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wipeawaythedebt) wrote2013-08-06 10:29 pm
wipeawaythedebt) wrote2013-08-06 10:29 pm
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Doors Plot: Welcome to the Midnight Isle
The remote mining colony on CX-4593 had been radio silent for six months.
The colony, nicknamed the Midnight Isle by the miners trapped in its perpetual darkness, had been running at peak efficency until the drills hit and cracked a mineral that their local geologists could not identify. After sending a copy of the readings and initial scientific findings back to Earthbase Epsilon, the miner recorded that they intended to resume drilling the next day. After that last broadcast, communication stopped. The colony managers, safe in their homes on Epsilon attempted many times to re-initiate communication, but to no avail.
A proposed rescue mission is still being discussed in committee and to the outside world, the mining company reports that everything is normal, just some routine communication bugs.
Meanwhile, the radio silence continues, but all is not silent on the Midnight Isle. There is clicking and scratching inside the walls and floors, distant echoes in the halls, and the electronic hum of a station still at full power. But absent are the sounds of the miners, and everywhere are the signs of distress and danger. Meals left abandoned covered in mold and dust. Chairs and tables stacked, as if in barricades, and most worrying of all, the smears of blood in the halls and pooled on the floors, absent of bodies, but full of unanswered questions.
And now, six months after the strange mineral was discovered, there are doors opening and strangers are arriving.
The colony, nicknamed the Midnight Isle by the miners trapped in its perpetual darkness, had been running at peak efficency until the drills hit and cracked a mineral that their local geologists could not identify. After sending a copy of the readings and initial scientific findings back to Earthbase Epsilon, the miner recorded that they intended to resume drilling the next day. After that last broadcast, communication stopped. The colony managers, safe in their homes on Epsilon attempted many times to re-initiate communication, but to no avail.
A proposed rescue mission is still being discussed in committee and to the outside world, the mining company reports that everything is normal, just some routine communication bugs.
Meanwhile, the radio silence continues, but all is not silent on the Midnight Isle. There is clicking and scratching inside the walls and floors, distant echoes in the halls, and the electronic hum of a station still at full power. But absent are the sounds of the miners, and everywhere are the signs of distress and danger. Meals left abandoned covered in mold and dust. Chairs and tables stacked, as if in barricades, and most worrying of all, the smears of blood in the halls and pooled on the floors, absent of bodies, but full of unanswered questions.
And now, six months after the strange mineral was discovered, there are doors opening and strangers are arriving.
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With all this blood, where are the bodies?
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"Perhaps we should." Sybil isn't about to argue, she doesn't know more than he does. "Do you think there's a reason for this?"
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"C'mon." He hits the door, watching the corridors closely as he motions for her to follow.
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There's little choice but to follow, and truth be told, Sybil feels safer with him there as much a stranger as he is. The chair leg is still in her hands, a better weapon than none, and as she starts at a skittering sound from behind the wall she reminds herself to breathe. "Do you think Elizabeth might be here as well?"
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"I'm thinking the fewer people find their way here, the fewer people are gonna get hurt."
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“This place has done worse,” she says softly, her voice cold. The memories of that shadow Darrow are hard ones for Sybil. She doesn’t like thinking of the abomination that kidnapped her that Kaine claimed was another version of himself. But being here she cannot help it, wondering if there’s a reason these things happen to her over and over. “At the least, I hope that stays the worse experience. I would rather not repeat the things that happened before.”
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“This place has done worse,” she says softly, her voice cold. The memories of that shadow Darrow are hard ones for Sybil. She doesn’t like thinking of the abomination that kidnapped her that Kaine claimed was another version of himself. But being here she cannot help it, wondering if there’s a reason these things happen to her over and over. “At the least, I hope that stays the worse experience. I would rather not repeat the things that happened before.”