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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.

Now this, this was more exciting. It wasn't something White had had a hand in personally (he would certainly take the time to improve upon the landscape), but it felt similar enough in nature to cheer him. Particularly as a contrast to the cave, where things had tried — far too successfully — at being neat and orderly.

"Lightning strikes?" he said, more wondering aloud than actually asking. "Not meteorites."

"Lightning seems like the most obvious answer." Jonas said by way of agreement, speaking some of his musings allowed. "Though I'd hate to think of the temperature of the lightening strike that could fuse that much material in one solid piece like that."

Then he gave a soft sigh. "Oddly beautiful aren't they? If anything in this waste land could be called beautiful."

"Mmm," White said, not quite an agreement. "Natural. But not normal." He would take plastic over glass any day. Still, they were interesting. "I wonder how solid they are." He had some screws he'd taken from the repair bay before they were escorted out — they might not be enough to smash it, but between them and the knife there was at least a chance of chipping some off.

It wasn't as if he had anything else to do. Or, anything else to do that wasn't walking.

"I'm sure it couldn't hurt to take a sample and I will have access to labs when we get to the city." Supposedly anyway, if Jonas was allowed to continue John's research right away. Or at least, start some of his own under the guise of continuing. "It might give us some answers about what happened here." Because he'd believe scientific fact over history any day. He may have dabbled as an anthropologist but he was first and foremost a scientist.

"If there are answers." White was more inclined to believe that this place operated under its own rule set and anything they found would only show as much as they were meant to know. "You're a scientist?"

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