Saturday Night In The Morlock Tunnels
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xp_logsWelcome to your new home, kids.
It was a good corner of the tunnels, this. A near enclosed room, originally an alcove that had been intended to form part of the subway before the Depression and later, linked into the adjoining tunnels and relinked. There was even light, a single, dim bulb dangling on a string fed through from an electrical conduit reasonably nearby and a stack of cardboard boxes against one wall, along with small piles of Annalee's own belongings and scavenged blankets, whilst water seeped down most of the walls, pooling in a couple of the lower areas and a corner where the trash was thrown.
Artie dropped to a crouch near the wall and looked around, pleased to see how well the others were settling in after the walk down. He tapped Molly on the shoulder to get her attention and said, keeping the text nice, and clear and readable, because God knew how good she could read yet, "You should sleep in that corner with Meggan and Megan. I used to like corners like that when I was little. They were cosy."
Molly fidgeted with her hat. She was kind of sad she just had to pick one again but they were trying to stay safe from bad guys again. Maybe she could get more hats. Glancing over to Artie, she paused a moment, looking over at where he had motioned.
"Oh, nice!" she said, nodding excitedly. It was a little dark in there and kinda rumbly but it TOTALLY reminded her of the Batcave so she liked it.
"Okay! Thanks!" she said, beaming at Artie as she bounded over to where Meggan and Megan were. It was kinda like a big sleepover too!
"Meggan! I get to be roommates with TWO Meg(g)ans!" she proclaimed as she hopped onto one of the blankets. "This's awesome!"
Meggan looked up from where she was smoothing out a small portion of blanket. “Yeah, you do, don't you? I guess this is the official M corner now,” Meggan mused with a grin. Molly’s enthusiasm was practically contagious. She moved over a little, to allow Molly more room to squeeze in. Something felt slightly off for a second or two, but she put that niggling doubt down to adjusting to a change of scenery, and relaxing now that the fear of earlier had eased off of everyone. It might be messy down here, but it didn’t matter if they were all so much safer now. Hidden away.
The pink-haired Megan smiled, cheered by the younger girl's undying enthusiasm. "I have an older sister named Molly. Maybe I'll see her someday and tell her about the M corner." She felt anxious and slightly out of her element, which always reminded her of the worries she normally kept out-of-mind. "What should we do now? Maybe go around in a circle and tell ghost stories?" Maybe it was too soon, considering the recent run-in with real ghosts...
"I don't know... I wish I had my laptop," Doreen stated, she could go for writing or playing WoW, just sitting here seemed really boring to her without her games or the internet, but it was safer so they should do something so the younger kids didn't get bored and wander off or something. "Ghost stories might be fun..."
She paused for a moment and sniffed the air and did it again. Whatever it was wasn't much but it was starting to bother her, like she should know those scents.
Nico was sitting against a wall, feeling content. Pure bliss, at times. She wasn't aware of much else save the fact she was enjoying her stay there. "Nice...", said in a dreamy tone as her inhaled the air as if was a field of roses.
As a child, Klara had never particularly liked ghost stories. After meeting ghosts not too long ago and inheriting a guitar named Ramona from one, she had decided ghosts weren't that scary after all. As initially frightening as it had been, the ghosts turned out to be people who had been bound to the world for one reason or another.
"Ghost stories would be okay," she chimed in.
"Wait guys," Matt said, turning and cocking his head to one side, "I hear something. I think someone's coming," he paused, listening harder, "Yeah."
From where she had been handing out blankets, Annalee stiffened. "What kind of someone?" she asked, a thread of fear running through her. "Do you hear boots?"
"More than one someone," Doreen said, sniffing the air again, "I thought I smelled something. And I know who it is."
Fear gripped the whole group as Annalee turned pale. "It's happening again," she whispered. "They're coming for us again." She looked around her small brood of teenaged mutants. "We have to stop them. We have to protect our home."
Artie took a deep breath and then a second one, remembering the way the tunnels had been filled with bodies when he and Annalee had finally come out of hiding. But they weren't going to die or lose their home this time.
