[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.



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Comments

[guessihavelostcount]

Claire moved to wrap her arms around Margaery at the same time the other woman reached for her, taking a moment to hold on for dear life and to reassure herself that her friend/roommate was actually there. It helped her to breathe a bit easier and to believe that other people she cared about would show up soon too. At least, she hoped they would.

"A bit wet and confused but I'm okay. I didn't see you right away either but I came out on the other side of the fountain. It's kind of chaotic at the moment." She answered as she leaned back, letting her gaze sweep over Margaery again now that they were close up. Then she nodded, allowing herself to look around. "So far it does but what the hell is going on? Does anyone know yet?"

[thekittenqueen]

There was a similar fear in Margaery's mind. She hadn't seen Loras yet or Robb. Each time someone climbed out of the fountain, she held her breath and prayed to the gods that it would be someone she loved. Each time, however, it was someone she recognized but not the face that she was looking for. Claire was the first one that was a genuine relief. They would stick together through this, as they had with so much else.

"I was the third group to come through." Which was better than being the first in her eyes. There were at least others around to temper the shock. Though it was hard to say why they were pulled through in this manner, in several ways and what dictated the groups they came in. "I don't know. No one has said anything. It's been chaos, between the people and the animals...this place looks the same though. It's the same as the village."

[guessihavelostcount]

While finding Margaery was a relief, Claire was still keeping an eye on the fountain for anyone else that she might know. Namely, Erik who she hasn't spotted yet but she wasn't allowing herself to freak out yet either. She would only freak out if it seemed like everyone had come through and she hadn't spotted him yet.

"I'm not even sure what group I'm a part of but that's good. That's good people are coming through in groups. That means other people should be coming through too." It made sense that everyone couldn't come through at the same time considering the size of the fountain. It seemed they would just have to be patient.

"We should look around though. Maybe it looks the same on the surface but something must have happened."

[thekittenqueen]

"I remember someone saying once that this was how it was when they first arrived in the village. People appearing in waves." It was better than appearing alone and having to be found by someone else, as she had been. Though, with everything so loud and disorderly, she couldn't imagine that it helped the surprise and fear, even if there were others to share it.

"Our home," she paused, realizing for the first time that they were pulled away from their bungalow. The garden she had cultivated, the porch where she spent her evenings, her loom, butterchurn and beehives. Were they all gone now as well? "We will have to find some place new..." unless this was an exact copy? At this point, so much was possible in that regard.

"It all looks the same though." Still, she followed Claire's suggestion and started down the path that lead to their home. "All of these buildings are exactly alike."