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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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Then her attention turns down to Russell’s legs. Specifically where his knees happen to be in height to her. From that, at least she can guess the bare minimum of space he may need to avoid crawling if she adds his head and neck to it. Crouching to enter seems like a fair compromise. She holds a hand about where that looks to be and asks, “So maybe if I find a hole this tall?”
Clearly her job will be to search for a hole while he gets supplies.
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"Something like that, yeah. And no shorter. If I had to wriggle on my stomach..." He shakes his head. It might be possible, in an emergency, but he's not volunteering for it. Not even if the mice swarm him again. "And I'll borrow a saw, in case the small tunnels don't work."
Maybe not the most responsible distribution of responsibilities. But if it means she won't venture in alone in pursuit of mice, that works.
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“Sounds like a plan,” she says in agreement. She has confidence the saw will not be needed, but she has been wrong before and would not tempt misfortune by saying the thought aloud. Crouching back down, she drops the items she pulled out back into her rucksack and dons the bag on her shoulders.
“Right! See you soon!” she says cheerfully and turns to walk over the tunnels.