[EVENT] The Simulation Ends

[sixthiteration]

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

---

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

[thegreatexperiment]

"I'll drink to that," Sam muttered.

Or, she would, assuming any of her still equipment had survived the...whatever it was. She made a mental note to check up on that later.

In the meanwhile, she followed Clary up the stairs.

She was still fucking freezing. And still felt off. Absently, she ran her fingers over the banister, trying to figure it out, but her brain felt too foggy.

[ithuriels_blood]

Clary had never been a big drinker but this place had a way of stretching your nerves and making you wish that you were in a club with a thundering beat and a drink of something sweet in your hand.

She took a deep breath and broke away from Sam when she came to her room. Despite her nerves, she didn't hesitate. Clary wasn't big on hesitation when she had a clear goal in mind. She pushes open her door and stepped inside, expecting the worst while foolishly hoping for the best.

The room was exactly how she left it.

Clary slowly closed the door behind her and began to change into her Shadowhunter gear: tight paints, dark tank top, leather bits and pieces combined with a dagger and her leather jacket. The dagger had been borrowed from the inn's stash but she had gotten it just before she was pulled through the fountain. She'd have to put it back since her plans for the day have changed.

Once set she headed back down to the fire to see if Sam was there, if not, she'd wait.

[thegreatexperiment]

Sam examination of her room was a bit more cursory. Once she saw that the walls were still a mess of art, she decided that the rest of her shit was probably intact too. It wasn't exactly nice shit, so she didn't bother taking inventory. She grabbed the one thing worth grabbing--her notebook--and headed back down the stairs.

"Well," she said when she spotted Clary, "you look Goth."

It was meant as a compliment.

Apparently, Clary's stuff was there too.

[ithuriels_blood]

Clary looked down at her attire while her lips twisted into a smile. "I'd call it biker chick if I was giving it a name." She was wearing a lot of black but it was form fitting and not overly excessive like how Clary imaged Goth styles to be.

"It's my Shadowhunter gear. I got it a few months back." It had been VERY random but Clary wasn't about to question it.

She pointed down to Sam's notebook.

"Everything accounted for you too?"

[thegreatexperiment]

"Well," she drawled, "there's never really any accounting for this hellhole. But yeah. I think so."

She made a dismissive wave of her hand.

And then she realized one reason she'd been feeling so off.

"And then some," she said, examining the heavy watch on her wrist. "Where the fuck did this come from?"

[ithuriels_blood]

"You have one too?" Clary stepped closer to Sam to take a look at the bracelet. "I noticed it when I first got here but I figured it was a scrub accessories." She held up her wrist for Sam to see.

"It looks like this backwater village is getting wifi."

That was a weird thought.

[thegreatexperiment]

Much like the food that randomly appeared, Sam figured that the promise of wifi was probably too good to be true. She wished she had more of an engineering background, though. The idea of taking the damn thing apart had a certain appeal. If only to stick it to the man.

Or, in this particular case, Overlords.

She glanced down at the ugly thing--shit, it was like Mr. T's reject collection. "What makes you think it's got wifi?" she asked.

[ithuriels_blood]

"I can send you a text." Clary had been looking down at her wrist when she spoke and a second later Sam will see a message popup on her bracelet.

'See, a text.'

"I guess that means that we can talk to each other and they can track us..." She tried to slide the thing odd her wrist but it looked like it was stuck.

"Any ideas how to get it off?"

[thegreatexperiment]

Sam's instinct was immediately a laser sword and a quick slicing motion. The Space Wars method. But she liked having her hands. And all things considered, she was pretty attached to her left hand.

At any rate, that suggestion wasn't going to be helpful.

She shook her head.

"It's ugly as fuck."