saveournpcs: (Smol)
Save Our Earth NPCs ([personal profile] saveournpcs) wrote in [community profile] saveourearth2020-04-03 10:47 pm

Run, run, follow me [Open Mingle]

Date: Saturday, 4.1.2020
Characters: OPEN


I.

It's midday when trouble seems to brew underfoot. Literally underfoot, in cases - wherever the Numbered are, they'll suddenly find dormice approaching them, running around their feet, in some cases up their legs, aiming to get their attention, and then running off - coming back again, running off once more in the same direction.

Trying to get the Numbered to FOLLOW.


II.

If Numbered decide to follow the mice, they'll be lead through the streets, fields, or whatever there is (in some cases, this might mean that the mice are trying to lead them through the military area aroudn the air base). Perhaps they'll run into other Numbered on the way - all mice seem to be leading those that they lead into the exact same direction.


III.

The direction of, it turns out, the tunnels under the cliffs. The mice will easily slip through the grates that bar the entries - the grates were made to keep humans out and let a tiny mice through easily. The Numbered, however... well, the grates were installed solid and sturdy to keep humans out. The mice will vanish in the tunnels and not come back.
scarsolderthanyou: (amused)

[personal profile] scarsolderthanyou 2020-04-04 06:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Sam chuckles, straightening up to beckon his grandson along. "I'm pretty sure the mice know where they're going, but I won't say no to some backup."
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[personal profile] dreamtamer 2020-04-04 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Thom grins and quickly runs to retrieve Gizmo's leash and his coat.

"Okay! I'm ready. Let's go find where the mice want us to go!"

Gizmo was slightly less enthusiastic. He remembered the scary things he'd seen the last time he'd encountered a mouse. But if Thom wanted to go, he wasn't going to be left behind.
scarsolderthanyou: (Default)

[personal profile] scarsolderthanyou 2020-04-05 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Sam ruffles Gizmo's fur. "All right. Off we go, then, kids. --We're coming, mice, calm down." And they start off. "Here's hoping it's something we can do something about. Like a shortage of cheese, eh?"

That's aimed mostly at Thom, half a joke.