[EVENT] The Simulation Ends

[sixthiteration]

WHERE: 6I Fountain Park & Elsewhere
WHEN: April 1
OPEN TO: ALL - Mingle
WARNINGS: N/A

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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.

Far, far away, in a place that isn't really there, people begin to blink out of existance.

It is the first of April.

It is precisely ten o'clock in the morning.



[Please see event details and guidelines here.]

Comments

Animal Rescue

[thekittenqueen]

Clint's a relief when he reappears with rope and other supplies. Margaery had been struggling with one of her bulls, trying to lead him out by the horns, but the water disturbed him and pushed him towards a tantrum. Despite her best efforts to soothe her bull, he wasn't having any of it, just as miserable and damp as she was.

She glanced over at Clint, reaching for the rope. "If we tie it around a tree trunk, we can use it as an anchor to help pull him out." The goats and sheep had been easier, little surprise that the bovines would be stubborn and difficult.

"You will need to help pull and I'll try and get his feet over the side of the fountain." If she could find her footing in the fountain. "We need to be quick. I don't know how long he's going to float."