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mayfield_rpg2012-09-06 12:44 pm
mayfield_mods) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-09-06 12:44 pm
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event: portal six | the wasteland
If you had thought that a charred nuclear hellscape couldn't possibly get any worse, turns out you thought wrong.
The sixth portal is located just a few yards across from the entrance to the Mayfield Dairy. The door to the Dairy is, as always, locked, but those of you who stare long enough at the drawn curtains might notice them fluttering slightly every once in a while- as if there's movement behind them. As if someone is watching.
Even just by glancing at the portal from the Mayfield side, you can tell it makes the desert portal look like a tropical vacation by comparison. The portal opens up to the interior of a ruined schoolhouse, its walls and floor caked with dust and ash. The hallways are bare and desolate, save for the occasional scorch mark. Inside the classrooms you can see small skeletons beneath the desks, curled up as if for warmth.
The world outside the schoolhouse is no better. Not only are the old hazards still here- pockets of intense radiation, air clouded by ash and smoke -but things have apparently deteriorated since your last visit. There are glitch pockets, as expected, but they're not sitting in place anymore: they're moving, slowly at times, quickly at others. And they're not moving at random, either: they'll come straight for you, as if they're hunting...
But glitch pockets aren't the only ones out for your blood. The roaming gangs of cannibal survivors are still here, but they appear to have been as changed as the landscape. Many of them bear the same deformities as the drones of the carnival- multiple or lacking limbs, two bodies fused together, mutated growths spreading up and down their limbs. Many of them are wearing scorched hazmat suits, patched together haphazardly. All of them are armed. None of them are friendly.
The sun hangs high in the sky, but you can barely see it through the thick brown clouds. This is a dead world, and unless you find that memento fast, you're about to become a permanent resident.
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You're thinking about teleporting somewhere, aren't you? Don't! Not in here! That's dangerous!
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She's also looking downwards, and over at one of the nearby collapsed buildings. Was that the drug store with the malt shop...? She shuffles a bit in that direction and toes at some of the wreckage, trying to find proof. Maybe some straws or a piece of a menu.]
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[Lies. He pauses and looks over to her and walks a bit closer.]
I hate to say it, but I don't think that we're going to find anything here.
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Then we keep going until we do find something. I just wish I knew more about her. We'd have a clearer picture about where to search.
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[He then started off a bit.]
Though really... this place is rather boring.
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[She stepped a short distance away as well, scanning the distance.]
I'd prefer boring over roving hordes of mutant cannibals.
[That wasn't a joke. It wasn't meant to be funny. She said it with absolute seriousness.]
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[Still nothing to avoid but void pockets, so far. Seeing what almost seems to be a pack of them, she moves in closer to Dynamo, prods him on the arm to quietly get his attention, and then changes direction.
When she speaks again, it's in a quiet voice.]
...At least we're armed this time.
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[He did eventually move elsewhere. Where was the dairy?... or the library?]
Yeah. Armed and not needing to fight.