[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

[theluckygirl]

Nobody around to fix it. Didn't sound particularly happy, not with the way he said it or the tone he said it with. Pair that with the way he was looking around and if Claire had to guess, the guy's world before emerging from the fountain and stepping into this one didn't seem to be all that friendly.

As a nurse, she's heard plenty of stories about how people lose fingers and toes, but she can't help but flinch a little over hearing how Owen lost his. But she says nothing because one would be surprised how often it happens. Especially around the 4th of July.

Coming up to the clinic doors, she gives a small shrug. "Which you'll be using here, too. Only not against people."

Being there involved a different kind of survival.