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.

***

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

Comments

reposting for the very simple fact that I can't notice jack...

[hidden-paw.livejournal.com]

Macavity studied the note for a moment, then grinned the kind of grin that did not bode well for this 'Sallah'. He hadn't actually met the man yet, and considering the fact that most of the humans he had met in this place seemed frightened or suprised by his obvious difference in species, and also the one that he was so bored that had he been in his own domain he would have killed a few people by now...exploring seemed like a very good idea indeed.

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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What the blazes was that?

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?"

[hidden-paw.livejournal.com]

Macavity grinned to himself, and mentally told the man very firmly that the shadows where far too dense for even the lantern to pierce, before slipping around and behind him to stand by the hole, behind the thinner one.

[snitchnicker.livejournal.com]

A shiver ran down James' back, and he stopped his pickaxe again, turning around quickly.

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"Mr Potter? What --?"

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"It was nothing," James muttered, peering into the shadows again. He decided to lift the enchantment off of the pickaxe though. It seemed to be giving him more trouble than it was worth.

[snitchnicker.livejournal.com]

James started as well, though he kept both hands on his pickaxe. He frowned, held it still, and peered into the darkness. For a moment he thought it might just be a stray animal, then he realized that he hadn't actually seen much more than a duck as far as animals went since he got here. "It was probably nothing," James said slowly, more because his pickaxe was eager to start working again than because he actually believed that.

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Sallah shivered slightly; this reminded him far too much of the original Temple and its hidden dangers. Casting about once more with the lantern, he sighed and set it back down. "This place is full of echoes and sounds," he muttered. "Perhaps it was the ride." He hefted up his pickaxe and set back to work, a little more slowly now; he was trying to listen as he worked.