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theshimmer2020-08-08 11:35 pm
shimmermods) wrote in theshimmer2020-08-08 11:35 pm
WEEK FOUR
FOURTH WEEK
The Shimmer may have left you physically, but it's always with you; it's something it had insisted on yesterday, and it's something that continues to be pervasive even now, both in thoughts and within you in other, perhaps more noticeable ways. The statements that have been made weigh heavily; your surroundings continue to be influenced by something or other - plants you recognize are still present here, even as the trees themselves continue to crystallize, growing glassy white and transparent around mechanical insides - and the changes to your physical bodies are becoming more evident and difficult to ignore.
Perhaps more disturbingly, when you went to sleep in the clearing there were sixteen of you.
When you wake up, there are fifteen.
No matter how many headcounts you take, you keep coming up one short; the fact of the matter is that Rean Schwarzer is no longer among you. There's no visible evidence of where he's gone, and all of his belongings are still here; perhaps in some part of your mind, the possibility registers itself - maybe he's not with you because he went to the Shimmer. Not in the same way the cultists went, and not in the same way the ring of bodies seems to have gone, but maybe...
The thought is difficult to shake; the fact of the matter is that he isn't here, and you probably don't want to stay here. After all, your options are currently either to do what you set out to do, to return to the base and very possibly be killed for your efforts, or to remain here with the corpses.
The hike uphill is steep; perhaps it's fortunate that you're no longer tiring out like you used to. It's easier to keep going nowadays, even if it feels somewhat mechanical in doing so; your limbs know what they're doing, even if there's some reason for your mind to disagree. You seem to be making good time in moving toward the site of the initial impact of the meteorite; perhaps it won't be much longer before you find your objective.
That is, if all goes according to plan.
SUNDAY | MONDAY |
TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY | FRIDAY
Perhaps more disturbingly, when you went to sleep in the clearing there were sixteen of you.
When you wake up, there are fifteen.
No matter how many headcounts you take, you keep coming up one short; the fact of the matter is that Rean Schwarzer is no longer among you. There's no visible evidence of where he's gone, and all of his belongings are still here; perhaps in some part of your mind, the possibility registers itself - maybe he's not with you because he went to the Shimmer. Not in the same way the cultists went, and not in the same way the ring of bodies seems to have gone, but maybe...
The thought is difficult to shake; the fact of the matter is that he isn't here, and you probably don't want to stay here. After all, your options are currently either to do what you set out to do, to return to the base and very possibly be killed for your efforts, or to remain here with the corpses.
The hike uphill is steep; perhaps it's fortunate that you're no longer tiring out like you used to. It's easier to keep going nowadays, even if it feels somewhat mechanical in doing so; your limbs know what they're doing, even if there's some reason for your mind to disagree. You seem to be making good time in moving toward the site of the initial impact of the meteorite; perhaps it won't be much longer before you find your objective.
That is, if all goes according to plan.
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The top drawer is still intact and still closed, but the more important thing here are the carvings in the desk itself. It might take a moment to figure out exactly what they are, but if you walk around to the front of the desk, you can see that they're words.
GONE TO MINES
SEND HELP
It looks like whoever carved these wasn't very used to the knife because the writing is a bit difficult to read and it's worn away in places, but you can at least make this much out.]
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Mines...? Hey, I think I think I found a note from a survivor!
[Going off the assumption that these mines aren't too far from this town, Grace is going to search for any maps or other info that might point to where to go.]
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Just in case, is there anything else worth pilfering here?]
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Mines, is it? We ought to devise a plan for that sort of investigation.
[At least the infrared portion of his binoculars would get a workout...hopefully.]
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So it isn't. I suppose we should make that our next destination, in the event that this survivor is still alive.
[They sure haven't had a good track record with that, but it's still worth looking into if they can save at least one person from this mess.]
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[Even though she's expecting another tree sculpture at best.]
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[His brows draw down slightly in a frown, and he looks over the knocked over chairs and then paces over to examine the worn nature of the writing. Well...
There’s a slow nod as she gets her hands on ever more information inviting them to the mines. This is fine.]
We should meet up with the others once we have everything.
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[Mine collapses, sudden salt floods(??), hostile survivors, you name it, really. Sometimes you really have to think about the act of putting all your eggs (they might not be very normal eggs but) in one basket.
He’s just going to leave it at a suggestion, though.]
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It’s been a while since I’ve done things this way.
We’ll figure something out.