http://bestdigger.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] bestdigger.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] dizzy_land2006-12-07 09:43 am

A sudden revelation: Open RP

((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

[identity profile] hidden-paw.livejournal.com 2006-12-07 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
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.

[identity profile] snitchnicker.livejournal.com 2006-12-07 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
A shiver ran down James' back, and he stopped his pickaxe again, turning around quickly.

[identity profile] snitchnicker.livejournal.com 2006-12-07 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"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.

[identity profile] snitchnicker.livejournal.com 2006-12-07 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
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.