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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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He suppresses a strangled groan.
"Harder to see any from down here," Walter admits. If there were any, they were easily merged with the wall above.
They'd have to keep going for now.
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"I don't think anything up there is big enough to help," he decides. "Maybe the best option is just to try and get around the mouth quickly. At least once we make it past that we should be almost through?"
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"Though at least running into the other Numbered would be some sort of reassuring."
This place was a mess of criss-crossed tunnels - surely there could be more than one that led to this dormouse?
Walter makes to keep moving before pausing and pulling out two handkerchiefs from his stash of supplies.
"Seems only prudent," he explains, passing one along to Jimmy.
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He makes a face and takes the piece of cloth. "Good idea. This is going to be unpleasant."
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"Kitty has been leading people down, though I don't know who she's with right now. Dr. Tilly I met at the gate, and I expect the rest of her family's been clued in as well."
Breathing through the improvised face mask, he sets them both forward between the walls - one of fur, one of rock.
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