event: portal seven | the void

[mayfield_mods]

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.]

Comments

[badladyscramble]

[Remilia hisses, batting away the hands with one arm and hold Flandre's hand with the other]

At least these don't seem to be made of that... void.

[then_there_were_none]

Meiling!

[--oh, Meiling was okay. That was good. Flandre flutters her wings a bit to lift her off the ground anyway, even though there were no hazards beneath her feet at the moment.]

They're trying to make words, Remi.

[That was less good. Mostly because it made her head hurt to listen, and she couldn't not listen.]

[not_so_great_wall]

[ Meiling has been trying to ignore the voices, but it's not easy. It makes it difficult to focus her attention, but she has enough wit to smack away a few roaming hands as they're all standing more toward the edge of the group as it is. ]

Should I shoot them? [ Because clearly danmaku is the answer to all of their problems. ]

[wizardoftheweek]

Dodge them, for now. We don't know how they'll react to that sort of force.

[badladyscramble]

Let's not do anything that might damage the bubble.

[She squeezed Flandre's hand]

Don't listen to them.

[then_there_were_none]

[Flandre squeezed her sister's hand back, tighter than before.]

They're getting louder.

[Seemed to, anyway. It made her want to run off and hide somewhere, but there is nowhere to go. So she stays, and fidgets, and swats at one of the hands reaching for her in agitation.]

[not_so_great_wall]

...mmm, that's a good point. [ "Don't rock the boat" so to say. Meiling continues to swat away those that get too hands-y as the group picks up the pace and heads forward. ]

It'll be okay, Flandre. How about... you sing a song? I'd rather hear that than anything else. [ It's getting harder to keep up that brave smile, with the way the words weigh down on her and the situation seems to grow ever dire by the minute. ]