Who: Reginald, Cecilia, and open to anyone else either needing help through the course or wanting to help out! When: 90-minute mark and on Where: ARENA OF DOOM
Shit, Cecilia thought. Shit, shit, shit.
When the buzzer sounded, Cecilia had been at the second-to-last obstacle of her fourth run through the course. Her muscles were aching after not being used so much in the past few days, but to Cecilia it had been a pleasant sensation. She liked the feel of a hard workout. The rush of endorphins and adrenaline, awareness of what seemed to be every muscle, feeling ready to just drop and zone out for a while... she liked it for the same reason a lot of people liked sex, honestly. And it helped shut her brain off. She had been feeling content in the knowledge that they'd be released soon, and was looking forward to a shower and breakfast, though not necessarily in that order. Then they'd let the other shoe drop.
Shit, shit, shit, she thought again, looking wildly around. She ran through the rest of the bars and hopped the final walls, and kept pace as she sprinted around the track and back to the start of the course. By that time, she could hear and see Marco losing his cool, and she could hardly blame him for that. She briefly considered going to him and trying to help calm him down, but it registered in her brain that he wasn't alone. At the same time she caught a glimpse of Reginald, and she immediately reprioritized. She'd been keeping an eye out to see how others would do on the course, and she felt quite certain that he was going to have the hardest time with this. She ran to the start of the course and hurried up the rope ladder, not stopping until she'd swung one leg over the bar to the other side. "Come on," she called. "Anyone who hasn't completed the course yet! We can do this. I will pull you through myself if I have to!"