A sudden revelation: Open RP
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((Takes place a couple of days after Musical Day. Much like last time, start a new comment thread when your character shows up.))
In the classic manner of all great ideas, this one came to Sallah at an unlikely time.
He dreamed he was walking through the Temple of Mara -- the original, not the replica. Before him was the cistern, and within he could hear a tap-tap-tapping of metal on stone, and a voice: Becker's. He leaned forward to hear what the man was saying, but it was faint, so faint -- six feet ... down ... below ... below ... six feet ... more ...
He leaned further into the cistern, straining to hear, and then his foot slipped and he fell, down into darkness --
-- and Sallah sat bolt upright on his cot.
Of course!
The entire entrance display to the Indiana Jones Adventure was underground. More than six feet underground -- past the putative barrier that they'd encountered!
He burst out laughing and, too excited to sleep (dawn was still at least a couple of hours away, he guessed), scrambled out of bed and dressed. He scrawled a note on a scrap of paper, grabbed a pickaxe, shovel, and lantern and headed out, first to tack the note onto the front gates of Adventureland, next to fill a rucksack with food and water, and then onward to the Indiana Jones Adventure itself. He descended into the tunnels and when he'd reached a suitably deep spot -- as best as he could tell -- he set up operations.
The walkway shattered most satisfyingly when he smashed into it with his pickaxe. This was more like it.
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The note tacked to the Adventureland gate read:
In the classic manner of all great ideas, this one came to Sallah at an unlikely time.
He dreamed he was walking through the Temple of Mara -- the original, not the replica. Before him was the cistern, and within he could hear a tap-tap-tapping of metal on stone, and a voice: Becker's. He leaned forward to hear what the man was saying, but it was faint, so faint -- six feet ... down ... below ... below ... six feet ... more ...
He leaned further into the cistern, straining to hear, and then his foot slipped and he fell, down into darkness --
-- and Sallah sat bolt upright on his cot.
Of course!
The entire entrance display to the Indiana Jones Adventure was underground. More than six feet underground -- past the putative barrier that they'd encountered!
He burst out laughing and, too excited to sleep (dawn was still at least a couple of hours away, he guessed), scrambled out of bed and dressed. He scrawled a note on a scrap of paper, grabbed a pickaxe, shovel, and lantern and headed out, first to tack the note onto the front gates of Adventureland, next to fill a rucksack with food and water, and then onward to the Indiana Jones Adventure itself. He descended into the tunnels and when he'd reached a suitably deep spot -- as best as he could tell -- he set up operations.
The walkway shattered most satisfyingly when he smashed into it with his pickaxe. This was more like it.
***
The note tacked to the Adventureland gate read:
Not done exploring yet. Continuing work inside the Indiana Jones Adventure. All are welcome to join. --Sallah
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Date: 2006-12-07 07:07 pm (UTC)James headed towards the Indiana Jones Adventure as fast as he could.
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Date: 2006-12-07 07:20 pm (UTC)He'd only just reached the entrance to the ride when the sounds of destruction reached his sensitive ears. The Jellicle followed the noise until he encountered a fat man working tirelessly at a hole in pathway, with thinner man who smelled of magic talking to him. He crept up behind them and growled softly, before darting silently back into the shadows before either man could possibly notice him.
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Date: 2006-12-07 07:22 pm (UTC)Startled, Sallah nearly dropped his pick. He looked around wildly; then, still clutching the pick, he picked up the lantern and peered anxiously into the shadows.
"Who's there?"
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Date: 2006-12-07 07:51 pm (UTC)His tone was, as usual, cheerful enough, but his eyes darted nervously to the shadows, and his smile seemed a little strained.
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Date: 2006-12-07 07:57 pm (UTC)"Boo." He murmured in his ear.
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Date: 2006-12-07 07:51 pm (UTC)"What are you exploring?" Tas asked, seeming to appear out of no where beside Sallah.
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Date: 2006-12-07 07:53 pm (UTC)"We are attempting to find out what lies beneath the park," he said, a little stiffly. "I am sorry, young man, I do not believe we have met. My name is Sallah."
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Date: 2006-12-07 08:01 pm (UTC)"I'd imagine there'd be a lot of dirt under the park, wouldn't you? I mean, that seems like the logical conclusion, right? I'm hardly young though. I haven't been young for a very long time. But how very rude of me!" He held out his hand. "My names Tasslehoff Burrfoot, but all my friends call me Tas." Which basically meant almost everyone, since Tas thought of everyone like his friend, and less most people could say to Tas, the happier they were.
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Date: 2006-12-08 04:44 pm (UTC)There were already several people down inside the ride working with pick axes and shovels, not many of whom Daniel recognized. He found Sallah and gave them man a smile in greeting.
“Hey Sallah,” he said. “What are you digging for?”
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Date: 2006-12-08 09:02 pm (UTC)Grinning at the chance, Setsuna went straight to Indiana Jones Adventure and called out, "Hey! Sallah, you here? I'm definitely up for continuing."
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Date: 2006-12-08 10:09 pm (UTC)He grabbed one and asked, "Where do you want me at?"
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Date: 2006-12-08 11:27 pm (UTC)Thus, when he read the note posted on the gates which claimed to be the border of “Adventureland”- an odd appellation indeed and one which Aragorn resolved to consider further at another time- and saw it to be an invitation to all, he decided to offer his service in whatever work was being done.
The Indiana Jones Adventure was easy to find, as it was well marked, and the sound of voices and work being done was direction enough.
Upon reaching the group inside he paused, letting his eyes adjust to the dusk and lamplight of the dimly-lit tunnels, such as they were.
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Date: 2006-12-27 04:07 pm (UTC)Concrete. Sproingy concrete, just like last time.
Sallah wasn't exactly disappointed, although he certainly would have liked something at least a little different. But it was clear that the six-food depth was constant, following the overall depth of the park.