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Run, run, follow me [Open Mingle]
Date: Saturday, 4.1.2020
Characters: OPEN
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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.
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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.
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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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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.
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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.
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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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After the fairly laid-back New Year's part, Walter had the distinct feeling something was off, but the pattern hadn't made itself evident yet.
And now, there were mice everywhere! Sensing the way things were heading, he decided to spend some time making sure the other Numbered were alright, assuming they were dealing with a surplus of rodents as well.
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The mice couldn't carry Walter to the tunnels, but he was getting the impression they wanted to.
He'd really rather they didn't; receiving an Echo, pleasant it had been, merely from interacting with them did not inspire blind trust.
"We can't just go in there. We'll have to make sure no one takes notice, for one - editing security footage can only do so much."
Make that security and satellite footage.
"But aside from that... other problems? Other suggestions?"
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Hmm - how far SHOULD they have to walk/climb to find one?
Well, how much do we want to bully them?
... I vote at least a kilometer. Kitty probably knows one in a shorter distance, though.
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If there was one thing Jimmy couldn't resist, it was his curiosity. When the mice catch his attention, he can't resist following them. He follows them, trying to keep track of where they were as he goes. If another of the Numbered happens to join him on the trip he greets them with a wave.
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The tunnels. Of course it was the tunnels.
Jimmy kneels down by the grate and debates where to go from here.
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"What is it, boy? Is Timmy stuck in the well?"
He vaguely remembers the Lassie tv show from when he was a kid, but that particular bit is a part of the cultural landscape by now. Still, seeing a bunch of mice act like dogs trying to get your attention is... surreal. It would be unbelievable if the mice hadn't been acting weird for months.
"All right, all right, I'm coming. Anybody else?" Looking around at anybody in his family or friend group nearby who'd like to investigate weird mice.
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"You idiots know humans can't fit in there, right?" Sam grouses at the mice disappearing into their grate. He could yank the thing open, easy, he's sure of it-- he'd just probably break a few fingers in the process, and even then, it's not a big hole he'd have to squeeze through.
"Shit," he mutters to himself, straightening up. Maybe he'd better find the main entrance and see if he can't smash the lock, or something.
Knew he should've brought his car.
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with Starbuckswith a spoon for the ice cream that she's going to receive as payment in her pocket, and announces proudly: "I can lead you inside!"And then she studies closely whoever is going to follow her lead. Size does come into the equation here - not everyone's going to be able to fit through a hole that she fits through, after all. For one, people are bigger. For two, they also tend to be less... slippery than her. She might be nowhere near an octopus or even a cat in liquid-ness, but she can get through holes that people wouldn't expect her to get through nonetheless.
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Russell Scordato - OTA
You know what ruins a yoga routine? Feeling a mysterious moving pressure on your limbs, like a bug or something.
But that's a pretty ordinary event. You know what really, truly ruins a yoga routine? A dozen mysterious pressures, far too large to be ordinary bugs, who turn out to be mice.
Reasonably enough, Russell shrieks and jumps up to get away from them, reflexively using the blue magic on himself to leap halfway across the room. "Where did these come from..?!"
II - Looking for Wonderland
Once it becomes clear that following the mice will convince them to stop climbing him, Russell heaves the largest and most put-upon sighs but does so.
It's uncanny, the way they travel through the streets and grass, moving like they're following a compass with only minor corrections around obstacles. They may be no rabbits, but with all the echoes they've spread around people, it's easy to assume they'll lead somewhere fantastic.
"If you lot lead me to a caterpillar, that's it, I'm going back home," he tells them, pretending to be checking his phone in case any passersby look askance at him for talking to himself.
IIIa - Breaking and entering
When it turns out the mice are leading him to the locked off tunnels and disappearing, it seems like that could be the end of it. It would be so easy to just let them leave, and go back to his own life. But if he were willing to leave all this alone, he wouldn't still be living in Mossgate, lease or no lease.
Of course, it isn't that simple. After the sinkholes in the cemetery and all, the various concerns about the tunnels' stability, the tours are ended and these grates were installed. He knows someone who knows someone, and it's easy enough to borrow a cutting wheel... But actually doing it? Russell isn't completely clueless. He knows there's likely surveillance in the area, and the sound of the power tool would likely draw attention.
