Ep 2 - Synchronicity II - (One shot)
Jun 25, 2015 0:08:58 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2015 0:08:58 GMT -5
Set on Week Two, Day Two, directly after Binding Ties!
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That evening, there was a thunderclap over Drumnadrochit, Scotland.
It caused an awful lot of confusion, as the day had been clear and fine, and for once there had not been a rain cloud in sight. Some people thought a power transformer had exploded, though no outages were reported. Others suspected that an RAF Tornado engaged in a low-level training manoeuvre had created the noise.
The usual crazies claimed they had witnessed a UFO to the east, because of course they did.
A minor story about the peculiar noise popped up on the evening news that night, complete with some blurry cell phone pictures of birds and passing aircraft, and some of the choicer Twitterfeed theories. And that had been it.
Meanwhile, many miles away, something crawls to the surface of a dark Scottish loch.
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For Skywarp, the day ended with a nap.
He would slumber in peace and quiet, enveloped in the cool, muddy darkness that is found one hundred feet beneath the bottom of Loch Ness.
Two days later he would wake, at sunset.
Twenty minutes after that the first fresh new screaming reports of Loch Ness Monster sightings would hit the internet, complete with more blurry cell phone photos and more hysterical Tweets.
For Skywarp, none of that mattered.
What DID matter was that he now had lake-bottom muck clogging every nook and filter in his body, a nasty headache, and power levels that were stable but strangely exhausted. But there were no more sticky fingers in his brain module or voices in his head! So already things were looking up.
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That evening, there was a thunderclap over Drumnadrochit, Scotland.
It caused an awful lot of confusion, as the day had been clear and fine, and for once there had not been a rain cloud in sight. Some people thought a power transformer had exploded, though no outages were reported. Others suspected that an RAF Tornado engaged in a low-level training manoeuvre had created the noise.
The usual crazies claimed they had witnessed a UFO to the east, because of course they did.
A minor story about the peculiar noise popped up on the evening news that night, complete with some blurry cell phone pictures of birds and passing aircraft, and some of the choicer Twitterfeed theories. And that had been it.
Meanwhile, many miles away, something crawls to the surface of a dark Scottish loch.
----
For Skywarp, the day ended with a nap.
He would slumber in peace and quiet, enveloped in the cool, muddy darkness that is found one hundred feet beneath the bottom of Loch Ness.
Two days later he would wake, at sunset.
Twenty minutes after that the first fresh new screaming reports of Loch Ness Monster sightings would hit the internet, complete with more blurry cell phone photos and more hysterical Tweets.
For Skywarp, none of that mattered.
What DID matter was that he now had lake-bottom muck clogging every nook and filter in his body, a nasty headache, and power levels that were stable but strangely exhausted. But there were no more sticky fingers in his brain module or voices in his head! So already things were looking up.