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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.

Once at then mansion, Jonas had immediately dropped his back and weapon to do what he did best: explore. Sure he'd studied archeology in Kelowna but that had been nothing compared to reading Dr. Jackson's actual field notes and getting to study places first hand as a part of SG-1. And if they were going to find out anymore about the place they'd found themselves in, this mansion might hold a fount of knowledge, at least as far as he was concerned.

After making sure someone knew where he was going, Jonas set off to look through the remaining intact rooms of the mansion. He made sure to look around after everything and mentally cataloging everything he saw, thanking whoever it was that sent them here that his photographic memory was still mostly intact.

Whoever constructed the mansion itself deserved a medal were they still alive to receive it. The ground groaned under Jonas' footsteps but allowed him passage. The entrance hall was quite opulent, with two large staircases leading up to the second floor, bannisters decorated with shreds of decorative cloth. A single touch would dissolve the cloth easily, to say nothing of the wind blowing in from the ruptured entrance already patiently wearing it down. Debris littered the floor and dust covered almost every surface. Only some mostly-faded paw prints on the tile indicated that anything had been inside within a measurable amount of time.

The rightmost staircase suffered from extensive damage, several of the steps caved in and impassable unless one wished to try jumping across the gap and risk the rest of the stairs falling with them. The other staircase had faired much better and appeared safe to traverse up to the second floor.

To his left, Jonas would catch sight of a long, collapsed table surrounded by chairs of varying states. To his right, what appeared to be dark colors on the walls that had since faded and lounge furniture.

At first, Jonas just stood in the enteranceway, taking in all the details and cataloging them. It had a very modern feel to it, by Earth standards, definitely not something he'd expect to see on a Goa'ould world, who normally liked to keep their populations stuck in a past era, or even his own Kelowna.

Once he'd established a game plan of sorts, he moved into the room and to the left, searching through the debris of the table and chairs for any items that might have belonged to the owner of the house or just provide any clues. Then, he carefully examined the furniture to the right. If he had to make an educated guess, he would have said there were dining and living areas, but he wasn't positive, only a search of the rest of the house would say for certain.

The room on the left was indeed some sort of dining room, judging by the decor: a dresser along the side for the nice silverware and tablecloths, and vases hosting completely wilted plants. Two picture frames lay on either side of the room, with one still hanging on by a thread through sheer tenacity.

In the far back of the dining room was a large doorway. Once upon a time it might have housed double swinging doors, but they had long since fallen off their hinges and lay discarded and decaying on the floor. The large rug and tile underneath gave way to what used to be nicely patterned linoleum before it had turned into a scuffed, chipped and filthy mess of a walkway. The kitchen lay inside, marble countertops and stainless steel appliances worn down by the harsh air and dust blown in through the shattered windows. To the right of this entrance was a pantry door that seemed to have wedged itself in its doorway and miraculously stayed upright.

Edited 2012-05-05 04:00 (UTC)

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