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sixthiterationlogs2016-06-30 04:00 pm
sixthiteration) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2016-06-30 04:00 pm
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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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"Anyway...you don't seem that curious about the fountain. Where you heading?"
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He casts another glance toward the fountain and shakes his head, “Nah, no use, you won’t get back through there. You’ll be here til who-or-whatever decides you don’t want to be.” That’s the simplest explanation. He’ll worry about explaining Lawrence once they’re proper back in it. “Not sure, probably just pick a path and see where it goes. One of ‘em must lead somewhere useful, yeah?”
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He can't be sure why the man seems so assured that there isn't a way back through the fountain. Sam would ask, but at the same time he's not exactly willing to jump back in there just yet either. Again, there was no way of knowing just how deep it went and how much air he would need. Sam could swim, sure, but he'd joined the Air Force over the Navy for a reason (well, several reasons, but a preference for dry land was one).
"Probably. Guess you could just eenie-meenie-mineie-moe it then," he smirks. "Think I'll hang back for a bit though...I'm curious to see who else might be coming through."
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"See ya 'round, mate." he double checks the pack he's carrying is secure before giving him a nod and focusing once again on figuring out where to go from here.