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middleofsomewhere2020-05-17 06:31 am
voidtreckermods) wrote in middleofsomewhere2020-05-17 06:31 am
Entry tags:
- !mission six,
- leaf [au],
- persephone [ou],
- seto kaiba [ou],
- ~x~conan edogawa [ou],
- ~x~curufin [crau],
- ~x~dairine callahan [crau],
- ~x~gladiolus amicitia [ou],
- ~x~kaito kuroba [ou],
- ~x~nerdanel mathaniel [ou],
- ~x~nita callahan [crau],
- ~x~peter parker [ou],
- ~x~ran mouri [ou],
- ~x~sxt-2 [ou],
- ~x~webmind [ou]
Final: Orange
Down the Staircase: Backdated to Day Seven
Those who were investigating the sigil or fighting crabs nearby would be aware of the ground rumbling as a spiral staircase opened into the dark sand below.
Of course it is less a staircase at the bottom of the ocean and more a terrifying water helter-skelter downwards through the dark.
But they land in an underground cave. It is dark, and ankle deep in water. In the centre there is a white marble plinth, with a large empty shell on top. The walls of the cave are dark and grimy but with the aid of the torches in their SCA's and some investigating will find a hint of colours underneath the sand and seaweed on the walls.
Between day seven and day ten
The crabs are still attacking. It is not a never ending siege but it pays to be vigilant as every so often crabs arrive to launch an attack on the sleeping citizens. Luckily they don't seem to be able to get into the underground chamber, perhaps being too large or unwilling to enter through the twisting passage.
Inside the cave the water is slowly rising, by day ten of the month of Fiddlesticks it reaches the average voidtrecker's chest.
The plinth is tall, above the voidtreckers' heads and so hasn't been submerged yet.
Assuming they have begun to clear the sand and seaweed off the walls of the cave a picture begins to emerge. Simple drawings, very similar to those on the tablets in the market place.
Day Ten
Light from the sky, an island. People gathered around a fire. Beacon. Symbols are helpfully translated for them. A plinth. No, two plinths with shells on them filled with light.
All very useful. If only they had any way to share their ideas with the others.
Which is when their SCA's glow and a holographic screen appears.
Meanwhile on the train...
By day ten the storm hits with a vengeance. Waves are high, rain falls practically sideways. The train holds out well, staying in place and upright through the battering seas. Going out to dive is nerve wracking and there might be some cases of seasickness in those remaining on the train.
It is all in all not a great sea faring experience.
Those who were investigating the sigil or fighting crabs nearby would be aware of the ground rumbling as a spiral staircase opened into the dark sand below.
Of course it is less a staircase at the bottom of the ocean and more a terrifying water helter-skelter downwards through the dark.
But they land in an underground cave. It is dark, and ankle deep in water. In the centre there is a white marble plinth, with a large empty shell on top. The walls of the cave are dark and grimy but with the aid of the torches in their SCA's and some investigating will find a hint of colours underneath the sand and seaweed on the walls.
Between day seven and day ten
The crabs are still attacking. It is not a never ending siege but it pays to be vigilant as every so often crabs arrive to launch an attack on the sleeping citizens. Luckily they don't seem to be able to get into the underground chamber, perhaps being too large or unwilling to enter through the twisting passage.
Inside the cave the water is slowly rising, by day ten of the month of Fiddlesticks it reaches the average voidtrecker's chest.
The plinth is tall, above the voidtreckers' heads and so hasn't been submerged yet.
Assuming they have begun to clear the sand and seaweed off the walls of the cave a picture begins to emerge. Simple drawings, very similar to those on the tablets in the market place.
Day Ten
Light from the sky, an island. People gathered around a fire. Beacon. Symbols are helpfully translated for them. A plinth. No, two plinths with shells on them filled with light.
All very useful. If only they had any way to share their ideas with the others.
Which is when their SCA's glow and a holographic screen appears.
Meanwhile on the train...
By day ten the storm hits with a vengeance. Waves are high, rain falls practically sideways. The train holds out well, staying in place and upright through the battering seas. Going out to dive is nerve wracking and there might be some cases of seasickness in those remaining on the train.
It is all in all not a great sea faring experience.
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Except it used his name.
And not just that but his full name. "Gladio." He replied instantly, then blinked. "... Do I know you?" Because clearly it knew him.
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It was at this point that the train lurched again, thunder rumbling overhead. SXT-2 fwumped sideways against the base of the seat before flopping back down. In roughly the same spot, which was the entire point of this position. “-um. Let me repeat my last sentence. We haven’t met formally. Was that what we were talking about?”
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"No, not formally..." And not informally either, as far as he could remember, and he was pretty sure he would remember. "Uh... That's what we were talking about. And why you're down there?" Though given the way the train was lurching he had a feeling he could understand why she was wedged where she was.
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“Is it okay if I don’t make eye contact?” she asked, which was an odd thing to ask for someone with no visible eyes. “This is the most efficient place to be currently. My sense of balance is not as good as yours, I think, but it might work for you as well? Having to reposition myself has been reduced by 87 percent.”