Ever wondered what those orange things really meant?
Power: Minor.
Effect: Disrupts the flow of existing traffic lanes, by coercing the drivers to subconsciously ‘forget’ the existence of the original path they were on. In so doing, with each driver, it adds a 1% chance of encountering the Unnatural within the next 48 hours, give or take a few. If said driver is an Adept, Avatar, or similarly enhanced being, the secondary effect kicks in; when viewed from behind the driver’s side rearview mirror, messages can be read, with a number of letters in it equalling the successful contacts with the Unnatural it has inflicted since the message’s implantation. Essentially, it’s like a psychic billboard for public use, drawing it’s power off of the unknowing masses. Perhaps one in ten has the sufficient oddity to do this function; those employed near car crashes tend to be most likely candidates, as well as those with accident prone worksites, public work areas, and the odd road construction crew.
Description: orange pylons pretty much look alike. You’ve seen hundreds; ever wonder why your day is a little more surreal for it?
You can imagine what happens when someone lays out several dozen at a stretch.
Enjoy the drive.
That’s not all, man. I was talking to a fellow who used to do the construction work. Y’ know, hoew they must start so early, because stuff gets done, but you never see it done? He got that cushy job of just holding up stop and slow signs and he was one of ’em history types, y’ know? Cause they were doing the stuff by some monument thingy.
But here’s the thing. He kepy coming home with nothing from it. He’d get it, and by the end of the shift it was gone. And he got to looking, at why they pick the roads they do to fix, why others and let run to pot holes.
He even said some of the workers all looked alike … all the same pleasant manner, willing, serving … and other stuff, about why the signs get left up for work after it’s been done, about why the roads get closed off, and geomancy, and heliomancy …. was all bull, man, but he believed it.
And one day, he came and said he’d seen the real truth, seen what the men did to keep their machines working, the reason why so many stand around and seem to do nothing … and the next day, he was on the news. Said he’d fallen at the old worksite, got run over by mistake.
And they had a map, and the workside was dead centre of the others. And someone always died near them. Was weird. Especially after the work was done. Always at night. And the work places formed a pentagram and .. I dunno. Give me another beer, would ya?