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

[tobeclosetohim]

The doors are hard to open with the wind slamming into them, too. Throwing both of them, running, stumbling, forward into the doors, but slamming the high force of those gusts straight into the doors, too. Making it a fight to get those doors open and a struggle to pull them closed just as hard against the winds, until they are enough into the wind again and the wind slams them closed just as hard as it was slamming against keeping them closed.

"I'd still take killer wind over killer bunnies." Jo said, gasping from the running, back against the door. Pushing up as her eyes went over the other people who were already in the room, too. The way they weren't the only ones with this idea, and the idea they were all pushed somewhere raising the hairs on the back of her neck. A trap? With them all rounded up? Except they had all started in one spot, too.

"Actually, I probably wouldn't." There's a head bobble from side to side. "I'd know what were dealing with then, at least."

[itchtokill]

The wind fighting against them made getting inside once they reached the building a hassle, but they managed, even if they stumbled to their current short-lived victory. The loud snap of the doors being slammed shut with the force of the wind hands in the air, serving as a reminder this is only the very beginning of a likely very long night. His ears are still ringing from the noise.

Already in his short time here, in this new, wind-ridden world he found himself in, Kol feels something is off, different. Wrong, somehow, but in ways he can't quite explain or even begin to pinpoint yet. It tugs at something deep in the pit of his stomach, but he'll put it aside for now to worry about later. If he even ends up needing to worry at all. He's rather convinced it won't last.

"Killer bunnies?" He echoes, every ounce of his confusion spilling over both into his voice and across the features of his face. He has no idea what she's talking about, not even the slightest. "Can't recall anyone mentioning that one before." Not that most of them traded stories about the weird evils of the past all that often or anything.

[tobeclosetohim]

Which makes it Jo turn to raise her eyebrows and give him an odd look. She's not sure how anyone could have missed that. Given it seemed to have taken over the whole island. Sure, Gabriel had made himself scarce, which was a thing she did not even begin to get still, but with the whole mess of Krissy, Blathazar, Merlin, Amy and Sam, she could let it slide. Even though she'd really let too much slide that first month, and it'd stuck out like a sore thumb the last one.

But deciding to just leave people to the mercy of monsters and not even keeping your ears and eyes open to what was going on?
"Seriously? You just sleep through armies of hippity-hoppity bloodthirsty monsters all the time, or were you just busy at the time?"

[itchtokill]

Kol isn't all too sure what to make of that look on her face. How was he supposed to know every last bloody thing that had ever traipsed its way through Lawrence? He'd heard plenty, but not everything, and even dealt with more than his fair share of crazy in that town in his year and change there. He supposes there's plenty more to come, even when all this is over.

"Well, I have been told I could sleep through a hurricane once or twice," Cheeky. Always cheeky, even when the situation absolutely did not call for it. But now he's thinking back to his conversation with Emma earlier, before he'd found Jo. She hadn't recognized him at all. Was this somehow more of that? But Jo knew who he was, so why was she expecting him to remember things he hadn't been around for? And why were they affected differently, somehow? This was going to get awfully confusing rather quickly. "but no, can't say I remember seeing any psycho rabbits roaming the streets of Lawrence." He shrugs, nonchalant, "Must've been before my time, luv."

He's nothing if not utterly relaxed just now. They're out of the weather, found shelter to wait it all out in and the rest of this-- whatever bizarre nonsense it all even is-- will sort itself on it's own. Given time. Messing with memories was hardly outside of the Seal's capabilities, after all. He's not sure there's anything that is, really.