Albert Silverberg (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
chikaidestroyer) wrote2012-07-30 01:11 am
chikaidestroyer) wrote2012-07-30 01:11 am
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∞ 103: Doors to anywhere [voice/action]
[With the summer weather being what it is, it's been somewhat difficult to sleep at reasonable times -- even more so when you're still attempting to fix your sleeping schedule after resting from a mission. This is the only reason that Albert is preparing to take a shower at midnight, having collected his clothes for changing afterwards.
However, those plans vanish upon passing through the bathroom door as darkness immediately floods his vision. The air is thick and smells of sulfur, and the breeze tells him he's no longer safely indoors. He stumbles blindly for all of ten seconds before he stubs his foot on something and falls forward--
--right into the hot springs. With a resounding splash.
His journal luckily does not land in the water, but hits the ground in just the right way to start recording. There's coughing and several other splashes as Albert drags himself out of the water.
A few minutes more pass before the recording is stopped. It starts again several minutes later. Albert sounds hoarse, and the journal screen may be dim with firelight.]
[voice]
"The fun starts at midnight," indeed. Do be careful of the weather today, everyone; it looks like it's going to be raining.
[action]
[Once he gets his bearings and has changed out of his soaked clothes into his drier set, Albert will attempt to leave the hot springs. This unfortunately means passing through another doorway to ... somewhere. Beware the accidental intruder in the middle of the night.
In the morning, he can be found drowsily sitting on the front steps of house 42. He's not taking the chance of walking through the front door and ending up somewhere else.]
However, those plans vanish upon passing through the bathroom door as darkness immediately floods his vision. The air is thick and smells of sulfur, and the breeze tells him he's no longer safely indoors. He stumbles blindly for all of ten seconds before he stubs his foot on something and falls forward--
--right into the hot springs. With a resounding splash.
His journal luckily does not land in the water, but hits the ground in just the right way to start recording. There's coughing and several other splashes as Albert drags himself out of the water.
A few minutes more pass before the recording is stopped. It starts again several minutes later. Albert sounds hoarse, and the journal screen may be dim with firelight.]
[voice]
"The fun starts at midnight," indeed. Do be careful of the weather today, everyone; it looks like it's going to be raining.
[action]
[Once he gets his bearings and has changed out of his soaked clothes into his drier set, Albert will attempt to leave the hot springs. This unfortunately means passing through another doorway to ... somewhere. Beware the accidental intruder in the middle of the night.
In the morning, he can be found drowsily sitting on the front steps of house 42. He's not taking the chance of walking through the front door and ending up somewhere else.]
[action]
[So he starts doing just that, not bothering to say anything else. Man, this is actually kind of disappointing!]
[action]
...This is different.
[action]
[Caesar tilts his head at that. He had seen the strangeness of the lake, but anything unusual about the ground hasn't quite reached him yet.]
[action]
After a moment of thought, he hops in place. The ground positively wobbles underneath him, and again he stumbles.]
...It's as if the ground is made of rubber.
[action]
...but it doesn't feel like rubber to him.]
How strange.
[action]
Strange is an understatement. But I suppose it's better than jumping platforms and avoiding falling blocks.
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