[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

[lastofthekellys]

"If you were still up it, and called out, I'd call you down and so you'd not be startlin', now, would you?" Kate retorts, her temper not mollified in the slightest. Normally, she tries to keep her temper in check, but currently, it's decidedly off the leash.

Still, she forces herself to take a steadying breath has the man admits that he hasn't seen his shy wife.

"I was just in the village," she confirms. "The sky turned all purple and people have been vanishing in little groups maybe every quarter hour, or so it feels like. But the queerest, darndest thing is besides the sky, it was all normal. No other weirdness like our captors like to throw at us."

Kate regards him for a moment.

"I'd say the odds are that Mrs Odair is unharmed."