But he feels oddly proprietary of the tunnels, like he deserves to go back in. Maybe it's just because, for him, the tunnels are where everything started to change. The place he got the first strange memories.
At the very least, he can cover up in such a way that he's not too easily identifiable. The biggest challenges are getting in without getting caught, with the noise bringing questions down on him... And exploring without getting caved in.
IIIb - Underground again
Someway or another, they've bypassed the grates and gotten into one of the tunnels. Phones onhand, though the signal will likely die as they go in. Flashlights at the ready, and in duplicate: one handheld, one hat. Just in case.
"Do you see any of the mice yet...?" Russell wonders, twisting head and handheld flashlight around to really illuminate the place.
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...and down and down we go
Surprisingly, there's a soft breeze blowing down here. It's stale and moist, and seems to change direction every once in a while... or maybe that's just the Numbered moving between tunnels?
> Continue downwards.
> Try to talk to one of the dormice.
> Other.
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Sadie sighs as she regards the gate, "I don't suppose you mice know a different entrance to the tunnels?"
Not that she expects an answer from the mice, although it sure would have been nice to receive another Echo to let her talk to them right about now. Turning to the other Numbered who have also been on a merry mouse chase today, Sadie gestures to the gate.
"I can think of two ways to get it open but neither of them are very subtle."
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[Network - writing]
Network works in the tunnels
If something happens, should be able to ask for help
Not sure what the mice want
Any ideas?
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gonna bypass the question for now, to leave room for backtagged Nel or Benjiro or other chats
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Midday leaves the dormice to find one particular Numbered tagging along on a shopping trip in town with siblings taking advantage of the post-holiday sales. It’s usually the best time to stock up on wrapping paper or other goods for next year after all, and with such a large family, any savings adds up. Nel has barely gotten back enough energy to be on this trip after another plunge into a comatose state two weeks ago, but she had insisted on getting out of the house. She could only take so much resting.
Standing in an aisle looking at the leftover ornaments, she gets quite the surprise when a dormouse climbs over her boot onto her leg. Identifying the source of the pricks at her skin through her leggings immediately soothes her alarm, and she bends down to whisper after it returns to the floor, “You probably shouldn’t be in here...” Then she realizes it was not only one that had found her. Staring, she watches them run to and from her only a couple times before she realizes they want her to come. Nel stands and finds her siblings, telling them she is heading home early and reassuring them she can make the trip. Multiple times.
Leaving the store, Nel spots the dormice waiting. “You realize I can only get away with this once. If they get home before I do they’ll never let me go anywhere alone. ...I hope this is important.” The girl starts to follow the dormice as she sends a text to her mother at home to let her know she is changing location with a promise to update her soon, and that it must be something to do with the Numbers. Once she knows where she needs to go, she’ll text again.
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Shivering upon arrival from the chilly trip to the tunnels, Nel pauses to push her hands against her knees to catch her breath. She had hurried as well as she could, but even bundled as well as she had dressed for the shopping trip, the cold has seeped through the layers and left her more drained.
Staring after where they disappeared into the grate, she waits until she has recovered to approach the grate. “Hallo...? Come on, I can’t go that way...” Another pause, then she sighs. “...Guess I’ll find another way in then.”
Swinging her bag around, she digs inside the pockets. If she is going into the tunnels, she’ll need something to light her way. She has her cellphone, but she does not want to risk dropping it or draining the battery. If memory serves however, she has an unbroken glowstick in the bottom of her rucksack that might help.
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i checked their heights for this and had to laugh
She is pint-sized, and not much taller than when this game started
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Network - Written
But Grandpa didn't want us to talk to it, so I guess we're coming back up now.
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Written in in old man style cursive
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Network - written
Ben says the giant mouse is located directly under the mouth of the Moss River.
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[She doesn't see a reason for them to clear out of the cave system - that would be safer, of course, but she does hope that he's right and it won't actually wake. ...though. Kids.]
Nel, Thom, please get back above ground while this is happening.
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