[VROOM!!! VROOM!!! VROOM!!! For anyone looking out the window, the Door is glowing, brighter than ever. The Door is glowing, the Door is glowing. It seems fairly to hum with the light pouring from it.
Suddenly, instantly, the Carousel slows. The Clock, which had been ticking like mad, like the panicked heart of a rabbit, slows. It does not stop, no, it does not stop, though it may seem as though it has. No, it only slows
And in that instant, with the thunder of good, heavy American enginework and a cloud of leaded gasoline exhaust, a red 1959 convertible (yes, complete with deadly fins) comes barreling through the Door--from the Outside into the City.
Squealing brakes and rolling like classic Americana thunder, it roars a circuit around Misery Square, sending the Anonymous Movement, pedestrians, and onlookers at the Door scattering. The radio is on. And it is loud.
And riding in the car? A few familiar faces. The Deities have come back into the City. Mostly, anyway--less Mouse, who was executed for treason as the Anonymous Movement was coming to power, and less Prof. Dr. Laszlo Jamf. But nervous Ned Pointsman, he of the raving warnings of doom, is with them.
It is from his view, from his Network device set to take selfie videos like some 21st century young person, that those watching on the Network can see these events unfold.
They scream to a sliding stop near the Door, rev the engine, and take another roaring turn around the square--for the pleasure of it, apparently.
Content with their noise and exhaust, apparently, they squeal to another burning stop in front of the Door.
And Pointsman addresses the Network:]
Well, that all went better that expected. Good morning, to you, City.
[Suddenly, unexpectedly, inexplicably, he reaches up to grab a bit of hair at his forehead...and proceeds to pull off his face...]
[ooc: They're baaaaaaaaack~!! As of this morning, the Door begins to glow with more intensity. The Carousel and the Clock suddenly both slow, and the Clock now only ticks once per hour!
The Door then opens from the wrong side--or, rather, a red classic convertible bursts through the Door and into the City. And in it are a few familiar faces: the Deities have come back into the City--!
The Deities and the members of the Anonymous Movement meet in Misery Square and a battle for the City begins.
Suddenly, instantly, the Carousel slows. The Clock, which had been ticking like mad, like the panicked heart of a rabbit, slows. It does not stop, no, it does not stop, though it may seem as though it has. No, it only slows
And in that instant, with the thunder of good, heavy American enginework and a cloud of leaded gasoline exhaust, a red 1959 convertible (yes, complete with deadly fins) comes barreling through the Door--from the Outside into the City.
Squealing brakes and rolling like classic Americana thunder, it roars a circuit around Misery Square, sending the Anonymous Movement, pedestrians, and onlookers at the Door scattering. The radio is on. And it is loud.
And riding in the car? A few familiar faces. The Deities have come back into the City. Mostly, anyway--less Mouse, who was executed for treason as the Anonymous Movement was coming to power, and less Prof. Dr. Laszlo Jamf. But nervous Ned Pointsman, he of the raving warnings of doom, is with them.
It is from his view, from his Network device set to take selfie videos like some 21st century young person, that those watching on the Network can see these events unfold.
They scream to a sliding stop near the Door, rev the engine, and take another roaring turn around the square--for the pleasure of it, apparently.
Content with their noise and exhaust, apparently, they squeal to another burning stop in front of the Door.
And Pointsman addresses the Network:]
Well, that all went better that expected. Good morning, to you, City.
[Suddenly, unexpectedly, inexplicably, he reaches up to grab a bit of hair at his forehead...and proceeds to pull off his face...]
[ooc: They're baaaaaaaaack~!! As of this morning, the Door begins to glow with more intensity. The Carousel and the Clock suddenly both slow, and the Clock now only ticks once per hour!
The Door then opens from the wrong side--or, rather, a red classic convertible bursts through the Door and into the City. And in it are a few familiar faces: the Deities have come back into the City--!
The Deities and the members of the Anonymous Movement meet in Misery Square and a battle for the City begins.
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