Run, run, follow me [Open Mingle]

[saveournpcs]

Date: Saturday, 4.1.2020
Characters: OPEN

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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.

Comments

[catted]

"Which most of us couldn't fit through, probably.

Except for the dog, I guess." But then, do you want to alert the person who'd probably just YELL to this? It'd been blessedly quiet on the network for a while now...

"Who asked you to check?"

[iamnotgod]

"Haven't seen Chad around in a while, either."

Shame though it wasn't, in a way, much for the reason Marja's thinking.

"Reverend Marsh and MP Saunders themselves."

[catted]

"...I hope he's still around." Annoying as he can be, there's preciously few Numbered around.

"...Why? Because of the sinkholes?" There had been a lot of talk about them, and those who claimed that it must be cave-ins in the tunnels had been around the older population... though most younger than the war, including Mary Ann, weren't so sure if that was a reasonable suspicion to have.

[iamnotgod]

Walter nods.

"They're a lot more extensive than previously thought."

He now has the evidence.

"And with how our Numbered luck has been, something's probably in them."

[catted]

"...More extensive how?" From all she knows they are already very extensive, running for many metres down and all along the cliffs. That's extensive, right?

[iamnotgod]

"More interconnected," he says - which shouldn't be all that shocking, really, but it had taken some doing not to lose all the drones in their exploration efforts.

"And certain tunnels would get larger when it would have made more sense to shrink, as well as vice-versa."

[catted]

"...That definitely sounds like something is down there that we wouldn't expect to be there normally."

Whatever that is. "...It might not be all that safe to go down there." Which doesn't mean that they shouldn't go. Just: "We should go prepared." Whatever exactly that means - it probably depends by person. She thinks she should at least take some first aid things along. Because knowing this troupe, one of the kids will break their ankle. Or probably do something more creative than that. Learn how to fly and crack their skull because they can't control it. Who knows.

[iamnotgod]

In other words: More Numbered Nonsense.

... Which he was really beginning to hate, but that was another matter.

"Meet back up in, say, three-quarters of an hour? Not necessarily here, mind."

Because that'd just be even more suspicious.

[catted]

She nods. "Sounds like a plan.

Maybe by that time we'll have an idea of how to get in there, too.

See you then." And with that she'll go to fetch a few things.