Yun
Our World Is Worth Fighting For
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Days always started in the same way; the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, and the creatures of the Earth get ready for the day. At least, that's how the day usually went for most. The most exciting things are just altercations one would get into with another person.
Yes, the daytime was never truly eventful.
Now, the night? That was a far more interesting time.
It was nighttime in a tiny part of the world - some outskirts around a city in America that no one really paid attention to. All that stood there was a rather large stone building, long abandoned with rusted doors, obscured by the trees of some defunct park.
But, the place had history that was set to be made. And, like all historical events, it needed participants.
Every individual touched by the mysterious power would find their day changed. When they entered a doorway, turned a corner, or exited a room, they would find themselves standing within the park. The origin of their arrival was the stone building; some might come from behind it, others through one of its many doors.
(OOC: A TL;DR of what's happening; your character will go somewhere wherever they are and end up in the park.)
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Kalyani stretched in her seat, letting out a huff. Statistics were easy enough to deal with; the subject was never truly difficult to her. Becoming an actuary required that you be comfortable with mathematical rigor.
Still, it was a bit late, and she was thoroughly bored. Her game system was still on in the background, and that definitely provided a distraction she didn't need.
"Coffee," she muttered to herself. She stood to her feet, padding her way toward her kitchen. When she entered however, and turned on the light, she found her surroundings to be... different. There was no light switch, no light, no kitchen. No house.
Just a park.
"Wha... whaaaaa...?" She said looking around. "Bu-whaat?!" She started to look around frantically. Where in the hell was she?
Days always started in the same way; the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, and the creatures of the Earth get ready for the day. At least, that's how the day usually went for most. The most exciting things are just altercations one would get into with another person.
Yes, the daytime was never truly eventful.
Now, the night? That was a far more interesting time.
It was nighttime in a tiny part of the world - some outskirts around a city in America that no one really paid attention to. All that stood there was a rather large stone building, long abandoned with rusted doors, obscured by the trees of some defunct park.
But, the place had history that was set to be made. And, like all historical events, it needed participants.
Every individual touched by the mysterious power would find their day changed. When they entered a doorway, turned a corner, or exited a room, they would find themselves standing within the park. The origin of their arrival was the stone building; some might come from behind it, others through one of its many doors.
(OOC: A TL;DR of what's happening; your character will go somewhere wherever they are and end up in the park.)
--
Kalyani stretched in her seat, letting out a huff. Statistics were easy enough to deal with; the subject was never truly difficult to her. Becoming an actuary required that you be comfortable with mathematical rigor.
Still, it was a bit late, and she was thoroughly bored. Her game system was still on in the background, and that definitely provided a distraction she didn't need.
"Coffee," she muttered to herself. She stood to her feet, padding her way toward her kitchen. When she entered however, and turned on the light, she found her surroundings to be... different. There was no light switch, no light, no kitchen. No house.
Just a park.
"Wha... whaaaaa...?" She said looking around. "Bu-whaat?!" She started to look around frantically. Where in the hell was she?