freedem_mods (freedem_mods) wrote in freedem_uni, @ 2010-09-11 18:36:00 |
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fumods: The people in your room wake up at around the same time, it's pitch black if after waiting a few minutes your eyes begin to adjust to the light but it's still hard to see much of anything due to the basically non-exisant lighting conditions. Obviously if you make any noises the other person(s) in your room can hear you but you can't see anyone or anything else at first as you're laying on the floor.
MagsMyst: Mags: sits up careful and slow, if she hears sounds of movement she would whisper, "Who's there?"
fumods: (Locke sees darkness for a moment, it feels and seems almost... unnaturally dark... given a moment your eyes manage to adjust then you can very faintly make out a few pieces of furniture and there does appear to be someone else in the room but the features are hard to make out)
cheshiresprat: (HiS/MS) Locke creeps closer to the figure in the room. To Mags: Locke replies, "It's Locke. Are you alright?"
cheshiresprat: Locke searches the room for...anything really
fumods: The room appears fairly large and there's a few pieces of furniture in it. A wooden chair pushed back from a desk, a comfy chair, an oil lamp, some papers, ink and quill on the desk and a table with three chairs, otherwise the room is fairly sparse.
MagsMyst: Mags: sits up straighter trying to put her face in any available light, "Yeah, thanks. I'm Mags. Say do you have a lighter or a match?" listens carefully for the sound of approach beyond the room if possible
cheshiresprat: Locke: "There's an oil lamp on the desk and I should have some flint and steel on me..." routs around in satchel
cheshiresprat: Locke attempts to light the lamp.
cheshiresprat: [[Upon lighting the lamp]] Locke: "Locke Lamora, a pleasure."
MagsMyst: Mags: moves closer to him grateful for the light, offers her hand with a pleasant smile, "Thank you very much, Locke. It's a pleasure. So do you have any better clue than me where we are or what's going on?"
cheshiresprat: Locke sets the lamp down on the desk. "Not an inkling. There was a scream in the woods and then I was spirited here."
cheshiresprat: Locke inspects the rest of the room, now illuminated.
MagsMyst: Mags: checks the door careful not to make a sound to see if it is locked or not, "Same here. Just when I was fired up to race in everything went black"
fumods: There is no door.
cheshiresprat: Locke checks the furniture, the inkwell, the quill (pockets the quill afterwards) the table, the chairs and the desk
cheshiresprat: Come to think of it, Locke pockets the inkwell too, if it has a stopper as to not leak when moved around
fumods: No book shelves, and the walls seem pretty solid. Locke you can take the inkwell and the quill. You find a set of keys in one of the desk drawers but the furniture all seems normal. Oh, beside for that one gold coin that seems to have fallen between down behind the cushion of the comfy chair.
MagsMyst: Mags: glares at the walls hands on hips "Man, not even a breeze. How did we get in a room with no door? Say Locke, you wouldn't happen to have any Houdini tricks would you?
cheshiresprat: Locke places the keys on the desk next to the lamp and upon moving the cushion and upon finding the coin, wonders to himself how a coin got into this room, or them or any of these things for that matter. Locke pulls on his leather gloves and picks up the coin. Better safe than sorry. Though we're already in a sorry position.
fumods: (Nope, everything is silent... Almost unnaturally so)
cheshiresprat: If nothing happens, he places the coin on the desk beside the keys.
MagsMyst: Mags: chews her bottom lip nervously, this guy was in her dorm and had helped Sayuri "Well, Locke, how bad do you want to know what's on the other side of this wall?" touches the wall opposite desk
cheshiresprat: Locke turns to face her, confusion creasing his brows. Ah, yes...from the stairwell.... Locke: "If you feel comfortable, by all means."
fumods: (*This music starts off soft, seeping i through the walls slowly, it seems to come from all around and not just one direction: http://www.box.net/shared/2qqr5mxda6 )
MagsMyst: Mags: tries to tell where the sound is coming from, with no success panic sets in, at the sound of matches eyes go wide, with a quick sprint she holds her breath seeming to pixelate before attempting to phase through the wall
cheshiresprat: Locke turns slowly and stares at the oil lamp.
cheshiresprat: His stiletto drops into his palm, but he cups it so it remains in his sleeve.
fumods: Mags you run through the wall, into more and.... more wall... It doesn't seem to have an end.. Then when you emerge you find your self back in the room you were just trying to escape from.
cheshiresprat: Locke glances over at Mags, face contorted into concentration, scans the walls once more, then settles back on the fire.
