dirt shoulder beside the road. Nash and Reggie are both naked. Trae is still clothed, his gun is in his hand. The air is cool. It's a crisp winter's day, no signs of chaos, lockdown, or panic. Just peace and quiet. They look down the road, toward the gleaming dome of the Somnambula building. http://daytrippersrpg.com https://www.patreon.com/asif http://www.fictioneers.net/ https://www.birdscoffeecompany.com/coffees/legends-of-tabletop-legendary-brew Use Code Legends10 to get 10% off your order https://www.patreon.com/legendsoftabletop Theme music created by Brett Miller http://www.brettmillermusic.net/