Event: Abort! Part Two (day 25, Egret). Luggage carriage

[voidtreckermods]

They are on world world#27462947582 for about five hours, helping, ushering people out of the city, fighting monsters, keeping guard. All seems well in the city itself, peaceful even except for the slight panic of people being told to move south.

Wherever they are, north in the desert, travelling through the countryside to the south or still in the city itself they will notice from their peripheral vision a darkening of the sky. Looking up they will see clouds. Strange clouds, appearing in the blue sky out of nowhere.

Their SCA’s start beeping, rapidly, flashing red. The clouds are too weird to be clouds, dark shapes in the sky. It might be that the Voidtreckers heed the warning and tap their SCA to evacuate to the train. It might be that they do not.

If they don’t then there is a moment, a moment of absolute stillness as those around them notice the shapes. A confused pause. Children stop their chatter, people stop their complaining, even the monsters seem to sense something and pause in their attacks.

The remaining voidtreckers are yanked away, even without pressing their SCA, they glow gold and disappear.

They all appear in the luggage carriage and not even a second later, with no warning the train lurches, flinging everyone off their feet as it enters the void.

It’s not really easy to tell speed in the void, but they will get the sense that they are moving fast. Faster than before, leaving that world and whatever those shapes were behind.

(OOC: Information on this event is here and part one is here)

Comments

[dredefulchilde]

Joscelin chuckles a little, then immediately regrets it because it makes his face throb even more. “I think I saw that on a t-shirt once.”

He tilts his head up further to give Glorfindel better access to the split lip.

“About a thousand years before I was born, there was a physician called Galen. He said that the human body is governed by four humors: yellow bile, black bile, phlegm, and blood. An imbalance of these humors was thought to be the root of all disease. Total bollocks, of course, but he was the basis of all medicine for centuries. They bled me because they thought that reducing ‘excess’ blood in my body would bring the humors back into alignment and cure whatever it was that ailed me.”

[laurefindil]

"I think my friend Elrond would have given this Galen a bloody lip, if he were able," Glorfindel said. He dabbed carefully as to not cause more pain.

"If I had four glasses of liquid and needed them all to be equal, if I decided that the only way to equalize them was to pour out the excess...I would quickly end up with four empty glasses. They never considered that the issue might be there there was simply not enough of the other three and that they needed to be added?" Glorfindel asked.