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witchesreign2012-11-16 11:41 am
wrnpcs) wrote in witchesreign2012-11-16 11:41 am
A Jamjar Game [Event!]
[Time Compression.]
[Everyone knows about it. Many people in this very building arrived here because of it. Yet how often does anyone see it in action? Usually just a ripple, here and then gone, too quick to study or even appreciate.]
[Today is different. For a nexus of compressed time has apparently set up shop in the PMGF classroom. Just above the teacher's desk, time and space seem to squash together, like one would envision a portal or singularity in a science fiction show. Afterimages and secondary images of the room at different points in time dance around like drunken holographics. Perhaps most oddly, most ominously, is the fact that this compression makes not a single unusual sound of its own.]
[Now, you might ask how you would happen to discover this odd nexus? Well, you might look to the three familiar girls that are running away from the classroom at top speed, screaming.]
HELP!
Run for the hills!
JAM FLOOOOOOOOOOOD!
[...oh yes, the time compression nexus is spewing out a few gallons of jam per second like some horrible horizontal preserves geyser. In the classroom it's about four feet deep and the flood is rapidly oozing its way down the halls in both directions. Within moments it will reach the walkway over the lobby and begin spilling over the first floor into the first floor of Garden.]
[Unless your plan is to stick around and wait for Time Compression to also fire off a peanut butter fountain and a bread cannon, better do something quick!]
[Everyone knows about it. Many people in this very building arrived here because of it. Yet how often does anyone see it in action? Usually just a ripple, here and then gone, too quick to study or even appreciate.]
[Today is different. For a nexus of compressed time has apparently set up shop in the PMGF classroom. Just above the teacher's desk, time and space seem to squash together, like one would envision a portal or singularity in a science fiction show. Afterimages and secondary images of the room at different points in time dance around like drunken holographics. Perhaps most oddly, most ominously, is the fact that this compression makes not a single unusual sound of its own.]
[Now, you might ask how you would happen to discover this odd nexus? Well, you might look to the three familiar girls that are running away from the classroom at top speed, screaming.]
HELP!
Run for the hills!
JAM FLOOOOOOOOOOOD!
[...oh yes, the time compression nexus is spewing out a few gallons of jam per second like some horrible horizontal preserves geyser. In the classroom it's about four feet deep and the flood is rapidly oozing its way down the halls in both directions. Within moments it will reach the walkway over the lobby and begin spilling over the first floor into the first floor of Garden.]
[Unless your plan is to stick around and wait for Time Compression to also fire off a peanut butter fountain and a bread cannon, better do something quick!]
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Go!
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Great! But it'll have to be closed permanently later.
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But at least it isn't so much of a problem at the moment. Give everyone time to work on it.
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I'll send a report about our progress. And then see if I can salvage my hair from this sticky mess.
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[Aerith nods and waves, scurrying off to file a report]