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apocalypsehowcomm2022-05-16 08:09 am
- !event,
- !finale,
- !npc,
- bucky barnes (mcu),
- cornelius hickey (the terror),
- cortana (halo),
- edalyn clawthorne (owl house),
- hunter (owl house),
- kate cordello (original),
- katrina (siren),
- manji (blade of the immortal),
- zz_addison montgomery (grey's anatomy),
- zz_ade bennett (the wess'har wars),
- zz_ainsley whitly (prodigal son),
- zz_andrew jaeger (original),
- zz_beauregard lionett (critical role),
- zz_bruno madrigal (encanto),
- zz_callisto (xena: warrior princess),
- zz_donna noble (doctor who),
- zz_garner cinderbrooke (original),
- zz_george milton (of mice and men),
- zz_jeff calhoun (original),
- zz_john carter (er),
- zz_jonathan sims (tma),
- zz_luka kovač (er),
- zz_malcolm bright (prodigal son),
- zz_misty quigley (yellowjackets),
- zz_neal caffrey (white collar),
- zz_nick valentine (fallout),
- zz_orpheus (hadestown),
- zz_rye kalibash (original),
- zz_tim drake (dc comics)
Event - Appalachia: Into the Pines
Footage plays on the television as a new story comes on, showing a series of sweeping vistas, intercut with clips of wolves that have clearly been filmed at some local wildlife sanctuary. "As far as anyone knows it, the last wolf to ever freely roam the Allegheny Mountains was slain in West Virginia in 1897. Daniel Stoffer Hamrick saw to the beast's passing, and the woods in our part of the world have gone quieter ever since. Appalachia does not forget its history, though. It buries it beneath coal and flyash, debts and white powder and pills. And the blood of people taken before their time, by the mines, by the mountain, by things we don't have names for, just hurt. But Appalachia does not forget.
"This is Cindy Parsons with Channel 5, Wolf News." Footage cuts to a newscaster standing outside a gated apartment complex with FYRE's logo emblazoned on it. "As we know, our beloved Wolf Pen is home to one of the biggest FYRE worker housing complexes in Wyoming County. It is a monument to the history of our town, and this week, we'll be on the lookout for visitors from all over the country, coming to see the grand re-opening of the historic Bluestone Mine as a museum."
Footage cuts to a nondescript businessman, identified by the news footage as Carl Watts, CEO of FYRE. He's smiling blandly as he stands at a podium and gestures to the entrance of the mining tunnel behind him. "The Wolf Pen community has been a partner to us for decades now, and we knew it was finally time to give something back to all y’all. We'll have our soft opening on Monday with a full Rumble Down Under party in the old mines scheduled for June 15th. We'll have a live bluegrass concert and anticipate a huge influx of tourists to the area to help out our neighbors itching for a few more pocketbooks to tend to." A wink.
The footage returns to Cindy. "FYRE has stated that this new museum will provide an educational tool and tourist attraction for those wanting to learn about West Virginia, Wolf Pen, and the hard-working men and women who have made this beautiful part of our nation their home. Time will tell. Time is always telling when it comes to the promises of people who have used our land and our bodies to line their pocketbooks. They fill our blood and our lungs with black tar and-"
Cindy cuts out and is replaced by in-studio anchors. "Thank you, Cindy!" a blonde woman says, smile just a little strained. "I think we're all looking forward to seeing the big opening by FYRE on Sunday and that rocking good party next month. It should be a gneiss one! Now to Tim with the weather. Tim?"
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"Of course," he says, with a nod and a smile. "Lead the way, Jimmy."
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"You can head back up if you want. The space getting to you?"
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Jimmy turns abruptly and ducks his head as he leads the way back to the main tunnel.
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"That's, uh... those were Pete and... Ralph, I think? They're really serious and professional. Everyone here is. We-we take work and safety seriously, so there isn't a lot of time for talking! Yeah, you've gotta be sure you're focused." His smile is just the side of too wide. "So, this is the elevator we use to send everyone down and bring them up in shifts." It's a large platform that seems like it's something out of Hickey's era in terms of the mechanical workings. "Don't worry if it creeks a little on the way down. Just-just old things get creaky, right? That's normal."
He beckons Hickey toward the lift.
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As he talks, Hickey makes his way to the lift. Hunk of junk or not, it's something he understands—or at least, is more familiar with than computers and security badges.
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As they descend, Hickey will again hear the faint strains of that voice from before, humming the song, and the sense of exhaustion begins to grow.
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They'll fight that battle when they get to it.
"How often do people use this elevator?" he asks, looking it over. "Cause yeah, I am here for inspections. So this is me, inspecting."
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"How long ago was 'not that long ago?' Weeks? Days?"
Hickey gives Jimmy a stern little glare, something that implies he better answer that question.
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Hickey's entire bearing says 'we're not done with THAT conversation'. But his attention is turning more towards the elevator itself and their descent.
"Are we almost there?"
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The voice is humming in Hickey's ears again as the air grows more oppressive and there's a faint scent of something charred in the air.
cw: brief mention of fire and murder
"I'm right behind you."
He's going to see this through. He's going to see this through. He's going to figure out what the hell this thing is. But the low tunnels and the growing humming and the scent of something burned have put Hickey on edge the most he's been this entire conversation.
cw: claustrophobia
"So, pay no attention... you'll soon be in your own grave.
Pay no attention... to the buried and the dark, let them stay.
Cause who's gonna miss you... or care, that you've gone a-way?
You were only a miner, and this here old mine is your grave."
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But as Hickey tries to force himself into a calmer state, his hand (once again) instinctively goes to the knife in his pocket. And at the same time, he's trying to see if he can find that burned, charred scent he smelled earlier. That's what he's worried about the most.
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And it fills... and it burns... and it eats all your life a-way.
So, pay no attention... to the fact that here you will lay.
When you're just a miner, and this here old mine is your grave."
The scent is growing stronger, and as the walls come closer, starting to block him from making any movements, he'll feel the prickle of heat, catch flickering embers at the corners of his vision. Burned and buried in the dark.
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Then a voice hisses, this one different from the singer. "Not yet."
And then it's just the cramped tunnel. "Um... Mr. Hickey, sir?" Jimmy is there, waving a hand in front of Hickey's face.
rip jimmy's shoes
His body has no idea what to do in this situation. All he knows is that he's tense and his mind keeps moving back to that smell of burning flesh...and he bends over, at the waits, hand on the side of the wall to help hold him upright and, very undignified, finds himself bringing back up a little of his lunch. Yep, that is some stress vomit. Super dignified.
"Sorry," he grumbles, wiping the back of his mouth on his sleeve. "Must be the vertigo."
ew...
"Oh-oh, god! I'm sorry. I was just- I think we should get you back up out of the mine, Mr. Hickey. You need some fresh air." He motions with his hands as the tunnel is too small for him to get past Hickey.
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