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mayfield_rpg2012-09-07 01:27 pm
mayfield_mods) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-09-07 01:27 pm
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event: portal seven | the void
The final portal doesn't seem to be a portal at all. It's a glitch hole.
Located on the lawn of the library is a hole much like the ones that have plagued every new location for the past week. As with them, it hurts your eyes to look at too long, but even if you should muscle past the pain and stare straight into it, you can make out nothing on the other side. Nothing, save for a shifting, twitching, swirling void.
Unlike the portals, which were vertically placed like doorways, the hole at the Library is strewn across the lawn: if you want to enter it, you're going to have to jump. Of course, there's no guarantee it will even lead anywhere. Touching the hole or sticking your arm in doesn't have any effect: you'll pull your arm out unharmed. As far as jumping in completely goes, those who jump in disappear from sight. As long as you're on the Mayfield side, there's no way to tell what lies beyond the hole.
There's only one way to find out.
[ooc: Feel free to roleplay up to the point your characters jump in, assuming they do. A single group subthread will be created in a few hours revealing what happens on the other side.]
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He's got a whole wallet full of supplies, but most of them unfortunately won't fit inside the bubble with all the other people that came along. A small frown spreads across his face as he thinks the effort of preparing may have gone to waste, but it doesn't last for long.]
...Well, here we are. No going back now.
((OOC: Mom's player is unfortunately not going to be home from work for another four and a half hours, but since we planned to have Dad and Mom doing Day 7 together anyway, she may tag back later for anyone who responds to this, just as an FYI.))
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[She takes a thoughtful sip of her beverage. As long as the booze and the guns fit, she doesn't much care what else does. But she'd half expected to be in some kind of pitched battle for her life for the next 24 hours.]
Well, at least they've set a nice, leisurely pace for us.
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[He sighs, balancing the cake in one hand and taking out his wallet, handing it to her.]
Here. I picked you up some guns and ammunition. Take whatever suits your fancy.
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[She selects a rifle and a handgun to arm herself with.]
So, bets on whether these already close quarters are about to get even closer?
[She's already envisioning this bubble shrinking until poeple start falling out and dying. It just seems like the sort of thing that happens in Mayfield.]
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[He's only half-joking.]
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[She places a hand on his arm, and begins heading for the center at a relaxed pace, rather like this is just a stroll in the park with her husband.]
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You're right, though - this setup is a little disappointing.
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[She doesn't quite believe that though. She takes another sip of her ever present drink and smirks.]
At any rate, if we don't get some kind of entertainment soon, I might just ask for my money back.
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We can only hope that this road has something worthwhile at the end of it. Honestly I can think of so many other things we could have done with the day...
[tsk, tsk, tsk, Mayfield.]
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Although I'd likely play his little game either way. If this does turn out to be a trick, I'm confident that we can handle anything he can throw at us.
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