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revivalproject2021-11-13 01:06 pm
in_extremis) wrote in revivalproject2021-11-13 01:06 pm
Quake (volume iii)
WHO: Anyone downtown Temba! You don't have to have been part of the last two chapters to come see what's going on. If your character DID solve (or get close to) the Mystery of the...Weird Thing, you can send me or deal_me_in a message to work out any fun details.
WHERE: Near the fountain area of Temba
WHAT: Another strange earthquake strikes, and some mysteries are uncovered
WHEN: An early November evening
WARNINGS: I'll let you know if anything comes up.
The disturbances in the city since the overbearing eye winked shut had been mild. An occasional crumble of a building on the edge of collapse as a skittering animal went darting through it, a strong wind some afternoons that sent swirls of fallen leaves dancing through the empty streets, and maybe the sporadic shout and laugh as Temba's isolated residents were brought together. The rattle of the train rolling into the station now that it was active again was regularly the loudest sound during the day, a low rumble of its weight making the ground shudder until it sighed to its brief stop or disappeared once again into the tunnel. Nearby, the quicksand that had swallowed whole trees seemed to have been sated, its relentless hunger slowing and eventually stopping to form a strangely barren, but solid patch of the dark forest floor, where new growth was already starting to venture and the falling leaves started to gather.
When the next rumble struck, it rattled the heart of the city just as the sun was setting. The water of the fountain jumped with it, sending chaotic ripples that splashed puddles around the stonework. It didn't last long, just long enough to make the remaining windows in the town square shudder in their frames like a close peal of thunder, but it must have been strong. Strong enough to slough a rough chunk of wall off of the side of the livestock nursery. It was big, and seemed to only be getting bigger as it rolled to the side, dragging a pit of ground open in its wake that left the road cracked and a churn of soft, dark earth falling steadily inward to the uncovered hole. And it kept moving, lurching upward suddenly in a shower of debris, dirt and accumulated pebbles and the fall leaves scattering around it, and it blinked. First one eye open, then the other, before it started to move, lumbering slowly and softly with the rocking trundle of the weighty shell of stone it carried tipping side to side, making its way toward the water. It was hard to miss, the shell itself at least ten feet wide, though it blended easily in with the stonework as it crouched by the fountain and began to drink, looking like this mound of rocks had been there all along.
Across the square, Tony stood in a doorway of Lauri-Ell's gym, paint still slightly damp on his fingers and smeared on his jaw, drawn out by the sound but stricken with surprise as he saw what looked to him like the road moving. "Lauri, sweetheart...?" he tried calling very sweetly over his shoulder without taking his eyes off of the thing, hoping she was actually close after spending the last half hour glad he had managed to sneak in.
deal_me_in a message to work out any fun details. WHERE: Near the fountain area of Temba
WHAT: Another strange earthquake strikes, and some mysteries are uncovered
WHEN: An early November evening
WARNINGS: I'll let you know if anything comes up.
The disturbances in the city since the overbearing eye winked shut had been mild. An occasional crumble of a building on the edge of collapse as a skittering animal went darting through it, a strong wind some afternoons that sent swirls of fallen leaves dancing through the empty streets, and maybe the sporadic shout and laugh as Temba's isolated residents were brought together. The rattle of the train rolling into the station now that it was active again was regularly the loudest sound during the day, a low rumble of its weight making the ground shudder until it sighed to its brief stop or disappeared once again into the tunnel. Nearby, the quicksand that had swallowed whole trees seemed to have been sated, its relentless hunger slowing and eventually stopping to form a strangely barren, but solid patch of the dark forest floor, where new growth was already starting to venture and the falling leaves started to gather.
When the next rumble struck, it rattled the heart of the city just as the sun was setting. The water of the fountain jumped with it, sending chaotic ripples that splashed puddles around the stonework. It didn't last long, just long enough to make the remaining windows in the town square shudder in their frames like a close peal of thunder, but it must have been strong. Strong enough to slough a rough chunk of wall off of the side of the livestock nursery. It was big, and seemed to only be getting bigger as it rolled to the side, dragging a pit of ground open in its wake that left the road cracked and a churn of soft, dark earth falling steadily inward to the uncovered hole. And it kept moving, lurching upward suddenly in a shower of debris, dirt and accumulated pebbles and the fall leaves scattering around it, and it blinked. First one eye open, then the other, before it started to move, lumbering slowly and softly with the rocking trundle of the weighty shell of stone it carried tipping side to side, making its way toward the water. It was hard to miss, the shell itself at least ten feet wide, though it blended easily in with the stonework as it crouched by the fountain and began to drink, looking like this mound of rocks had been there all along.
Across the square, Tony stood in a doorway of Lauri-Ell's gym, paint still slightly damp on his fingers and smeared on his jaw, drawn out by the sound but stricken with surprise as he saw what looked to him like the road moving. "Lauri, sweetheart...?" he tried calling very sweetly over his shoulder without taking his eyes off of the thing, hoping she was actually close after spending the last half hour glad he had managed to sneak in.
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