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saveourearth2020-04-03 10:47 pm
saveournpcs) wrote in 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.
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.
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It's possible. I can't exactly check myself while we're this far down.
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In case we have to come down again
[He's willing enough to pretend to assume there is one.]
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We can at least try, assuming our lives allow for us coming down here again.
[Also assuming any of them WANT to.]
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I'm going down more while we can then
The mice are too coordinated for this to be nothing
[That's true of the mice, anyway. But his reasons are a little more than that. Russell feels a certain proprietary feeling for the tunnels, like he ought to be able to go in them whenever he likes, since his first echo was in them.
The echo's likely a coincidence, the way most of the 'echoes' seem to be just that - echoes of the circumstances in which the Numbered experience them, but... His financially-fortunate upbringing leaves him with certain expectations, sometimes.]