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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.

| Day 1: Calm

| Day 2: Animals

| Day 3: Sandstorm

| Day 4: Mansion

| Day 5: Thomp

| Days 6&7: Long way

Comments

[brightblueeyeshadow]

"I think that would be most unlikely," Re-l said, shaking her head, "but we should be careful. It would be sensible to split up and approach the city from different angles, or at different times. There's no point in giving them any information they don't need." Something jostled her memory, and she snapped a finger. "Names. From now on, my name is Masa. I'll call you Sylvester."

They had crested the last hill, and a long but easy descent to the outer ring awaited them. They would be there by evening.

[trickntreats]

He'd have to teach her to have some imagination. Gabriel snorted. "They know we're coming. The Caretaker would've gotten it to them, or else they'd be unprepared to indoctrinate us."

Right. Of course. The archangel made a face at the sound of his name, shaking his head. "Couldn't have picked a better one," he muttered as they reached the top of the hill. Then he sighed, and grinned, and stretched. After desert, rocks, ravines, cats, robots and sandstorms, the sight of that city was almost beautiful. It was certainly striking; he wondered if that was a real diamond. Well, either way.

"Last one inside the gates gets their hair coloured," he said cheerfully, only half meaning it, and started down the hill toward the city.

[brightblueeyeshadow]

Re-l opened her mouth to say something, and then shut it. There was no point in telling him that she would not give them anything that they might use against her later, anything they could threaten her with. He would only take it the wrong way.

She let him walk until he was a good way ahead of her, and then at last began her own journey.

"My hair doesn't take colour," she said to no one in particular.

[trickntreats]

"Then I'll just have to put that to the test, won't I?" Gabriel was the only one to hear or answer, and he did so jauntily without turning around, without taking his eyes off the promise the city held.

[brightblueeyeshadow]

Re-l slowed her pace a little more, annoyed that he could still hear her. She couldn't resist one last comment, though.

"You're welcome to try. If you're not particularly attached to your limbs."

[trickntreats]

Gabriel's only response was laughter, drifting back to her on the breeze.