The text was three feet tall. "RUN!"
It was a good corner of the tunnels, this. A near enclosed room, originally an alcove that had been intended to form part of the subway before the Depression and later, linked into the adjoining tunnels and relinked. There was even light, a single, dim bulb dangling on a string fed through from an electrical conduit reasonably nearby and a stack of cardboard boxes against one wall, along with small piles of Annalee's own belongings and scavenged blankets, whilst water seeped down most of the walls, pooling in a couple of the lower areas and a corner where the trash was thrown.
Artie dropped to a crouch near the wall and looked around, pleased to see how well the others were settling in after the walk down. He tapped Molly on the shoulder to get her attention and said, keeping the text nice, and clear and readable, because God knew how good she could read yet, "You should sleep in that corner with Meggan and Megan. I used to like corners like that when I was little. They were cosy."
Molly fidgeted with her hat. She was kind of sad she just had to pick one again but they were trying to stay safe from bad guys again. Maybe she could get more hats. Glancing over to Artie, she paused a moment, looking over at where he had motioned.
"Oh, nice!" she said, nodding excitedly. It was a little dark in there and kinda rumbly but it TOTALLY reminded her of the Batcave so she liked it.
"Okay! Thanks!" she said, beaming at Artie as she bounded over to where Meggan and Megan were. It was kinda like a big sleepover too!
"Meggan! I get to be roommates with TWO Meg(g)ans!" she proclaimed as she hopped onto one of the blankets. "This's awesome!"
Meggan looked up from where she was smoothing out a small portion of blanket. “Yeah, you do, don't you? I guess this is the official M corner now,” Meggan mused with a grin. Molly’s enthusiasm was practically contagious. She moved over a little, to allow Molly more room to squeeze in. Something felt slightly off for a second or two, but she put that niggling doubt down to adjusting to a change of scenery, and relaxing now that the fear of earlier had eased off of everyone. It might be messy down here, but it didn’t matter if they were all so much safer now. Hidden away.
The pink-haired Megan smiled, cheered by the younger girl's undying enthusiasm. "I have an older sister named Molly. Maybe I'll see her someday and tell her about the M corner." She felt anxious and slightly out of her element, which always reminded her of the worries she normally kept out-of-mind. "What should we do now? Maybe go around in a circle and tell ghost stories?" Maybe it was too soon, considering the recent run-in with real ghosts...
"I don't know... I wish I had my laptop," Doreen stated, she could go for writing or playing WoW, just sitting here seemed really boring to her without her games or the internet, but it was safer so they should do something so the younger kids didn't get bored and wander off or something. "Ghost stories might be fun..."
She paused for a moment and sniffed the air and did it again. Whatever it was wasn't much but it was starting to bother her, like she should know those scents.
Nico was sitting against a wall, feeling content. Pure bliss, at times. She wasn't aware of much else save the fact she was enjoying her stay there. "Nice...", said in a dreamy tone as her inhaled the air as if was a field of roses.
As a child, Klara had never particularly liked ghost stories. After meeting ghosts not too long ago and inheriting a guitar named Ramona from one, she had decided ghosts weren't that scary after all. As initially frightening as it had been, the ghosts turned out to be people who had been bound to the world for one reason or another.
"Ghost stories would be okay," she chimed in.
"Wait guys," Matt said, turning and cocking his head to one side, "I hear something. I think someone's coming," he paused, listening harder, "Yeah."
From where she had been handing out blankets, Annalee stiffened. "What kind of someone?" she asked, a thread of fear running through her. "Do you hear boots?"
"More than one someone," Doreen said, sniffing the air again, "I thought I smelled something. And I know who it is."
Fear gripped the whole group as Annalee turned pale. "It's happening again," she whispered. "They're coming for us again." She looked around her small brood of teenaged mutants. "We have to stop them. We have to protect our home."
Artie took a deep breath and then a second one, remembering the way the tunnels had been filled with bodies when he and Annalee had finally come out of hiding. But they weren't going to die or lose their home this time.
The text was three feet tall. "RUN!"
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