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Entry tags:
- !arrival post,
- asoiaf: jon snow,
- dragon age: dorian pavus,
- heathers: veronica sawyer,
- losers: cougar alvarez,
- martian: mark watney,
- marvel: frank castle,
- marvel: peggy carter,
- marvel: sam wilson,
- ouat: emma swan,
- pacific rim: raleigh becket,
- spn: jo harvelle,
- star trek: kira nerys,
- star wars: hux,
- star wars: kylo ren,
- tvd: kol mikaelson
July Arrivals
WHO: Arrivals
WHERE: The fountain park
WHEN: July 1, 12:00 PM
OPEN TO: ALL
WARNINGS: N/A
STATUS: CLOSED
In the snug circle of an old park, a fountain sits burbling beneath a broad, midday sky.
Once-neat paving stones have buckled and cracked from the slow nudge of wayward roots. Benches stand covered in lichen and rust. Three paths push into the underbrush like the spokes on a wheel, the encroaching forest creating lush tunnels through the dark.
But the fountain stands singular and pristine, brightly splashing in open rebellion of the deep, muffled sounds of a place long ago gone to seed. A vibration hums through the ground, there and quickly gone, and the water in the fountain trembles, lapping against the high walls of its cool, pale reservoir.
It is the first of July.
It is precisely twelve o'clock in the afternoon.
WHERE: The fountain park
WHEN: July 1, 12:00 PM
OPEN TO: ALL
WARNINGS: N/A
STATUS: CLOSED
In the snug circle of an old park, a fountain sits burbling beneath a broad, midday sky.
Once-neat paving stones have buckled and cracked from the slow nudge of wayward roots. Benches stand covered in lichen and rust. Three paths push into the underbrush like the spokes on a wheel, the encroaching forest creating lush tunnels through the dark.
But the fountain stands singular and pristine, brightly splashing in open rebellion of the deep, muffled sounds of a place long ago gone to seed. A vibration hums through the ground, there and quickly gone, and the water in the fountain trembles, lapping against the high walls of its cool, pale reservoir.
It is the first of July.
It is precisely twelve o'clock in the afternoon.
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The temperature, clearly, isn't going to be a way to tell where they are. Neither is the direction of the wind; it seems like they're in a canyon and that is screwing up Raleigh's sense of direction.
"I'm not a scientist or anything. I just know what I've picked up from being around them."
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"Well, you can add one more to your collection," I reply with a self-deprecating smile. "But you're right, it does seem to be summer, which is a little concerning since it was fall when I fell asleep. I didn't really get as good a look at the plants as I would've liked, but at a glance, I'm thinking Pacific Northwest? Is that relevant to you at all?"
How long was I out? If my senses aren't completely fucking with me and this is actual reality as opposed to some sort of much-delayed, hallucinatory PTSD episode, it would have taken a ridiculous amount of effort to get me here, and like this.
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Raleigh's best guess would be Washington or Oregon, based on what he knows about the area from his traveling, and he wonders how the hell he'd have gotten here from Hong Kong. It's the opposite side of the world.
"Where are you from?"
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I move to a table and pull out a chair so that I can sit and begin pulling the boots off my feet. With the way my feet are sloshing around in there, I think I might have brought half the pool with me when I climbed out of that fountain.
"What do you do?" I ask, frowning slightly at the rub of stiff leather through my sock. "If you're not a scientist, I mean."
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"I'm a ranger in the Pan-Pacific Defense Corps. We stop kaiju incursions along the shoreline."
If he's from his version of the world, he'll know what that is. If not, it gives Raleigh some information to work with.