wipeawaythedebt: (take cover)
Booker DeWitt ([personal profile] wipeawaythedebt) wrote2013-08-20 04:58 pm

Doors Plot: Night Has Fallen

The Midnight Isle is no longer empty, if it ever was. There are people now, four of them, people from far away and they don't know where they are or how they got there. They've been wandering, lost, worried, watching the long dark halls and listening to the strange sounds in the walls. They were alone, then in pairs and now they're together, locked in the command center. Time has passed, but there's power and there are records if the people are smart enough to pull them up. The door's got a good lock... for now.

Night, or what passes for it has come. The sounds are getting louder, whatever's there knows there's people on the Isle again. New people. Whole people. They have a taste for people now and they're wandering inside the walls, claws scratching inside their new metal home, looking for the people. They don't see well in the light, they don't like it, but power can't last forever. The generators have to cycle down every few months, they did six months ago and they're overdue. Must be running pretty hot by now. Tonight, maybe tomorrow, they'll shut down.

Tonight might be the last night these people have.
cagedlamb: (serious)

[personal profile] cagedlamb 2013-08-27 01:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Elizabeth knew he had a point. Which was exactly why she kept going between the two decisions. She supposed it was probably better to keep it quiet for everyone, though she knew enough that it was a risk.

"Do you really think nothing's going to happen?" she asked. Because she wasn't even trained to look for trouble and she saw it (vividly, in fact, splattered against walls all over the place). A part of her wanted him to tell her the truth and a part wondered if she wanted to hear it.
cagedlamb: (eye roll)

[personal profile] cagedlamb 2013-08-28 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Elizabeth gave him a loo, then rolled her eyes. Despite him teasing, she knew he did have a point. At this point, he wasn't really even being pushed forward by any kind of monetary gain to help her.

"Well, this has nothing to do with me," she countered, though she wasn't actually being defensive. "This - this is beyond anything I've ever seen. Apparently this isn't the first time people have been sent to other places. I guess it was too much to hope we'd end up somewhere nicer."