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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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He's certain she'd gone through the door just a few minutes ahead of him as he'd held back to pay the cab driver. She should be right here. Wherever here is. The place is damn spooky. Walls are all some kind of metal, lights set into them, a few blinking on and off, but enough so he can see pretty well. But he can't see her and he should be able to.
"Elizabeth, answer me!"
Running down the hall, he makes a turn into a large room. Some kind of abandoned dining hall. It's a damn mess, tables and chairs overturned, a barricade built at the far end, and the blood... there's blood everywhere. Clenching his fist, he starts towards the far end.
"Elizabeth!!"
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To think she had been heading home from the hospital when she ended up in this place. Sybil finds herself wishing for trousers, the mid-calf skirt and heeled boots she’s wearing better for her plans of meeting a friend for dinner and a glass of wine after a too-long day. Yet as she’d gone into the restaurant and found herself in this horrible place instead, and frankly she was frightened.
She’s armed herself with the broken leg of a chair, not that she thinks she would be able to fight much off with it. If it weren’t for the noises from the walls Sybil would have been convinced she was alone. Hearing someone shouting is actually a relief, and she rushes toward the voice. Perhaps not the safest of choices, but what else is there to do? Wander these halls alone for longer than she can imagine?
Still, she hefts the chair leg as she turns the corner, trying to look stern and imposing. “Who are you and why are we here?”
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"Name's DeWitt. Booker DeWitt. I was just with a young woman named Elizabeth, you seen her?" Because she's his priority, she's the one he has to protect. Not that he doesn't feel for this woman, but there's really nothing in it for him to put his neck out. Not if Elizabeth is somewhere. Glancing at the blood and chaos around the mess hall, he decides to add a slightly more distressing question, "You seen anyone?"
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Sybil lowers the leg of the chair some, shaking her head. "I haven't seen anyone, you're the first. I've not seen Elizabeth. Are you here from Darrow?"
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"You ever seen this place before? Or... anything like this?" Anything useful. He heads back to the door she came through, looking up and down the hall. It's too damn spooky, giving him all kinds of thoughts he doesn't want to be having.
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“We’re friends,” she says more tersely than she might otherwise. In another situation she’d love to engage him in conversation, to learn about him and his interests. This was not the day for that. “I- No. It’s completely unlike anything I’ve ever known. I’ve never seen something with so much metal.”
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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.”