A sudden revelation: Open RP
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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:
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: 2006-12-11 09:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-12 01:31 pm (UTC)"Self-destructive?" he asked. "What makes you say that?"
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