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Entry tags:
- !mingle,
- !ota,
- - event: the sim ends,
- asoiaf: eddard stark,
- asoiaf: lyanna stark,
- asoiaf: margaery tyrell,
- asoiaf: sansa stark,
- cinder spires: benny sorellin-lancaster,
- division: kira akiyama,
- fall: stella gibson,
- h50: steve mcgarrett,
- heroes: claire bennet,
- hunger games: annie cresta,
- hunger games: finnick odair,
- hunger games: johanna mason,
- izombie: major lilywhite,
- izombie: ravi chakrabarti,
- kate kelly: kate kelly,
- martian: mark watney,
- marvel: claire temple,
- marvel: peggy carter,
- marvel: wanda maximoff,
- moana: moana,
- oc: jude sullivan,
- pacific rim: raleigh becket,
- shadowhunters: clary fray,
- star trek: beverly crusher,
- star trek: kira nerys,
- star wars: baze malbus,
- star wars: kylo ren,
- tlou: owen prichard,
- vtr: samantha moon
[EVENT] The Simulation Ends
WHERE: 6I Fountain Park & Elsewhere
WHEN: April 1
OPEN TO: ALL - Mingle
WARNINGS: N/A
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.]
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"Did everyone else already come through?" I ask, my hand instinctively lifting to pull at the novelty of my new beard. Plenty enough of us are still milling around the park looking dazed and confused, but I don't exactly keep a census in my pocket.
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"Aside from some dirt and rust, everything seems in better shape than we left it." The new stove still sits in the kitchen of the inn, the lights still come on. But it still seems older, untouched save to deliver clothing and pets.
"Fair warning; on top of the beards, you're going to run into some new features. Nerys said something about getting stuck in a human body, before? Apparently that didn't carry over."
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It does make me wonder now, though, about whether dietary needs are going to change.
"I guess the fun times just never stop," I add with a cant of my head, and then look over my shoulder to the path behind me.
"I'm going to head home, see what's changed, get into something dry, check in with Helen if she'd there. You want me to meet you back here, or in the inn?"
It doesn't occur to me that Kira doesn't want to meet to piece together what we can. He's already taken point; this is just the next step to that.
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Or be tempted into hoarding more at his house, for those odd itches to go spelunking with complete strangers.
"You can be first in line for a haircut," he adds, knowing as he lets Mark go that he'll have to dig out the kit soon. He doesn't want to see the kind of sewing-scissor trims these people are capable of.
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Later, standing in front of the bathroom sink with the kitchen shears in my hand, hacking away, the deja vu is almost palpable. I doubt it was intentional, but with this place, you really just never know.
I show up on Kira's doorstep a little later than I planned; I stopped first by the fields and then at the inn to get a quick look at the new equipment, but found it hard to get away with all of the confusion. I am dry, though, and shaved. My hair's scraggly but shorter, at least. Kira can trim it up if he feels it's not to his standards.
"Well, the good news is we have some actual tools to help with growing food," I say as I nudge open the door.
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A much higher priority than food, clearly.
"What kind of tools," he asks, stepping aside to let Mark in. He lifts an arm out to indicate the dining room, where he has a chair pulled out and the kit unfurled on the table. Another question occurs as he notices Bodhi's tea set still on a counter, through the doorway to the kitchen.
"How are the fields, anyway?" In the logic of this place, there's no telling if the plants fall under belongings, which are largely intact, or something like the buildings--left under a layer of dust and disuse.
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"They look the same as before, and I don't know what I think about that yet," I say. "I've already got a lot of questions I'll probably never get firm answers to, but what else is new? I guess I should just be glad we're not starting over from scratch. But maybe that's the whole point, to be glad for scraps."
Like the tools, which seem astonishing after nearly two years with almost nothing, but which are still a far cry from what a group this size needs.
"Um, and we got all kinds of things. Saws, shovels, building supplies, some medical supplies. And all of it new."
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"Old buildings; new stuff." More mental note than contribution. Sometimes puzzling out their situation is like this: hacking off the bulk of what they don't know with what little they do. Setting three fingers to Mark's crown, he aims his head down, then slides them through the length to start trimming what springs between.
"Building supplies and no fucked up buildings, medical supplies and no injuries." Preparing them for the future, and his mind abruptly narrows down one track, considering the state of things.
