Yttermayn's Infractus Experiment IC

[Scott DeWar]

Jorge struggled to focus his thoughts on his current time and place. The answers felt both ephemeral and obvious at the same time. He was inside the church that he and his parishioners had built in Colina, and the sun was streaming in through the windows and gaps around the door. Jorge noticed curious, wavering shadows making the sunlight coming inside flicker and reappear. The silence and those shadows fed into Jorge's fear. He felt an impulse drawing him toward the door.

His hands shaking, breath in shallow rasps and feet wobbling he moves to the strangely alluring door....

 

[Yttermayn]

Gorge feels the dirt and straw of the rough floor between his toes with each shuffling step. His movements felt restricted. His robes were damp and clingy, wrapped around his limbs. The handle of the door beckoned.

 

[Scott DeWar]

His throat was already dry, but it suddenly became parched, as if cotton had ben stuffed down his mouth. he tried to swallow, but sand would have been easier.

it seemed that all the water in his body suddenly went to his hand as it suddenly started sweating heavily as he lifted it to reach for the door handle, shaking, suddenly becoming weak.

He coughed nervously as a sudden funny thought sgtruck him: herhaps he should have seen dust come out with that cough. His hand touched the knob and he turns it .. . .

 

[Yttermayn]

The door opens, and Jorge is momentarily blinded by the bright sunlight. A moment later the sun is blotted out and Jorge realizes the sun is being obscured by a billowing black cloud of smoke. His uncomprehending eyes trace downwards to the source- no, several sources of the oily black clouds. The ramshackle huts of the villagers are burning! The plastics and other artificial materials belching thick, black smoke and the wooden ones making blue, all of it coming off of tall orange flames. Jorge sees things on the ground. Rounded shapes that Jorge is suddenly afraid to look at too closely. His heart pounds so hard that it is all he can hear.

 

[Yttermayn]

Joseph was awakened suddenly from his sleep on the cot in the firehouse. The alarms were blaring, signaling an emergency call, a 'run'. He had to get his ass in the ambulance he had checked and stocked earlier in the wee hours of the morning. With his body running on autopilot, Joseph saw his partner for the shift, Roman, already climbing in the passenger side of the ambulance. Joseph reached complete wakefulness ten feet from the driver's side of the vehicle and he reasserted control over his own body in mid stride. Climbing in, he saw Roman in the passenger seat consulting a PDA that had been set up to wirelessly receive the details of the run. "Possible gunshot wounds, police are on scene..." Roman read off the rest of the pertinent details, including the address and directions to a part of the industrial/warehouse area of town. Despite Joseph's skills in emergency medical care, Roman had superior training and certification which meant Joe was driving.

 

[Yttermayn]

"Maybe you can get away with having this stuff in here, Mr Saturn, but my unpaid ass will get fired, OK? I really need this position, it's part of my grade and it gets my foot in the door for a broadcast career." Tommy said it in a low, nervous voice. The intern looked around, but the SM was nowhere in sight. Billy instinctively knew the man had stepped out for something, probably a smoke or a poke. Billy was reminded again of the uneasy balance of blackmailed power he had acquired at the station. There existed an unspoken agreement between Billy and the Station Manager, ever since Billy had walked in on the man indulging in one of his many vices...

 

[Yttermayn]

"Haaaayy, you sucha gentleman!" Dogjaw smiled as he handed the can opener over to Phil. "That's why I always like you, you're a good guy!" DJ hummed happily to himself while digging through his army green canvas bag. In a moment he had pulled out a dented metal bowl and then waited patiently for Phil to finish opening the can. "You know, in back of the fast food restaurants, you can grab one of them plastic fryer oil bottles. They's tough and have a screw top. You can keep them peaches from gettin spilled, or whatever else you want." Dogjaw offered.

 

[Leif]

Dr. Billy Saturn

Billy sighs impatiently and decides to put the Intern Tommy's mind at rest, or at least more at rest, "Don't sweat it, Tommy, there's more going on around this sorry place than you can possibly imagine. You're 'under my wing,' as it were, and you'll soon learn that this is a secure and comfortable place to be. As far as the SM goes, pay that limp-wristed f*** no heed whatsoever. Year before last, I was working the overnight shift and caught him indulging his freakish prediliction on the desk of his office with a black man. I was wondering why he was even here so late at night. Turns out that his habit is to occasionally sneak out of the house while his wife sleeps to meet his paramour. One thing I did learn that night is that the conventional wisdom about the endowment of black men is NOT necessarily true!"

 

[Voda Vosa]

"Uhm, ok, let's go, there's one nearby, I think I saw it last night." He gives some peaches to Dogjaw, and begins eating the others from the can, as he walks absentmindly towards the nearest McDonalds.

 

[Scott DeWar]

The door opens, and Jorge is momentarily blinded by the bright sunlight. A moment later the sun is blotted out and Jorge realizes the sun is being obscured by a billowing black cloud of smoke. His uncomprehending eyes trace downwards to the source- no, several sources of the oily black clouds. The ramshackle huts of the villagers are burning! The plastics and other artificial materials belching thick, black smoke and the wooden ones making blue, all of it coming off of tall orange flames. Jorge sees things on the ground. Rounded shapes that Jorge is suddenly afraid to look at too closely. His heart pounds so hard that it is all he can hear.

'is this a dream?' thinks Jorge to himself? he summons the will to focus on the round objects on the ground, though afraid of what they may be . . .