MagsMyst: Mags: finally clearing the wall she solidifies with a deep gasp as though surfacing from a dive
cheshiresprat: Locke: "....nothing is out there, is there?" It was more a statement than a question.
fumods: Suddenly... A window appears... An eerie light stereaming through it when peered out of it seems almost... black and white. ( http://0.tqn.com/d/paranormal/1/0/y/2/co
MagsMyst: Mags: meets his eyes still a bit stunned and shakes her head slowly "And the fire is not making me comfortable anymore" gasps at the sight "And neither is that" attempts to hide behind Locke and yet peek over his shoulder or around it
cheshiresprat: Locke removes a small pouch and scoops up the keys and the coin in it. "Hold the lamp," he instructs Mags, "I will investigate."
MagsMyst: Mags: quickly and carefully takes the lamp keeping it steady and wherever he seems to be looking
cheshiresprat: Locke nears the window with extreme caution, checking for traps, crevasses or holes.
cheshiresprat: If nothing, he reaches into his satchel for his glass cutter and attempts to trace a small hole.
fumods: No traps, no crevasses, no holes. He can cut a hole into the glass but as he does the image behind it falls dark, almost a void of nothingness but from the far side of the room suddenly a door appears, light streaming in from around its edges.
MagsMyst: Mags watches with intense curiosity one hand hovering near his shoulder to pull them both back if anything attacks. Looking towards the newly appeared door she gulps hard. "I get the feeling that's not goin' ta lead anywhere either"
cheshiresprat: Again, Locke moves to the wall carefully, checking as he goes to see if the door is trapped or locked. If it has a keyhole, he checks it with the keys he found. If the keys don't work, he attempts to pick the lock, shielding Mags' view from what he is doing with his body. "We won't know unless we try, and I have no want to stay in this room for any longer than necessary. Stay close to me," commands Locke.
MagsMyst: Following at a comfortable distance so as not to crowd him memories of the infinite wall gives her worry for the nice, young man. "I'm with you on that but I'm going to try something while you do that" Starting a spin the cheerleader phases part way so that half of her arm would phase through the door if possible, hoping to be able to tell if there are stable or shifting molecules on the other side, if there is another side.
cheshiresprat: Locke opens the door carefully.
fumods: Upon opening the door it seems black and almost like a void.
MagsMyst: "Wait!" She grabs his shoulder to make certain he doesn't leave the room if she can help it. "It's another dead end."
cheshiresprat: Locke grabs one of the wooden chairs and attempts to toss it through the door.
MagsMyst: Mags looks around for any other possible keyholes very carefully.
fumods: The chair is flung through and after a moment... You hear a clattering, almost like the chair hit something metal.
MagsMyst: Head snapping at the sound Mags draws closer to Locke and in a worried voice suggests, "I should go first. If anything nasty happens I can phase out so I wont get hurt." While there was fear in hazel eyes the concern in them overwhelmed it.
cheshiresprat: Locke closes his eyes an chuckles, "Do as you will." He was wondering what madness plotted to keep him and this girl in a box suspended over gods knew what.
MagsMyst: Looking around for anything to use as rope the girl became quickly frustrated. With a grumble of aggrivation she kicks of her shoes and unzips her pants. "Okay I can't jump up as far as I can fall down. So if I scream your name hold this as low as you can." A delicate blush rose in apple cheeks as she handed Locke her jeans.
MagsMyst: "Okay?"
cheshiresprat: "Of course," replied Locke, concealing a baffled smirk. Today was so strange that he now decided to just go along with everything.
fumods: As soon as you put one foot outside of the door the world rushes in around Mags and you`re on a metal walk way, high above what almost appears to be a factor of sorts, however there seems like there's a large pane of glass that separates the walk way from below the boiling vats of... god knows what.
MagsMyst: "Thanks," she replied politely. Holding her breath nervously but without shifting Mags lands with a bit of a bang. Eyes take in everything as quickly as possible. "Locke," she called out calmly, but with high volume. "I think it's safe to bring my pants down."
cheshiresprat: Anyways, Locke, upon seeing her vanish instead of fall like the chair, would become curious after waiting for a few seconds in silence and from the pure inanity of the situation, would roll the chair to the doorway, sit in it and scream, "I will go out not with a whimper, but with a bang!" then roll himself and the chair out into the void.
MagsMyst: [[how would he appear? falling or just poof?]]
fumods: (So there's a little tiny lip and slight height difference between the door and the walkway so Locke goes bolting through it to have the chair tip as soon as he's coming out and nearly falls on his face. Your choice if he actually falls or not.)
cheshiresprat: [[Well to properly push out from a doorway while sitting in a chair, you'd have to be going backwards]]
fumods: (And you make a holy clatter of noise when you land)
fumods: (But hey look your both on the walk way!)
