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[29 Dec 2006|11:24am] |
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Note:Takes place before Winter Solstice Threads
Mallory had forgotten that she actually enjoyed car trips. When she was younger, she used to go on at least one every summer with her parents, and traveling with Julie now was reminding her that the experience did have things to recommend it.
She'd been quiet for much of the time, studying the contents of her own head and picking at the sandwiches she'd brought along. She knew that if she didn't perk up soon, Julie was going to ask her what was wrong, but the blue study she'd been in since leaving Alicia's apartment was determined to linger.
Remember to call her, she ordered herself. The only way you're going to become not a jerk is to start keeping your promises. People do it all the time.
Julie had been in her own world most of the time, worried about the reception she would get when they finally pulled into the driveway at her parents. They'd sounded overjoyed over the phone, but seeing them in the flesh? That was a completely different ball game.
As distracted as she had been though, she had noticed that Mallory had been even quieter than her. "So cat got your tongue, Quinn? You've been awful quiet."
( Car Talk )
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| Winter Solstice Thread, Part 3 |
[29 Dec 2006|01:44pm] |
The Black Hole
It began as one scientist’s miscalculated journey from one universe to its alternate. For Andre, it was a fortunate accident, one he had no intention of correcting. His world had been decimated by the awakening of the Old Ones, and monsters walked that earth now; its people dead or hiding.
This other world had escaped that fate. Andre would’ve done anything to stay. But his attempt to cover his tracks only widened what had become a weakened ‘tear’ between his old world and this one. For long weeks, creatures knocked at the door, some intentionally and some not. Each bit of traffic through the tear only worsened the situation until finally, on the winter solstice, a multitude of tears opened and beasts beyond imagination began to spill onto this plane of existence.
But contradictory universes cannot exist in the same time, the same place, without consequence.
The longer the tears remain open, the more unstable things become.
While people and demons on the streets below fight for survival, a virtual ‘black hole’ begins to open in the sky, as two competing universes struggle to equalize and can‘t. A sort of gravitational pull begins to tug home the creatures that belong on the other side, and along with them, victims that have been grabbed up as sources of food.
The wind howls. Acid rain falls. The ground buckles upward. Lightning forks from the noxious clouds to the ground, and strikes all manner of structures in between. The tear becomes greedy, and soon it seems as if it won’t be satisfied to only pull back what belongs to it.
It wants to swallow up this world, too.
[Thread: Open to all. Please transfer characters over from
Part 2.
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