[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.



[Please see event details and guidelines here.]

Comments

[thekittenqueen]

"I remember someone saying once that this was how it was when they first arrived in the village. People appearing in waves." It was better than appearing alone and having to be found by someone else, as she had been. Though, with everything so loud and disorderly, she couldn't imagine that it helped the surprise and fear, even if there were others to share it.

"Our home," she paused, realizing for the first time that they were pulled away from their bungalow. The garden she had cultivated, the porch where she spent her evenings, her loom, butterchurn and beehives. Were they all gone now as well? "We will have to find some place new..." unless this was an exact copy? At this point, so much was possible in that regard.

"It all looks the same though." Still, she followed Claire's suggestion and started down the path that lead to their home. "All of these buildings are exactly alike."