18:40 - THE ENGINE ROOM

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Harriet--
The door moaned and sobbed like you were beating your own mother. Was it this hellscape's doing, or was it all in your head? With one final shove that sent a jolt of pain through your body, the vault door budged. Thick veins that string between the door and the wall snapped and spurted hot fluid that sizzled as it hit the water below. A dim grey light filtered into the room, enough to almost see by.

Edmund--
Oh no! The blood had made the stakes slick and hard to hold. You couldn't keep yourself balanced. You fell, crashing into other stakes and toward the jagged hole...
((Roll 2d10+Fortitude to endure the injuries.))

Colt--
The grey light filtered in and helped you see the shape of your discarded gun under rippling water.

[Thy Dungyeon Maestyr]

Shut the fuck UP doc!

Colt (unhinged)-
"Y'all are fucking lucky I--"

Oh yeah, I have a flashlight. I holstered the gun, whipped out my flashlight, tried to find Mills highest priority.

[∆§Indea§∆]

(Irrational)


Edmund-

”Aaaaaaaaaagh gaaahhh mmyy blooood!”

This was not a story to tell the grandkids.I flailed as I fell trying to slow my decent. At least there was water?



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((Hey Jara, we're almost at the end. If you aren't going to be available to do a few more posts in a row, do you mind if I split you into your own thread?))

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Edmund--
Augh... you slip toward the hole and barely escape with your skin intact. You catch on to the end of a stake and are able to flex your bare toes enough to touch solid land.

Colt--
You swing your flashlight around wildly, all the bizarre machinery casts sprawling shadows. Finally you see some slight motion. Mills is backed against a tangle of pipes. Butcher has the cloth over his head, and is aiming his gun right at Mills. He's shaking a little, it seems like they've been like that for several seconds at least.

[Thy Dungyeon Maestyr]

Oh good, Joe has the punk under control. Uh, wait...

Colt (unhinged)-
"JOE! My man! Good job, right? Got that guy under arrest, right? Talk to me."

I walked toward them. Slosh slosh.

[∆§Indea§∆]

(Irrational)


I stumbled onto land and the depths of the watery floor, the water even colder against my bare skin. I shivered as I looked around, trying to work out where everyone was. For any source of light. I hugged myself tightly feeling the small bumps on my skin. Was it really mine though?



Edmund-

"Colt? Butcher? Wait for me! Don't go without me."

I moved towards the voices, trying to avoid the hole or the stakes.

[Dr. Jar]

Harriet-

"AARGHHHHHHH! No! NO! No you don't!"

I scream into the void as the warm fluid (was it blood?) splattered on my body. As it gives, I step into the area beyond, and look at the darkness before me.

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Harriet--
You push through the door and stumble out in the same wet hallway as before. But this time, it is frigidly cold. The air is fresh, wafting from somewhere close.

((Going to split you into another thread shortly if you are amenable to it.))

Edmund & Colt--

Detective Butcher has some odd bit of black lace draped over his head. It obscures his face entirely, yet he seems capable of aiming his pistol straight at Mills's head. Mills is terrified into silence, and Butcher is shaking slightly, though his aim seems steady. He doesn't answer you, Colt.

[∆§Indea§∆]

(Irrational)


I waded until I was right behind Colt, careful to stay out of the light. It wouldn't exactly be flattering.

I did a double take, that veil looked a little familiar

Edmund-

"Where... Where did you find that? Where did he find that veil, Colt? Yeah... That's not what he's doing. He's not wrong though. It's all they really want and they're not exactly reasonable. They won't let him go... Won't let any of us go, until... I don't want to stay here... I'm... I'm losing it here."

I reached for a puffer that wasn't there, fingering air instead. Damn. I ran my hand through my hair instead. I really wanted my puffer.

[Thy Dungyeon Maestyr]

I whacked the shrink in the chest with a palm strike. Pow! Then I turned back to Joe.

Colt (unhinged)-
"JOE! COME ON!"

I got closer, close as I could get in the moment.

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Butcher started to lower the gun.



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Mills used the chance to slap it out of his hand. So hard that Butcher's wrist dislocated with a loud pop. He didn't cry out or react in any special way though. Mills stared at the place his face would be incredulously.

Mills-
"Take that thing off. Ya got me. Take me back to prison, assholes."

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[∆§Indea§∆]

(Irrational)


I wheezed with the impact stepping back in the water. Tears in my eyes.


Edmund-

”You... you hit me!

Sorry. I uh I’m sorry it was insensitive. I’m scared. I uh may have become more involved than I would like. Sorry Timothy. You deserve better. Well, you don’t but not this.

I think it’s a good idea to get that off him. Those creatures were horrible. Is he okay?”

[Thy Dungyeon Maestyr]

My face scrunched up in rage. I grabbed the cloth off Joe's head and jumped on Mills, trying to pull it over face.

Colt (unhinged)-
"Choke on this you fucking FUCK!"

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Colt--

Aughh you slip in the water trying to punk that fool out. He easily slips out of your grasp.

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...But it's a wash after he stumbles around foolishly as well. You both do a lot of growling and splashing around.

Butcher swayed on his feet like a boxer on the ropes. He watched you two for a couple seconds, then stared at Edmund uncomprehending. You all hear Harriet's splashing footsteps fade out of existence in the hall. Colt & Mills's wrestle match bumped back into Butcher.



He slapped Mills hard with his good hand. It caught Mills off balance and knocked him ass over teakettle back into the dirty water.

Butcher- (Irrational)
"Yeah, fuck you. Okay, let's go."

He marched off for the door, not bothering to look for his gun.···