"Any contraceptives in the medical supplies? I mean, fuck, anything to do with the possibility of tiny villagers at all?" It had been an unnerving aspect of life in the canyon, but with everything else changing--maybe not a permanent one.
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"I have to get a better look around, get my feet under me, but for now I'd say it's safest to assume we've had our training wheels taken off and should proceed with caution," I add. Not that I'll ever really have a real answer for him on the pregnancy count; it's not exactly something I've been tracking.
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The back of Mark's head looking presentable, he flats his hands over his ears and puts his head back up, moving on to his left side.
"Obviously my concerns come first, but, I think Nerys is a little worried about the people coming through who weren't human." And rightly so; not everyone rolls with the punches around here. Even some who do might find it a punch too far. "And I mean, concerns about getting to still sit at the lunch table aside--there are all the questions about diet and medical needs, and--"
He stops cutting, before the train of thought can stray his hand. "And I had a really stupid conversation with Major and Ravi once, about how Major was a fucking zombie, so maybe put that at the top of all the lists. We need a new kind of census, and maybe like, more machetes."
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"That's..." I pull in a slow breath and decide I don't know what the fuck that is. "I'm just going to have to put that one on the shelf for now. One screwed-up thing at a time."
And the question of dietary needs was a simpler problem, a potentially solvable problem unless it required human brains.
"Did Nerys say she needs some kind of special food or supplement?"
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The mild, hind-sight judgment of them all is punctuated by the long, crisp sound of scissors shaping the hair behind and over Mark's ear.
"She didn't, but I didn't think to ask, and there were some overwhelming facts to contend with at the time." Staring at the top of Mark's head--he'll figure that out after he's cropped the back and sides. "Which in my experience, if she's not inserting her gluten allergy into every conversation that's still on the table."
Enough biting commentary to ease them off the possibility of zombies? Probably. "Let me get you something to write with," he decides, before they have to have this conversation twice.
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"You're right about needing another census. That's going to have to be a priority. And we might have to ask people some uncomfortable questions. If things have changed for them physiologically." If they are now, to their knowledge, fucking zombies.
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Then: zombies.
Kira gives it another few beats before he picks up the scissors. All that's really left is the top, to trim down and mess up to his satisfaction. "It can't be any worse than your doctor starting in on how sexuality active you are," he says, working out from the crown of Mark's head. "Which, maybe also worth asking, considering how Ravi said the zombie plague was spread." What a wonderful world, having to worry if his dick is going to rot off in the literal sense.
"Mark," he says after another beat, "please put scream-into-a-pillow on the list."
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"We're not on Mars," I sound out as I write the words across the top of the pad, a sort of directive to keep my shit together. Now: Everything else on the to-do list.
"We need to get over to the Inn sooner rather than later, before everybody scatters again. But we need to know what we intend to do there first. What we need to know to actually start properly assessing how deep we're in the shit. Dietary needs we've already said." I write it onto the paper. "Physical changes— You know, we really should start thinking about having some kind of accountability system in place for when people go off exploring. Like when you register with the park service before heading out camping; when you're going, when you expect to be back. You know these people. Some of them will be out tomorrow. Hell, some of them might be out there tonight."
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Pot, kettles; even the Observers know black is his color.
"Small miracles," he agrees. "There's air, yes." He takes a nice, long breath of it, and blusters it out. There's only so much hair he can take off of Mark's head to make himself feel better, before he'll hate to look at the man, so he moves around the chair to finish off the hairline and call it quits. "Close your eyes for a second," he says.
"Maybe we can impress upon them the implication of Nerys being an alien," he adds. "It's not Mars, but it might not be anywhere on Earth, either. Not if it's at all real this time around."
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"Just in the sense of it seeming counter-intuitive to what we've already experienced," I add, brushing away tiny bits of hair from my cheeks and nose and eyelashes when I feel Kira finally step away. "And trust me when I say I'm not crazy about the idea. But you're right. Logic follows that if we were in a simulation the first time, we could be right back in another one. A more advanced one." We passed the fucking test, whatever it was. Whoopie.
"And gathering the data to try and figure out if it's at least an Earth-like simulation if not actually Earth is high on the priority list. I have to assume everybody here is wanting answers. But accounting for everyone and any changes in the people has to be the first thing."