[Open] Because I am made out of shipwrecks, every twisted beam.
Not much time has passed for Cassie Riddle in the time she’s been away from Chicago, only two days - to be exact. She found herself stuck in some bizzare mini-world that was almost the exact double of a gameshow she used to watch as a child called ‘Fun House’. Except this one doesn’t have nice prizes or fun games and is a lot harder than she ever remembered.
The game she’s currently stuck in is similar to the final obstacle course Cassie would watch as a child, where contestants would win several prizes. But in this one, Cassie’s not sure there even is a prize. She has to find the end and avoid being drowned in gunge, beaten to death by various contraptions, or falling off a great height in the unknown.
She’s battered, bruised, tired, incredibly dirty and starving. Her body aches in more ways that she thought possible. But she is not giving up. Clambering up a net-wall, she runs along a catwalk high up, dodging clumsily out the way from giant swinging contraptions sure to knock her off. At the end of the cat walk, there’s nothing below except a massive pit of gunge.
“Right, then..”
She makes a mistake of pausing for breath for a few moments. She’s hit in the back of the head by one of the contraptions. Knocked off the catwalk, she falls not into the pit waiting below, but into the middle of Grant Park.
It’s a beautiful summer’s day - and now there’s gunge-covered and unconscious young woman lying face down in the grass. Welcome back, Cassie.
Robert Capa is not entirely sure how he ended up on a horse, but he is. He’s been sucked into some medieval world. And over the course of a few weeks, he’s been training to be a knight. He’s not very good at it; the swords and armour are too heavy for him. But they people there seemed dead keen for him to keep going. And now, he’s found himself loaded down with heavy armour and sat on a horse in a jousting competition.
He doesn’t like this one bit.
The horse bolts down towards the other player; he’s terrified because he knows this is something that’s either going to hurt him badly or kill him. Probably both. But at the last minute, he’s suddenly on Navy Pier. The horse panics and stops suddenly, sending the rider soaring forwards. He lands with a clatter on the ground, dazed and… unable to get up again. Ow.
Doyle is also involved with Rift foul play, but on a different level. It’s a good day for him, he’s just walking, enjoying a cigarette when he’s suddenly tripping over and falling through a Rift that not only throws him a couple of weeks into the future, but into the middle of the street.
Before he has a chance to realise what’s happening, he’s struck by a passing car. Rolling up the bonnet and sliding off the side of the car, he lands in a heap on the street. He picks himself up after a few moments, yelling out in pain. He's used to it, so it doesn't bother him too much. He's lost count of the amount of times he's died here in Chicago, he's pretty sure he's starting to become numb to it by now. So now he's more frustrated than in pain. Rubbing at the graze on his head, he looks down at his temporarily broken legs.
“What the hell?!”
He would like to know what the hell is going on, Chicago.
Also arriving back in Chicago today, is Dylan. She’s been home, for the first time in years. If there was one state she’d avoid like the plague, it was Delaware. But after everything that’s happened lately, she’s been thinking about trying to change her for the better. And so, she left Chicago unexpectedly and went home.
And in the first time in nearly thirty years, she saw and spoke to her father. It wasn’t the easiest of things and part of her wants to forget it ever happened. But she knows she needs to move on. She knows that if she ever wants to make herself better, she has to put a lot of things right in her life.
She steps off the bus back in Chicago looking tired, more emotionally than anything else. And as soon as she takes a few steps onto the pavement, there’s a swarm of butterflies dancing round her head - chanting “Congratulations!” at her in sing song voices.
She sighs and pouts miserably, so much for a quiet return.
The game she’s currently stuck in is similar to the final obstacle course Cassie would watch as a child, where contestants would win several prizes. But in this one, Cassie’s not sure there even is a prize. She has to find the end and avoid being drowned in gunge, beaten to death by various contraptions, or falling off a great height in the unknown.
She’s battered, bruised, tired, incredibly dirty and starving. Her body aches in more ways that she thought possible. But she is not giving up. Clambering up a net-wall, she runs along a catwalk high up, dodging clumsily out the way from giant swinging contraptions sure to knock her off. At the end of the cat walk, there’s nothing below except a massive pit of gunge.
“Right, then..”
She makes a mistake of pausing for breath for a few moments. She’s hit in the back of the head by one of the contraptions. Knocked off the catwalk, she falls not into the pit waiting below, but into the middle of Grant Park.
It’s a beautiful summer’s day - and now there’s gunge-covered and unconscious young woman lying face down in the grass. Welcome back, Cassie.
Robert Capa is not entirely sure how he ended up on a horse, but he is. He’s been sucked into some medieval world. And over the course of a few weeks, he’s been training to be a knight. He’s not very good at it; the swords and armour are too heavy for him. But they people there seemed dead keen for him to keep going. And now, he’s found himself loaded down with heavy armour and sat on a horse in a jousting competition.
He doesn’t like this one bit.
The horse bolts down towards the other player; he’s terrified because he knows this is something that’s either going to hurt him badly or kill him. Probably both. But at the last minute, he’s suddenly on Navy Pier. The horse panics and stops suddenly, sending the rider soaring forwards. He lands with a clatter on the ground, dazed and… unable to get up again. Ow.
Doyle is also involved with Rift foul play, but on a different level. It’s a good day for him, he’s just walking, enjoying a cigarette when he’s suddenly tripping over and falling through a Rift that not only throws him a couple of weeks into the future, but into the middle of the street.
Before he has a chance to realise what’s happening, he’s struck by a passing car. Rolling up the bonnet and sliding off the side of the car, he lands in a heap on the street. He picks himself up after a few moments, yelling out in pain. He's used to it, so it doesn't bother him too much. He's lost count of the amount of times he's died here in Chicago, he's pretty sure he's starting to become numb to it by now. So now he's more frustrated than in pain. Rubbing at the graze on his head, he looks down at his temporarily broken legs.
“What the hell?!”
He would like to know what the hell is going on, Chicago.
Also arriving back in Chicago today, is Dylan. She’s been home, for the first time in years. If there was one state she’d avoid like the plague, it was Delaware. But after everything that’s happened lately, she’s been thinking about trying to change her for the better. And so, she left Chicago unexpectedly and went home.
And in the first time in nearly thirty years, she saw and spoke to her father. It wasn’t the easiest of things and part of her wants to forget it ever happened. But she knows she needs to move on. She knows that if she ever wants to make herself better, she has to put a lot of things right in her life.
She steps off the bus back in Chicago looking tired, more emotionally than anything else. And as soon as she takes a few steps onto the pavement, there’s a swarm of butterflies dancing round her head - chanting “Congratulations!” at her in sing song voices.
She sighs and pouts miserably, so much for a quiet return.