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mayfield_rpg2012-12-02 11:36 pm
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THE END
You've walked for what feels like ages down the highway as a group- all those who chose uncertain freedom over certain death. Within an hour, Mayfield became a distant speck on the horizon before ultimately fading into the hills and trees. The only sign of the place you've escaped is the sky, which remains an eerie brown even after night falls and you've put Mayfield hours behind you.
Try as you might, it's impossible not to imagine that you've been led into a trap. What if this is all part of some new sick game of Johnson's- or even Zemekis'? It certainly wouldn't be the first time. What if the events of the past few months- saving Annie, Gray's "ghost", Zemekis' apparent death -what if it's all been nothing but the latest in a long tradition of Mayfield's-
These thoughts fade when you see the first sunbeam.
This road isn't like the ones before: the roads that looped endlessly into themselves, inevitably leading back to where they began. This road has an end.
Keep walking forward and you'll find yourself in a new town, both similar to Mayfield and utterly unlike it. The buildings here are crude and unfinished- the streets little better than paved paths of dirt. There are no drones here, no hazmats, no one in sight other than you and your companions. But all of these things are nothing more than trivial details, when compared to what you feel the moment you enter its boundaries.
There's power here- you can feel it in your fingertips. Each and every one of you can, from the most godlike seraph to the most ordinary human: power, faint but unmistakable. The power to build a world, and to destroy it. The same power that's been lorded over you for four years... but now, it's yours to command.
You can create a new life here. It isn't the home you remember- the home you remember, after all, was never yours to begin with. For some of you, that's a blessing. For others, it's a hard truth you'll have to live with. But even though you can't go home, with the power you've been given, it might just be possible to bring home to you. Bits and pieces of it- locations you remember, small creatures from your world- no people, though. That's one power Annie decided not to give you.
The place you've found isn't perfect- there will be work, hard work, and pain. The place you've found is your own: there are no overseers here, no Zemekis, no Johnson. The place you've found may not be paradise- but it's the nearest thing you're going to get.
You've found, at last, a better place to live.
Try as you might, it's impossible not to imagine that you've been led into a trap. What if this is all part of some new sick game of Johnson's- or even Zemekis'? It certainly wouldn't be the first time. What if the events of the past few months- saving Annie, Gray's "ghost", Zemekis' apparent death -what if it's all been nothing but the latest in a long tradition of Mayfield's-
These thoughts fade when you see the first sunbeam.
This road isn't like the ones before: the roads that looped endlessly into themselves, inevitably leading back to where they began. This road has an end.
Keep walking forward and you'll find yourself in a new town, both similar to Mayfield and utterly unlike it. The buildings here are crude and unfinished- the streets little better than paved paths of dirt. There are no drones here, no hazmats, no one in sight other than you and your companions. But all of these things are nothing more than trivial details, when compared to what you feel the moment you enter its boundaries.
There's power here- you can feel it in your fingertips. Each and every one of you can, from the most godlike seraph to the most ordinary human: power, faint but unmistakable. The power to build a world, and to destroy it. The same power that's been lorded over you for four years... but now, it's yours to command.
You can create a new life here. It isn't the home you remember- the home you remember, after all, was never yours to begin with. For some of you, that's a blessing. For others, it's a hard truth you'll have to live with. But even though you can't go home, with the power you've been given, it might just be possible to bring home to you. Bits and pieces of it- locations you remember, small creatures from your world- no people, though. That's one power Annie decided not to give you.
The place you've found isn't perfect- there will be work, hard work, and pain. The place you've found is your own: there are no overseers here, no Zemekis, no Johnson. The place you've found may not be paradise- but it's the nearest thing you're going to get.
You've found, at last, a better place to live.
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[She takes a drag of her cigarette, enjoying the look that's crossing her face. It's been so long since someone gave that look to her.]
Did I forget to mention that?
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Anyway, lets keep it simple and agree to use our human physical bodies when we're with each other. You know, like now... and tonight, and tomorrow morning, after a brief shower break...
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You planning on living with me Stark? The last bloke that did that fell desperately in love with me.
[It wasn't untrue, but that didn't mean Jenny wasn't rightly full of herself.]
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...But I currently don't have a bed OR a house, so if you've got one that's like a 200% upgrade.
As for the love part? "Desperately" is not in my vocabulary. And I've known you, what, 4 hours? Little early to call the T.o.D, doc.
...But "never" isn't in my vocabulary either.
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[She tosses the words out like it's something that happens to every girl. Truth be told Jenny tended to be a loner as well. Aside from her people she didn't like dealing with idiots. Stark was smart though and could be useful. Two things that she wouldn't mind having hanging around. She still had yet to get used to being in this era without John being around, and besides, Stark was a little too seedy to be her type.]
I'm guessing you weren't paying attention when Annie gave us the rundown of this place, were you?
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You're not the brain trust of your group, are you. This place, all of it is ours. There's no going home, but you pick a place and call it home.
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Oh, that. Yeah yeah I heard all that. I still technically have no home yet, as I haven't picked one. So hard to decide! Boy, they're all just so... dilapidated.
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Which is why you alter the house to fix it to your needs.
[She looks over one, frowning.]
It's no carrier flying through the bleed, but we can't have everything.
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Well. Guess I should go then, as it looks like I'm not being rewarded after all. Plus this suit is almost as heavy as it looks.
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Do something more noteworthy then living through the apocalypse and maybe you'll get some skin.
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You -- ahem -- you set the bar nice and high. I'll... yeah, yep, I'll do that. Sure will.
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I'll be waiting then.