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apocalypsehowcomm2022-12-13 03:11 pm
sneakery) wrote in apocalypsehowcomm2022-12-13 03:11 pm
open network + closed exploration log
Who: K.P. Hob and various
Username: K.P.Hob
Warnings: potential discussion of gun violence, severe injury
[ooc note: threadhopping encouraged!]
Mxes., Mmes., and Messrs.—
This is not the time to mince words, and so I will be brief: under no circumstances should anyone who is not adept in the arts of sneakery set foot in the woods at the South-Western border of the park known as Dogtown. Persons unknown, if indeed they were persons, as I could find neither footprint nor scent left behind, began pelting us with stones at lethal velocity. Upon reflection I am confident that it was our conversing which drew their ire. When we went to ground the assault ceased. There was no attempt made to locate us by our assailants. Perhaps they lost interest. However, I am of a mind that it was our quietude which allowed us to pass freely when exiting the park. Whether this was a passing misfortune or a threat of a more constant nature I cannot say.
Again, the facts as I know them are these:
—The South-Western wood of Dogtown is to be presumed unsafe.
—Whoever, or whatever, lurks there leaves no tangible trace.
It is my hope that this warning will reach those with cause to heed it, and my recommendation that any future exploration of these woods be done in silence.
It is better, as they say, to be safe than it is to be sorry.
—K.P. Hob
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Who: K.P. Hob, Delloso de la Rue
When: backdated 12/9
Where: Dogtown (R3)
Summary: expecting little trouble and overconfident after successful self-defense lessons, Rue decides to accompany Hob on an exploration mission.
Warnings: gun violence, severe injury
[Their exploration of Dogtown has only just begun, and already Hob is doubting himself. From the outside the park looks innocuous enough, if you ignore the fencing ADI has put in place to keep the general public from stumbling into horrors unknown. It seems quite pleasant, in fact, right up until the point he and Rue break the tree line. Abruptly all birdsong cuts out. There is no rustle of squirrels among the branches, no staccato tumbling of loose sticks making their haphazard way to the forest floor. If it wasn't for the sound of Rue's gentle murmuring at his elbow he might think he's gone deaf, so perfect is the silence of this wood.
Hob feels his hackles rising and wonders if he ought not have made an effort to dissuade Rue from joining him, after all.
He halts, relying on their linked arms to guide Rue to fall in at his side. Beneath the glamour his tufted ears are at attention, tilting and flicking in search of sounds that simply aren't there.]
Username: K.P.Hob
Warnings: potential discussion of gun violence, severe injury
[ooc note: threadhopping encouraged!]
Mxes., Mmes., and Messrs.—
This is not the time to mince words, and so I will be brief: under no circumstances should anyone who is not adept in the arts of sneakery set foot in the woods at the South-Western border of the park known as Dogtown. Persons unknown, if indeed they were persons, as I could find neither footprint nor scent left behind, began pelting us with stones at lethal velocity. Upon reflection I am confident that it was our conversing which drew their ire. When we went to ground the assault ceased. There was no attempt made to locate us by our assailants. Perhaps they lost interest. However, I am of a mind that it was our quietude which allowed us to pass freely when exiting the park. Whether this was a passing misfortune or a threat of a more constant nature I cannot say.
Again, the facts as I know them are these:
—The South-Western wood of Dogtown is to be presumed unsafe.
—Whoever, or whatever, lurks there leaves no tangible trace.
It is my hope that this warning will reach those with cause to heed it, and my recommendation that any future exploration of these woods be done in silence.
It is better, as they say, to be safe than it is to be sorry.
—K.P. Hob
---
Who: K.P. Hob, Delloso de la Rue
When: backdated 12/9
Where: Dogtown (R3)
Summary: expecting little trouble and overconfident after successful self-defense lessons, Rue decides to accompany Hob on an exploration mission.
Warnings: gun violence, severe injury
[Their exploration of Dogtown has only just begun, and already Hob is doubting himself. From the outside the park looks innocuous enough, if you ignore the fencing ADI has put in place to keep the general public from stumbling into horrors unknown. It seems quite pleasant, in fact, right up until the point he and Rue break the tree line. Abruptly all birdsong cuts out. There is no rustle of squirrels among the branches, no staccato tumbling of loose sticks making their haphazard way to the forest floor. If it wasn't for the sound of Rue's gentle murmuring at his elbow he might think he's gone deaf, so perfect is the silence of this wood.
Hob feels his hackles rising and wonders if he ought not have made an effort to dissuade Rue from joining him, after all.
He halts, relying on their linked arms to guide Rue to fall in at his side. Beneath the glamour his tufted ears are at attention, tilting and flicking in search of sounds that simply aren't there.]