[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

[fishermansweater]

"You ever been up a ship's mast?" Finnick calls back down. "Least the tree's not moving."

He's been climbing since he was a child himself, just not trees. Masts and rigging are easier, more regular, but they have their downsides, too, and after yardarms in rough seas, a steady tree is little problem. That said, Finnick does, in fact, have an arm wrapped around the tree for stabilization.

"Trying to work out what's happening. Have you seen Annie?"

Finnick, too, is unhappy with the band around his wrist; Johanna's been trying to bite hers off. His is still firmly attached despite his earlier attempts. Hers, too, is the same color as her clothes. And, like the others he's seen, Johanna's hair has grown, no longer the regrowth from the shaved head she'd had when she got back from Panem. She looks more like the Johanna he knows, and that's ... reassuring in a way it shouldn't be.

[71st_victor]

He's at least got the right idea of it. If they're up in the trees, they have an advantage of being above things. Letting the bracelet be for the moment, she works her way up the tree with the skill of someone who's been doing it all her life, straddling a thick enough branch when she makes it close enough to Finnick.

"I saw Bodhi," she says, and there'd been someone else, but she hadn't been paying attention. The minute she got out of the water, she'd registered her hair, the new bracelet, and the fact that the canyon walls are gone. "I don't think they're doing anything more than delaying us, like some sick head start," she admits grumpily.