Reading the Fate Stones: Science Fiction

Note: I accidentally posted this in cloudscudding, then had to move it over here.

The roar of the ocean and the steady ticking of the fate stones as they rattled down along the cliff was the first sign she had that something was amiss. She wasn't supposed to still be here. The procedure was simple. She went to the ocean to calm down, she threw the fate stones to appease her ancestors, then refused to stay for the results to prove her own independence, to prove how civilized she was, and then she would take the port back to her apartment node. She didn't wait. She didn't stand and listen to the ocean roaring as the sun sank lower on the horizon and the last fate stone rattled into place. She had, once or twice, taken a picnic in the noontime, but that was--a distraction. She was trying to distract herself from thinking about what this meant. Once again, she pushed the coordinates into the port--

Inspiration: "Meridian" by The Tribes of Neurot, and an unwatched game making a clicking sound.
Story Potential: High.
Notes: Either the ancestors jinxed her ride because they were pissed and wanted to make sure she paid attention (maybe too unsubtle for my taste) or something went Terribly Wrong with civilization, like an invasion or a disease or XYZ, and this is how and where she finds out. The latter idea, I like more.