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revivalproject2021-09-27 11:22 am
deal_me_in) wrote in revivalproject2021-09-27 11:22 am
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♤ Quake (volume ii)
WHO: Open~~
WHERE: Southeast Sector of Temba, close to the fringes of Orange-12
WHAT: Mild property damage???
WHEN: End of September
WARNINGS: N/A
NOTES: The mystery continues! Checking things out? Ping away! Or if anyone wants to have belatedly looked into the previous site, ping Tony!
Weeks have passed since the mysterious tremors out by the mines, and given its localized occurrence much of the city's happenstantial residences were mostly unaware of anything unusual happening at all, unless they'd tuned in when Echo had made his timely sitrep.
The coolness of the early morning tended to hang about longer and longer as the days wore on, proof of some seasonal shift if the turning leaves weren't already a visual hint in itself. One such morning was accompanied by a vague rumble, easily dismissable by anyone out walking about the fringes of the area, perhaps causing some brief panic in the spider-housing factory, but nothing more followed.
It wasn't until well after noon that another tremor buzzed through the area like a horse shuddering under the threat of a pesky insect. It was most likely felt by anyone dwelling in the copse of buildings that made up the Tower if not the bar, and while it wasn't nearly strong enough to knock anything over, it lingered for perhaps a second longer than one might be comfortable with before it quieted.
"That wasn't me!!" came the Hunter Vanguard's reflex-defensive, whether there were people at the Deep End or not. And as suspicious as it sounded, if there were witnesses about they could confirm that all the Exo had been doing at the time was toss a knife at the dart board hanging on the wall.
That seemed to be about the end of things until perhaps half an hour later, a different sort of rumble sounded, the sound of compromised structures as a portion of the wall from one of the uninhabited residential buildings across the road began to sink and break away, and the larger chunks that fell to the ground appeared to be sink impossibly deep into it. Depending on when one might come across the sight they might just find strange portions of a wall jutting out from the ground itself and be none the wiser.
WHERE: Southeast Sector of Temba, close to the fringes of Orange-12
WHAT: Mild property damage???
WHEN: End of September
WARNINGS: N/A
NOTES: The mystery continues! Checking things out? Ping away! Or if anyone wants to have belatedly looked into the previous site, ping Tony!
Weeks have passed since the mysterious tremors out by the mines, and given its localized occurrence much of the city's happenstantial residences were mostly unaware of anything unusual happening at all, unless they'd tuned in when Echo had made his timely sitrep.
The coolness of the early morning tended to hang about longer and longer as the days wore on, proof of some seasonal shift if the turning leaves weren't already a visual hint in itself. One such morning was accompanied by a vague rumble, easily dismissable by anyone out walking about the fringes of the area, perhaps causing some brief panic in the spider-housing factory, but nothing more followed.
It wasn't until well after noon that another tremor buzzed through the area like a horse shuddering under the threat of a pesky insect. It was most likely felt by anyone dwelling in the copse of buildings that made up the Tower if not the bar, and while it wasn't nearly strong enough to knock anything over, it lingered for perhaps a second longer than one might be comfortable with before it quieted.
"That wasn't me!!" came the Hunter Vanguard's reflex-defensive, whether there were people at the Deep End or not. And as suspicious as it sounded, if there were witnesses about they could confirm that all the Exo had been doing at the time was toss a knife at the dart board hanging on the wall.
That seemed to be about the end of things until perhaps half an hour later, a different sort of rumble sounded, the sound of compromised structures as a portion of the wall from one of the uninhabited residential buildings across the road began to sink and break away, and the larger chunks that fell to the ground appeared to be sink impossibly deep into it. Depending on when one might come across the sight they might just find strange portions of a wall jutting out from the ground itself and be none the wiser.
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He got to his feet, glancing at Kaz before he tossed the rock out between them and the sunken wall. Rather than bounce, it plopped sort of wetly, causing a vague ripple along the ground. Slowly it began to depress into the dirt itself, a gradual sinking.
"You seeing this?"
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"Loose wet sand that yields easily to pressure and sucks in anything resting on or falling into it is the definition of quicksand. But instead of completely submerging, it's as though the quicksand is hardening at the surface again."
Which flew in the face of reason.
"I have even less of an idea what this is than I originally had."
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"Sinkhole wasn't a bad theory. But I guess we gotta consider that things around here may not work the way we think they should. You said it hardens again? So it's not permanently quicksand?"
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"Well, I said that what I thought was a sinkhole near Stark's Forge pulled in everything from pebbles to tall trees. But after a few days when in Sh'Ka, and then only hearing about it after I came back to Temba, I went to the site where the sinkhole would have been. I did the exact thing you did and tried tossing a stone into it. But the stone just sat on the surface, as though the ground had hardened again."
Kaz was still frowning at the wall as though it had purposely offended him. But since he hated a puzzle he couldn't solve then it sort of had.
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"Yeah, you got me. Not sure how something goes from hard to soft and hard again. Some kind of erosion? Except that's kind of weird when there's nothing to erode into..." Didn't much explain the shaking either. He tapped his fingers against his chin.
"Probably be a good idea to mark off the area until it uh, stops being quicksand, in any case."