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revivalproject2021-09-05 03:24 pm
in_extremis) wrote in revivalproject2021-09-05 03:24 pm
Quake (volume i)
WHO: Come one, come all!
WHERE: Temba, southeast corner, very close to the mine entrance...
WHAT: Well, that's the question you're here to answer. Something very strange has happened to the...earth?
WHEN: Beginning of September
WARNINGS: None? I don't think. This might make you anxious if you're really sensitive to natural disasters.
NOTES: This is intended to be a mingle, though if you want to seek Tony out, you know where to find him. There is a solvable mystery at hand, so if you want to roll an investigation check with me to see what your character might pick up on that I didn't think to include, you can send me a message.
The first tremor had been subtle enough that Tony thought it might have been the wind, glancing up from where he was curled over the workbench at the sigh of a shower of dust knocked loose from the stones above him. It drifted down through the workshop gently, otherwise undisturbed, no breeze cutting through the forge from the door to the window in the early morning stillness. The incongruity didn't capture his attention, and he bent back down as the sun crept up over the horizon and the incident was easily forgotten in the passing day.
It was dark again by the time the second tremor came. It still wasn't strong, this time making Tony pause his work with the distinct sense of thunder rumbling at a distance, the threat of a storm a few miles out. This time, he held his breath and listened, then stepped outside the door to try to spot the clouds, quench bucket weighing him down at one side so he could tell himself that was all he had come out here for, and he wasn't being paranoid. The sky was clear, an easy, evening breeze making the tall grass sway, and the stars winked back at him over the treeline and between the hulking shadows of the empty city. Tony dumped the bucket, splattering the road before the forge with ash-grey water and went slinking back inside with an irritable frown.
The third rattled a pair of tweezers off of his bench. The tools hanging above the surface shivered in place, and the armor swinging from the catwalk brushed against its disparate parts to ring softly like windchimes. It was early morning again, shockingly still and quiet as the nocturnal creatures that sang in the woods behind the forge retired, and before the songbirds woke, and after the rumble had swept through the forge and the tweezers came to rest, there was only Tony's voice: "What...?"
Some distance away, far enough where Tony's voice didn't reach and he couldn't hear it as the roots of a sturdy tree cracked and the whole trunk went crashing to the side, barely caught in the limbs of the serene plants around it, the forest floor began to sink. Slowly, inexorably, it drew in first the stones and the dead leaves littering the ground; flowers and small bushes, and a beetle's nest, all just going down into the earth, swallowed between soft grains, smoothly and silently. Branches above shattered and broke as the sturdy tree was drawn downwards, shaking pines and sticks free to swiftly disappear, until the trees couldn't hold up the trunk any further, and it slipped away like it hadn't been standing in that very spot for decades. The remaining woods stood around the site in a ragged circle, watchful and unmoving.
WHERE: Temba, southeast corner, very close to the mine entrance...
WHAT: Well, that's the question you're here to answer. Something very strange has happened to the...earth?
WHEN: Beginning of September
WARNINGS: None? I don't think. This might make you anxious if you're really sensitive to natural disasters.
NOTES: This is intended to be a mingle, though if you want to seek Tony out, you know where to find him. There is a solvable mystery at hand, so if you want to roll an investigation check with me to see what your character might pick up on that I didn't think to include, you can send me a message.
The first tremor had been subtle enough that Tony thought it might have been the wind, glancing up from where he was curled over the workbench at the sigh of a shower of dust knocked loose from the stones above him. It drifted down through the workshop gently, otherwise undisturbed, no breeze cutting through the forge from the door to the window in the early morning stillness. The incongruity didn't capture his attention, and he bent back down as the sun crept up over the horizon and the incident was easily forgotten in the passing day.
It was dark again by the time the second tremor came. It still wasn't strong, this time making Tony pause his work with the distinct sense of thunder rumbling at a distance, the threat of a storm a few miles out. This time, he held his breath and listened, then stepped outside the door to try to spot the clouds, quench bucket weighing him down at one side so he could tell himself that was all he had come out here for, and he wasn't being paranoid. The sky was clear, an easy, evening breeze making the tall grass sway, and the stars winked back at him over the treeline and between the hulking shadows of the empty city. Tony dumped the bucket, splattering the road before the forge with ash-grey water and went slinking back inside with an irritable frown.
The third rattled a pair of tweezers off of his bench. The tools hanging above the surface shivered in place, and the armor swinging from the catwalk brushed against its disparate parts to ring softly like windchimes. It was early morning again, shockingly still and quiet as the nocturnal creatures that sang in the woods behind the forge retired, and before the songbirds woke, and after the rumble had swept through the forge and the tweezers came to rest, there was only Tony's voice: "What...?"
Some distance away, far enough where Tony's voice didn't reach and he couldn't hear it as the roots of a sturdy tree cracked and the whole trunk went crashing to the side, barely caught in the limbs of the serene plants around it, the forest floor began to sink. Slowly, inexorably, it drew in first the stones and the dead leaves littering the ground; flowers and small bushes, and a beetle's nest, all just going down into the earth, swallowed between soft grains, smoothly and silently. Branches above shattered and broke as the sturdy tree was drawn downwards, shaking pines and sticks free to swiftly disappear, until the trees couldn't hold up the trunk any further, and it slipped away like it hadn't been standing in that very spot for decades. The remaining woods stood around the site in a ragged circle, watchful and unmoving.
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He just continues on his morning rounds of chores. Thus, as it happens, he's already walking east towards the glownie paddock when Dr. Riley's call for help comes through. Then he takes off at a full sprint, throwing himself open to whatever else his senses can glean from the Force.
There - yes. Some surprise, urgency, and a little fear. That must be the right direction.
Moments later, he's close enough to spot Echo, the growing sinkhole, and Dr. Riley and Aeon.
"I-I can lift him," Ezra calls, a second or so to take in the state of things. If Dr. Riley's pulley system can dislodge Echo first, so much the better. Better than burning energy by roughly yanking with a Force pull that might actually do harm if Echo is firmly stuck.