MagsMyst: With the sound of movement the auburn haired girl's head spins towards it. With a high pitched squeak she jumps backwards landing firmly on her already sore bum. Mags turns a pitiful face to her companion. "How did you get so smooth? It's not fair." Standing she askes, "Do you at least have my pants?"
cheshiresprat: Locke stares up at the girl in glazed eyed wonder at the scenery change and a slight giddy glee at the luck of his gamble, then chuckles, "Apologies, madam, I left them in the room."
MagsMyst: Shrugs fall with a sigh. Nervous hands clutch together in a vain attempt to hide the incredibly girl pink and white polka dot underwear. To take the attention off of her lack of pants she looks around the room. "I have no idea where we are, but I'm sure I don't want to be anywhere near that." A sharp stab in the direction of the boiling liquid makes the subject clear. As soon as his eyes are distracted a black tank top is pulled as low as possible.
MagsMyst: Shoulders fall*
fumods: There's a door at the end of the walkway.
cheshiresprat: Locke scans the room and walkway, rolling around in his chair like an invalid. He looks up at where he fell from to see if there is a doorway.
cheshiresprat: Aha. Locke rolls over to the doorway, checks it for traps or keyholes.
fumods: Traps none, keyhole, sure there's something you can look through but before then you hear a screech! It sounds muffled and from below you.
MagsMyst: Amused by the chair attached to Locke's backside Mags gratefully takes up the nurse position behind his chair.
cheshiresprat: Locke kicks off the door, rolling his chair back quickly, then looks for the source of the sound.
MagsMyst: With a squeal dainty feet lift to rest on the legs of the chair as they fly backwards
cheshiresprat: Locke looks behind him at Mags and smiles. "Wonderful reflexes, dear." If the sound has stopped, Locke asks Mags to wheel him back to the door and he attempts to use the keys to open it.
fumods: There's a rather angry looking little imp staring up at you and cursing in some sort of language that just sounds... nasty even if you can't understand it. It's hopping mad, literally and then runs off down the path between vats below you."
cheshiresprat: "Curiouser and curiouser," whispers Locke. If nothing can be done, he continues as planned.
MagsMyst: "Thank you," she pants in reply trying to slow the hammering of her heart. The sight below bulges her eyes. "Maybe we should be elsewhere."
cheshiresprat: Locke opens the door.
fumods: Okay, you open the doorway and see a hallway, the lighting is okay, the walls are green. From where you can see there's 5 doors on each wall (total of 10 doors, 5 left, 5 right) and the hallway curves down at the end to the right.
cheshiresprat: Locke directs Mags to push him around the room, counterclockwise as he checks all the doors for traps, locks, keyholes and listens for sound behind each of them
fumods: (They have numbers on them. There is nothing else in the room.)
cheshiresprat: Oooh. Locke checks if door #9 is really door #6. It's always #6.
MagsMyst: She pushes him around the room watching carefully as he obviously checks for something. Looking around she asks, "So what's your lucky number?"
cheshiresprat: "Thirteen," replies Locke, "but I've been partial to a seven or two in my day."
fumods: A couple doors are locked but they appear to be bedrooms very spartan in nature, a desk with paper and inkwell & quill, a bed and a dresser with some sparse and simple clothing.
fumods: Only one of the rooms is trapped. The rest are all untrapped.
MagsMyst: "I'm partial to 7 myself." Upon seeing clothing she will dart for it.
cheshiresprat: Locke, having no business with magic stays away from the magic door (number?) and unlocks the other doors opening and checking, then closing them one by one. He sighs forlornly when Mags finds clothing. So much for the simple pleasures, he thinks.
fumods: 5 rooms are bedrooms, one is a bathroom, one is food storage, one is a study room, one is a janitors closet.
cheshiresprat: Locke searches all the rooms for locked things, drawers and the like, checking for traps and pocketing each inkwell and quill he finds. (So hard to find a good quill and inkwell.)
fumods: You find a small hardwood box that has a crest engraved on it Locke that's locked. Otherwise the rooms suck.
cheshiresprat: Traps? Key fits in hole?
fumods: No traps, yes the key does!
cheshiresprat: Locke turns the key and opens the box facing away from him, then slowly turns it towards him.
