[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

[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."