[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]

He'd long ago given up on expecting people here to understand his fears. Nobody could fear the arena and its games as much as someone who'd survived it and then had to relive it every year on behalf of his tributes as he tried to help them survive. The people here had shown little willingness to listen to his warning, but now, surely this was evidence that he was right.

He wasn't the only one with loved ones here, and he nodded in agreement when she asked to join him in the tree. There was a risk, but he felt little to fear from Lyanna, for all she was the age of a tribute and he knew well enough not to dismiss her based on that.

"Do you remember anything about how you got here?" he asked. They may as well compare their experiences, and see if she knew anything more than he did. He doubted it, though, when there had been so little the first time he'd come up out of the fountain.