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Entry tags:
- !pilgrimage,
- aziraphale (john gates),
- balthazar (alexander wilton),
- cabanela (dillon hays),
- chivy darrell (trevor kirby),
- elena gilbert (chloe taylor),
- gabriel (sylvester wilton),
- izaya orihara (toshiyuki kaneko),
- jonas quinn (john hamilton),
- liam mcnally (owen bates),
- maladicta von borogravia (milena tichý),
- malcolm reed (gavin stark),
- pollution (neil mathis),
- re-l mayer (masako hart),
- the doctor (william harris olsen),
- william flemming (allen grant),
- { caprica-six (marisa alexander),
- { famine (david mathis),
- { hope estheim (garrett ross),
- { uther doul (huw downing)
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WHO: EVERYONE. All PCs thus far will be in this log, through active tagging or implication.
WHAT: THRILLS. SPILLS. Hiking trip toward the Diamond City.
WHERE: The Overworld.
WHEN: Forward-dated to May 1st (Tuesday) through May 7th (Monday).
WARNINGS: May contain violence or other mentions of physical harm. This is not summer camp.
NOTES: More information can be found on the OOC post here. Please read it!
Gathered in the morning haze, Sleepers were brought to the mouth of the Cave with plenty of supplies and equipment. Compasses that would point them toward the City. Backpacks full of clothes and food, medical kits, tents and even weapons. Stun rifles and knives — to fight off any unwanted company, they said. ("Watch out for their bite," Ryan had commented. "Those fuckers are downright feral.") The straight and narrow path would get them there in six days if they kept a good clip. They were sent off just like that. Refusals to leave were met with a wall of guard force officers blocking the entrance back into the cave city. No way to go but forward, unless someone was particularly stalwart about remaining.
From the exterminator's station near the mouth, leaving the Cave was as simple as a short hike upward into the fresh air of the Overworld. Dust and an uncomfortable sort of heat pervaded the atmosphere, light winds stirring up the sand and teasing the meager bits of vegetation that had grown. No matter what direction you looked... it was all wasteland, cracked ground and desolate emptiness. Jutting up from scarred ground were boulders and small spires made entirely of glass and patches of stone; instead of reflecting the harsh sunlight, they seemed to absorb it and only add to the muted loneliness of the atmosphere. As far as the eye could see, there was no life to be found.
With no other option, the Sleepers eventually made their way onward.
WHAT: THRILLS. SPILLS. Hiking trip toward the Diamond City.
WHERE: The Overworld.
WHEN: Forward-dated to May 1st (Tuesday) through May 7th (Monday).
WARNINGS: May contain violence or other mentions of physical harm. This is not summer camp.
NOTES: More information can be found on the OOC post here. Please read it!
Gathered in the morning haze, Sleepers were brought to the mouth of the Cave with plenty of supplies and equipment. Compasses that would point them toward the City. Backpacks full of clothes and food, medical kits, tents and even weapons. Stun rifles and knives — to fight off any unwanted company, they said. ("Watch out for their bite," Ryan had commented. "Those fuckers are downright feral.") The straight and narrow path would get them there in six days if they kept a good clip. They were sent off just like that. Refusals to leave were met with a wall of guard force officers blocking the entrance back into the cave city. No way to go but forward, unless someone was particularly stalwart about remaining.
From the exterminator's station near the mouth, leaving the Cave was as simple as a short hike upward into the fresh air of the Overworld. Dust and an uncomfortable sort of heat pervaded the atmosphere, light winds stirring up the sand and teasing the meager bits of vegetation that had grown. No matter what direction you looked... it was all wasteland, cracked ground and desolate emptiness. Jutting up from scarred ground were boulders and small spires made entirely of glass and patches of stone; instead of reflecting the harsh sunlight, they seemed to absorb it and only add to the muted loneliness of the atmosphere. As far as the eye could see, there was no life to be found.
With no other option, the Sleepers eventually made their way onward.
| Day 1: Calm | | Day 2: Animals | | Day 3: Sandstorm | | Day 4: Mansion | | Day 5: Thomp | | Days 6&7: Long way |
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But amongst all the ruin and the nothing and the broken scenery all around them, he did spot that intact thing in the distance. It was too much of an anomaly to ignore. He wondered how it managed to survive whatever had happened here however long ago, but he didn't feel the need to ask. Besides, it's not like any of his pilgrimage companions would know.
He nodded in its direction, then pointed, and turned to see if anyone else was looking. "There may be something worth seeing over here," he offered, voice slightly raised just to get anyone's attention.
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With that, he started toward the mansion, looking over his shoulder to see who would follow.
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so your tag definitely made me lol ♥
“So, what do you think may have survived?” he asked, genuinely curious. Maybe this man really had some specific idea.
I do try, I do.
"With our luck, a cart covered in mass of grindylow limb-farmers," he says not bothering to hide the distaste in his voice. Doul can tolerate the grindylow, but he will never understand their appreciation for fleshcrafting.
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If there was a meaning to their presence in this world, too, he couldn't figure out how Famine would fit into it. He wasn't a - a person, per se, he was a construct, and therefore wouldn't be given an afterlife, because - what life?
In any case, he'd stayed just far enough away from the man to hopefully avoid suspicion, while staying close enough that he could intervene in some way should a spontaneous Apocalypse sprout up at Famine's feet, or people started losing an unusual amount of weight. What he would do about it if something did occur, of course, he hadn't the faintest idea.
Glancing in the direction Famine was pointing, Aziraphale frowned. Would he go that way? Would he even be interested enough to investigated? Aziraphale wasn't sure. It was so hard to read him, although he got the feeling that was not a new phenomenon.
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But, that didn’t mean he couldn’t speak to him at all, since he was pretty sure that doing so would make the man jump. And that was entertaining, to say the least. “What do you say? Should we go look?” He paused, considering. “It could at least be a place to rest. It isn’t too far out of the way.”
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Oh, dilemmas. He should go. He really should. But he was tired, and this seemed like some sort of adventure, or something, and why should they detour when the compass was pointing the other way?
Then again: rest. Then again: rest in the company of him. Blast.
Aziraphale hemmed for a moment, and then gave in to curiosity. "We might as well," he said, skin itching slightly at the fact that he was including himself in a 'we' with Famine, and began walking at a weary pace toward the mansion.
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He did end up having to speed up a bit to catch up with the other man, who was walking at a more normal pace. This was a golden opportunity to find out more information about Famine, or whatever he was currently calling himself.
Now if only he could figure out how to approach the issue subtly. Asking "What happened to you after the Apocalypse?" seemed a little bit incautious.