The storm pummeled them hard, battering the windows and walls with enough force that it was obviously some kind of magic that kept the windows from shattering under the pressure. It howled and raged, tireless in it's attempt to wipe them off the map. There was no 'eye', no respite. Just constant wind and occasional shuddering walls. Which made it all the more special when the morning of the fourth day broke in quiet.
No. Not
quiet.
Silence.No grinding of the building rearranging itself, for beyond the ally port things had finally settled, though nothing looked all that different. No familiar birdsong or rustling of the strange rabbit/ferret creatures. Not even the timid knock of a friendly villager, come to make sure they'd weathered the storm. Nothing. Upon opening the door, however, it became very clear as to why.
Apparently, Rookshire had taken them for a ride on the winds because the door opened and a wave of sweltering heat gushed inside, carrying with it bits of sand and grit. It stung the eyes and the dry heat made lungs ache with each breath. Harsh light followed the heat, blinding after three days inside and while the eyes adjusted a little, squinting was going to be a regular thing on this world.
Stepping outside proved what common sense should have already guessed: They had settled in a landscape of arid desert and cracked terra. What wasn't hard packed ground was loose grit that gave way until someone sank up to the ankles. They were closer to what appeared to be a city, at least? Though, upon closer inspection, many of the buildings were broken or crumbling, visible from even that far off.
All of that might take a while to notice in favor of the two celestial bodies that were in the sky. One was most of the way risen, dark red in color and so big it felt like one could simply reach out and touch it. The other had just crested the horizon, an icy blue that contrasted hard against it's red sibling. It wasn't quite as large, but nevertheless it was just as close.
As the day progressed, it became very clear that the two ran on very different rotations. The blue sun raced across the sky, while the red lumbered behind. As a result, night was a short affair, barely six hours in total. Which, considering the hushed sound of wings and the heavy clicking sounds that can be heard even through the walls of Rook, that might be a good thing.
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LocationsOffices | A group of four small rooms where the visitation rooms once were. Two are furnished with a desk and an overstuffed armchair, the other two have comfortable chairs in a circle. Therapy rooms maybe?
Showers | As the tin says. It opens into a room with cubbies lining the walls, like the people here weren't allowed actual lockers. There are a few towels scattered around. The shower room itself is pretty basic: bare concrete, shower heads up too high to actually touch, plastic knobs for the water, and a drain in the middle.
Supply Room | Looks like we found where this place got it's supply drops. Huge loading bay doors are stuck shut, of course, but there are boxes of shit everywhere.
Chapel | I guess even inmates? patients? need a church. Wooden pews, but they're bolted to the floor. No books in sight, but there is a cabinet on the back wall. Stained glass windows, but...reinforced? And is that a painting of barbed wire fences?
Swimming Pool | Okay, so finally a nice room. It's an actual fucking
swimming pool. The room is pretty, too. The two long walls are solid windows. I bet it keeps the water warm even in the winter.
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2160/2160 Water
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