July Arrivals

[sixthiteration]

WHO: Arrivals
WHERE: The fountain park
WHEN: July 1, 12:00 PM
OPEN TO: ALL
WARNINGS: N/A
STATUS: CLOSED

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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.

Comments

[generalginger]

It was an observation that Hux actually appreciated. He'd only met a couple of people so far, but if he was to be objective, he could say the same for them. They were obviously ignorant about the galaxy and caught up in mundane interplanetary affairs, but they definitely seemed to have good instincts.

Why they were all here wasn't something he could explain, but it at least it would be useful to them in the meantime.

"The intent must be to use our combined skills for something." It made sense: if there was to be some sort of endgame here, it would make sense to bring people with some level of usefulness. Just how useful these other people were, Hux couldn't say, but...

[andrend]

"I don't see the benefit of trapping us somewhere with such limited resources. If they wanted us to use our skills, they should have left us with the tools to do so." There was a slight bitter edge to his words. The loss of his weapon was frustrating enough, especially when paired with the far more upsetting decline in his connection to the force. But that wasn't something Hux needed to be informed of. Not yet.

"But I saw no signs of anything useful leading up to this building. No ships, no weapons. Not even a scrap droid."

[generalginger]

"That shouldn't be a problem for you, apart from an inconvenience." He raised a brow at Ren, but didn't say much else about it. It wasn't often that a situation was enough to put Hux at a loss of words, but this was definitely one of those instances. Hux wasn't going to admit to anyone, especially Ren, that he didn't know. He didn't have the answers.

It was more than disconcerting, which was why he tried to do his best to compartmentalise. Look at this objectively.

"We're missing something." Obviously. But he was sure he'd figure out the missing puzzle piece.