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Armageddeon: Day Five
As it turns out, neither knowledge nor power is safe before the Clock.
The unintended offering, though, has held the hand back from reaching its full charge. The hand sits nearer the 4 than the 5 when the appointed time comes.
Four chimes today. Anyone keeping track might have an idea what to expect.
There's a point where the shuddering can no longer be considered a tremor and must be called a quake. Today might not be that day, but it's definitely a grey area.
Everything seems to rattle when the earth shifts this time. Empty chairs beat out a staccato blast against the jittering tables while unattended dishes and glasses dance along their surfaces. Those too near the edge shake themselves free and crash onto the floor.
Behind the bar, the shelves of bottles clang and ring with the vibrations. One of the less filled ones clatters forward and pitches off its perch. It's followed by another, and another. Soon, half a shelf's worth of booze and mixers have spilled and broken behind the bar. Then a shelf's worth.
By the time the trembling stops, only the most filled bottles are able to remain untouched. Anyone wanting a drink tonight should probably consider their choice carefully.
The unintended offering, though, has held the hand back from reaching its full charge. The hand sits nearer the 4 than the 5 when the appointed time comes.
Four chimes today. Anyone keeping track might have an idea what to expect.
There's a point where the shuddering can no longer be considered a tremor and must be called a quake. Today might not be that day, but it's definitely a grey area.
Everything seems to rattle when the earth shifts this time. Empty chairs beat out a staccato blast against the jittering tables while unattended dishes and glasses dance along their surfaces. Those too near the edge shake themselves free and crash onto the floor.
Behind the bar, the shelves of bottles clang and ring with the vibrations. One of the less filled ones clatters forward and pitches off its perch. It's followed by another, and another. Soon, half a shelf's worth of booze and mixers have spilled and broken behind the bar. Then a shelf's worth.
By the time the trembling stops, only the most filled bottles are able to remain untouched. Anyone wanting a drink tonight should probably consider their choice carefully.