[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

[theintercessor]

The watch doesn't remind him of anything in the village--even with the bands matching scrubs. It reminds him of the room tucked in the now disappeared cavern, the computer sitting between coolers and fluorescent lights.

Dropping his gaze, he thinks of the vials, the initials, the colors on each label. He thinks of the sun failing to set and the canyon opening into an identical village across the way.

"No, I don't think we'll manage that," he says, voice thinning as his mouth dries.