[ closed ] it's not for you to know but for you to weep and wonder

[gramarye]

Who: Data, Wolfgang
What: Some things can't be explained by science.
Where: Flag Hill cliffsides
When: After this, but a few days before this. Why didn't I post this first if it happened chronologically first? SHHHHhhh. Shhh. shhh.
Notes: A polyvore because I can.
Warnings: Disturbing content, probably! Will edit with more exact warnings as needed.

Wolfgang is in Flag Hill fairly often - at least once a month he comes to pick up some meat from the butcher that he can toss in the freezer. It makes him nervous anymore, especially when he has to walk too close to the cliffside with the filled-in people-shaped holes. They're harmless now, but...

Today he just came up to shoot the shit. He's been feeling pretty good lately, it makes him feel social, and time is hard to tell in Baedal but someone did the calculations and the holidays are coming up for him. It's also the end of Ramadan, so he hangs out for a bit to talk to some friends of his who are getting ready for Eid. He ends up losing track of time and by the time he leaves, it's dark out. It's not like he's got anything else going on tonight so he ends up taking the long, scenic way back to the train, skirting the edges of the cliffs and looking out over the vast ravine - that steep drop, the trees and fog on the other side.

He slows to a stop, frowning, looking over the edge of the cliffs. There's a ghostly purple light dancing out there, about ten meters from the edge - looks like a will-o'-the-wisp. But he knows what those are, or what they are supposed to be; the oxidation of certain chemical compounds released by organic decay causes them to ignite, creating flames. They're rare outside of bogs. Maybe it's from something in the underground? He's pretty sure the sewers let out around here somewhere.

He ends up coming very close to the edge, toes just passing it - he's not afraid of heights at all - and watching it. It's not going away. It's sort of pretty but it's making him nervous because it doesn't feel right, and it shouldn't be here...