Day 1 Night

[12npcs]

[ Over the murmur of conversations, explorations and violent attempts at escape, there comes a sound tick tick tick tick tick.............. CLICK.... The sky above snaps across the dome from blue to black... and everything goes dark.

A glow comes from the front door of each of the inns and one by one, you can see street lanterns begin to light up steadily past each of the gates.

The only flickering, organic light comes from above in the tower, spluttering high, high above everyone, through the slats of the closed shutters. After a moment, it's gone. ]

Comments

[tearsinnajar]

[Her hands have their share of callouses as well, although not as many as some. But she clearly puts her hands to work.]

I'm a journalist.

[devotedtothecore]

[ Passing strange, for someone who writes... Her clothes are a little different from what fashion he's familiar with in the city, too. ]

Of what print? Or do you freelance?

[tearsinnajar]

Associated Press, but I have considered going freelance again lately. Anyway, I mostly work in visual media—television, internet.

[devotedtothecore]

...television? Internet?

[tearsinnajar]

You've never heard of those? This may sound weird, but when are you from?

[devotedtothecore]

[ ..."when"? ]

It was.... nine of the evening? If you mean the date, it was the fifteenth of Goust.

[ a pregnant pause. ]

...King's Year one-nine-six.