Jaime Elizabeth Davies (![]() ![]() @ 2014-06-01 10:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | alexandra crowe, dahlia thomas, eli barrett, jaime davies, tristan moore |
Utterly Unimpressed
Characters: Jaime, others
When: Monday, 8 AM-ish
Location: the inner dome within the dome
Warnings/Rating: language liek whoa
Summary: Jaime discovers the extent of this week’s fuckery, kinda
Status: Completed
The water was gone. That was at first the only thing Jaime really cared about. She had some vague recollections of waking up at an obscene pre-dawn hour and wandering the window to check. She’d seen flat grass, and that had suited her just fine. Enough that she could relax back into a relatively deep sleep, anyway, for the rest of the morning. When she did finally get up, it was still later than usual, though probably earlier than most. She showered (after testing to make sure the water wasn’t going to randomly shift temperatures) and dressed in jeans in a tee-shirt. She stood on the porch for a minute, simply looking around. Grass, some distant stone walls, some scrubby brush, and … Cocking her head to the side, Jaime stared toward the Keep. Or rather, where the Keep should be. It was, instead, something else entirely. “Oh, fuck,” she muttered crossly as she started down off her porch. She broke into a light jog to lessen the time it took to get there, and once she arrived she started a slow circuit of the thing. She found where the door was -- it was across from where she was pretty sure the door to the Keep was supposed to be -- but no way to open it. No handle, no indent, nowhere to push or grasp to pull. So she moved the rest of the way around it, studying the panels that comprised it in earnest now. She saw the numbers on the bottom, pressed into the metal, and she studied the designs. The sensors, the panels, the things that looked like bulls-eye targets, the random colored dots. She paused at one that had some plant bulbs at the base, and her eyes drifted up along the length of the panel to each of the sensors, lined up neatly with each of the bulbs. That one seemed fairly self-explanatory, and she sighed. With that in mind, she circled the dome again, trying to figure out who might go where. And more, what they were supposed to do with it. She grasped that they were supposed to use their powers, somehow, and she tried to figure out where she was supposed to go. But as she counted and tried to do mental matches, she realized a couple of the panels were completely blank grey. Meaning … they were inert? Made only to match the cabin count? Which meant they were one panel short -- because the door counted as one of the twenty. Was someone being deliberately left out? Running her fingers through her hair, Jaime sighed and pulled her phone out of her pocket. Whatever the fuck this was, it was going to need more than just her to untangle it. Plunking herself down in front of the door, she popped up a quick message on the network to see who was up and around that might come out and lend a hand -- or a few braincells -- to try to figure this mess out. |