18:30 - THE LABYRINTH

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Dr. Jar ∆§Indea§∆

You are back in the drowned hallway. Red emergency lights have flashed on,

and you hear distant splashing footsteps... The air is a bit foul-- wet garbage

and stale water.

You hear a distant voice.

"Does this shit look the same? In the regular world it just
goes straight up to the deck."

More splashing footsteps. More than one person.

[Dr. Jar]

Harriet-

I glance at Edmund and then walk faster to catch up. I'm not sure who they are, but they don't sound like Mills. Maybe one of those detectives I didn't know too well, but it didn't sound like them.

I take Edmund's hand so he doesn't trip and turn my flashlight off so my beam isn't too visible.

Are we back on the ship now? How does space work here?

[∆§Indea§∆]

(Neurotic)

Edmund-

"HELLO? DO YOU KNOW THE WAY OUT???"

I take Harriets hand gratefully as I try to move as fast as I can, while shambling through the muck like Quasimodo. . I hoped whoever it was had some first aid knowledge

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Whoever it was stopped splashing through the water. Seemed odd behavior for

a demon or monster, maybe that would rule it out. Sound distorted in the halls,

made it difficult to ascertain who had been speaking and where they'd been.

You came to a four way stop. At the junction a huge red light glowed -- it seemed to

be a conglomeration of several of the normal emergency lights. It seemed as though

these passages had organically grown. The usual markings and text on the walls

had warped into gibberish. Doorknobs stuck out of the ceiling, window frames

were glued straight to the wall.

((Feel free to react as usual, but don't advance time too far.))

[Dr. Jar]

Harriet-

"Hey, wait a moment... We don't know who is out there..."

She thinks for a moment, and then looks at Edmund thoughtfully.

"Who are you?"

It didn't sound like Mills at least.

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(Neurotic)

Edmund-

”Which way should we go? We don’t know which way they went. Butcher? Colt?”

I motion to her our three options.Leaning on her with my other side.

Edmund- (mumbled)

^{”As long as I think I deserve it right?”}

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You hear...

"Hey it's me! That lawyer! Come help me, guys!"

--echoing from further inside. The echoing makes it very difficult to tell the tone

of the voice, but it seems like it's probably a man anyway.

((Roll 2d10+Perception to guess which way to go, either towards, or away

from the voice.))

[∆§Indea§∆]

"The Lawyer? Damn... I guess we should."

I move towards where I think the sound comes from. Keeping an eye on Harriet, ultimately it was up to her. I wouldn't last long on my own.

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You're fairly sure it's coming from the left hallway, but not sure how deep within.

[Dr. Jar]

Harriet-

"I guess we should. I don't know him but it's better than monsters, right?"

I half-jog while supporting Edmund's weight. Hopefully there is someone down there waiting for us.

"Hey, wait up!"

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We move to the left passage way towards the voice. ·

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You both hear...

"HELP! That lawyer has a gun!"

Harriet-- You're pretty positive the voices are coming from about halfway down

this hall, and it'll be a straight shot. That is, it could be dangerous to barrel right

into it if the guy is hostile at all.

[Dr. Jar]

Harriet-

"Hey, don't shoot!"

I turn off my flashlight and walk more slowly to make my appearance less known to the others. I don't know who is calling out to me. Maybe the lawyer having a gun is a good thing.

I take out my spraypaint can and hold it like a weapon in front of me. It's the closest thing I have to anything weapon-like.

I wonder, what has happened here? Did the others give in to madness already? Was this the end? Would he attack us?

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(Neurotic)


(Mumbled)

^{"It will all be very normal."}

Edmund-

"I thought it was the lawyer talking... Would he refer to himself in third person? He doesn't seem like the sort unless this place has somehow given him dissociative disorder. It would certainly be less lonely. We shouldn't rush into this... I don't need another wound.

Don't vandal... Even if it is hell."

I stared at the spray can, wondering where on earth it had come from.I start moving more slowly if it's possible. Trying to stay behind Harriet. The lawyer wouldn't shoot her.

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((Still holding on this one until we get a response from Brett))