[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

[super_seal]

Taking the towel Steve absently dries his face and hands before running it over his hair as they talk. It ends up draped around his shoulders and forgotten about. As he's making himself marginally drier, his focus is completely on her, and then to the man she indicates. He's about to walk away, and does in fact take the first step in his eagerness, when she's speaking again.

"No, no I'm good," he says waving off any concern over his own well-being. "I really need to find them." Although there's not much he can do if they aren't here, but he's not ready to address that outcome yet.

A look back to Kira tells him that the other man is busy talking to someone else at the moment and while Steve wants his attention he knows he's not the only one concerned about loved ones. He may be impatient and not happy about it, but he has enough self-discipline to wait his turn. In the meantime his eyes keep flicking over the crowd. "Are you missing anyone? Did they all come through? There aren't many left back... Wherever we were."

[ethnobotany]

Given that he looks okay and he's not acting injured, at least by human standards, Beverly settles for giving him a pointed look rather than forcing the issue. She isn't pleased with not being able to actually examine him, but he doesn't seem to need anything either. Regardless, he's still talking to her since Kira seems to be otherwise occupied for the moment.

"We might be missing a handful now, but they seem to be coming every 15 minutes or so. I would assume that the entirety of both villages will soon be through, though given it's the Observers..." She shrugs, indicating that anything could happen. The Observers could easily bring everyone through only to split them up again. Or they might leave some behind. It's impossible to know for sure, though she figures that's why Kira has been keeping track of everyone who's come through. It's a good idea.