[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

[chosenbytheocean]

"I don't know."

She looked around as if the key to answering Margaery's questions was somehow positioned around them. "I wasn't here long before the animals started coming through." It's been maybe an hour of her freaking out about finding Itiiti and the large pig coming through the fountain.

"Why? Is this why people were disappearing before? They were coming out here?"

Except that the village looked exactly the same. It didn't make any sense. "Where are we?"

[thekittenqueen]

"You must have been in one of the later groups." There had been so much going on, it was easy to miss someone. So many bodies pulled themselves from the waters, cries and questions had fallen together in a chaotic cacophony until it was hard to discern what anyone was saying. Her daze hadn't helped, making everything sound like a muffled hum.

It was only in seeing her animals that she returned to the world around her, finding something to focus on and channel her vulnerabilities into. Rounding up her menagerie was easier than facing whatever it was they had been brought to.

"I don't know." She hated that question. It was the same one that was asked by anyone newly arrived to the village. Only now, they had to ask it again. "It's the same as where we were before."