MagsMyst: Mags holds the clothing up and whimpers at the pathetic condition of it. Out of fear of catching something she leaves it behind and hurries to Locke's side.
fumods: This is your new key! http://comps.fotosearch.com/comp/CRT/CRT
cheshiresprat: Locke holds the key up to Mags, "Do you recognize this key at all?" He looks between the key and door number 5 for any commonalities.
MagsMyst: Rusty brows pinched in examination. "It reminds me of my grandma's key, but the only thing she ever told me about it was how much she loved the cross in it," she offers pointing out the cut out that would flips tumblers in the right lock.
fumods: Okay, so you go through each room and nothing particular stands out unless you want some cleaning supplies, need to use the rest room or grab an apple. Once moving past the rooms and around the bend you find your selves a set of stairs leading... down.
MagsMyst: [[ oo! Wash the funk off her hands from holding those nappy clothes? ]]
cheshiresprat: [[...aw....can the chair make it down the stairs?
fumods: ... Sure.
cheshiresprat: Hotsauce. Locke and Mags boogie down.
cheshiresprat: in the chair.
fumods: Yay you gallomph down the stairs!
fumods: Now something seems familiar down here...
fumods: The floor is very similar to that of the vatted area earlier.
cheshiresprat: Locke is on the lookout for imps and imp-like creatures.
fumods: OH shit man! Look! There's one!
cheshiresprat: How big is it?
fumods: About two feet tall: http://www.celestialheavens.com/heroespe
MagsMyst: Mags tenses up terrified that she wont be able to protect him
cheshiresprat: Locke leans back and whispers, "On my command, push the chair as hard and as fast as you can..."
MagsMyst: Crouching down into a runner's ready position dainty hands tightening on the back of the chair Mags prepares for the order.
MagsMyst: as Mags*
cheshiresprat: Locke crouches on the chair and slips the stiletto out, keeping it low beneath him. He goes through his satchel and takes out a sap, his only other weapon. Handing it to Mags, he yells, "Have at thee, foul beast! Chaaaaarge!"
MagsMyst: Mags accepts the weapon and takes off at full speed rushing both of them into the area full throttle.
cheshiresprat: [[Bullrush manoeuvre!! If Locke can see an attack of opportunity, he will take it, otherwise he will jump off the chair, just before it flattens the demon.]]
MagsMyst: [[Mags is prepared to get out of the way when the momentum stops for any reason]]
fumods: You rush the little demon! It shrieks! It does sound scared but more like.... an alarm...
cheshiresprat: [[That's what I figured.]]
fumods: It will flutter over the chair but you can attempt to stab it when you jump out of the chair!
MagsMyst: Well Mags will wait for the initial attack by Locke and steering clear of him she will attempt to wack the snot out of the thing (preferably throat) to stun or otherwise silence it
fumods: Mags smacks it causing it to stumble slightly but not getting a throat hit, Locke misses both times.
MagsMyst: Mags goes for a field goal kick hopefully sending it towards vats (if there are any)
MagsMyst: 5
MagsMyst: and shrieks like a girl when she does this lol
fumods: Did you move to flank?
cheshiresprat: if she didn't I did
cheshiresprat: Rogue and all.
fumods: That's what I was assuming.
MagsMyst: haha I see her as to it's side rather than rear
fumods: Okay, mags Kicks it into Locke's dagger.
fumods: It's squirming and wiggling but dying.
MagsMyst: Catching her breath hands on nimble knees the southern belle smiles at her companion. "Well we make a pretty good team after all."
cheshiresprat: Locke smothers it with his satchel to stifle the noise, then moves it, Mags and himself to somewhere hidden, like behind a vat and listens for other sounds, "Sssh.." he says with a finger to his lips.
MagsMyst: Her joy at success is stiffled as she follows his lead hiding like she did when sneaking out.
fumods: You dash behind a vat and just in time as a small group of the imps come strolling into the area, 4 of them and they seem to be on the look out!
cheshiresprat: Locke puts his hand on Mags' shoulder. Be very still, he mouths. (HiS/MS)
MagsMyst: Nodding in agreement Mags does her best to carefully and soundlessly flatten against the side of the vat being sure to stick to the shadows
MagsMyst: *if there's no heat otherwise as close as she can get without stinging*
cheshiresprat: If the imps aren't leaving and one singles itself, from the pack, Locke would attempt to sneak up on one and backstab it while covering it's mouth and dragging it behind a vat
fumods: (He sneaks up successfully but fumbles the grab, which causes the creatures to shriek and spin around on him!
fumods: Annnnnddddd, hold!
cheshiresprat: "Oh bother," says Locke. He's still trying to kill the bitch.