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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Feb 7, 2013 12:49:16 GMT -8
Anna- "True that. I hope it ain't as crazy as Cornish or REI up there." Onwards and upwards! The problem on this floor is readily apparent. There is a stain spreading out from under the door of Studio B, darkest at its origin and fading to invisibility as it reaches the part of the lobby nearest them. It looks like the relative darkness is relative quantity of mold or mildew, worst the closer one gets to the source of the water damage. The floor here is stable, but you know in that room it is probably total mush.
In the middle of the floor, a neatly folded piece of paper has the KOMO4 letterhead, surrounded by arrows in red Sharpie. Was it left there on purpose?
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Feb 7, 2013 12:50:57 GMT -8
Seth went to pick up the paper with little hesitation. Anna- "Read it out loud." He did so. Seth- "It's in a woman's handwriting, I think. 'Don't go in Studio B. It's fucked up in there. Also, I assume you're here for information. We don't have much. King 5 got the scoop, and KIRO 7 is closeby. They might have more than we did. Take care of yourselves. And if you see Steve Pool, trust him. He will help you. The following is a list of the people working here that night, and their status as of the time we left:
Dead -' There's a big list here. Um, plus some people injured, and ... Oh look, Steve Pool is alive."
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Post by Dr. Jar on Feb 7, 2013 13:57:38 GMT -8
"Do you think Steve Pool is still here?" He has no idea who Steve Pool is, though frowns at the long list of dead. Then Anna was right, but it had been confusing enough he could not really be sure. "King 5?" He asks Seth thoughtfully. They seemed to have investigated radiostations before, and come up with nothing, he was not sure what to think. ((Actually, King 5 is a rival TV station - the one that did the original mummy broadcast. During the time warp, Seth visited it, but fire had eaten all the evidence.))"What do you think, Sir?" He stands straight and watches Seth quietly. Seth- "Well I doubt he's still here, or he probably would've come to say hello. Man! Steve Pool! That guy seems so nice."
Anna- "I know! Those eyes!"
Seth- "Well it says 'he'll help you', I wonder what that means? Is he like, some rogue good-doer in this crazy world? That's like... so inspiring."
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Post by Gillsing on Feb 7, 2013 14:56:35 GMT -8
Ben- "Wow. Very thoughtful of them to leave a note like this. I guess we'd better copy what we need and leave it for someone else to find? In case we're not going to be the last to come here." Ben got out a pen and a notepad from his knapsack and proceeded to write down the list of people, starting with the ones who were alive at the time."Strange though. Why would someone leave a note if they weren't the last to leave? Seems like the ones who stay should be the ones to offer a greeting to visitors. Unless they were all too busy being injured or taking care of the wounded."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Feb 7, 2013 15:06:12 GMT -8
Anna- "I think it's safe to assume they left the note because they were the last to leave, taking the injured with them. Maybe Steve Pool is their leader, or he went a separate way. I guess the real question is do we wanna take this note's word for it and skip the rest of this building, head over to channel 7? Do we have a moral duty to burn the ghost in Studio B if we can?"
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Post by Gillsing on Feb 7, 2013 16:13:06 GMT -8
Ben- "Well, we're already here, so it would make sense to look around. Apart from the black mold problem, of course. Which is about the only thing that would hold me back from going into Studio B to burn that ghost. Not so much because of a duty, but the less undead we have in the city, the better." Ben kept writing down the names of people he might never see. The world could be a small place sometimes, so who knew who might want this information some day?
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Post by Dr. Jar on Feb 7, 2013 17:07:54 GMT -8
"We should kill this ghost and get out of here. I suppose the rest of our questions are, how do we kill mummies, and how do we kill those things from REI and the Art School." He grumbles, looking over at the dark studio. "We have time to visit the other tv station."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Feb 9, 2013 12:13:41 GMT -8
Seth- "I hate to say, but I am curious what's making that big smooshy thing in the ceiling. I'll go in there.. who's with me?"
Anna- "Dammit. I don't want to, but fine." Seth went up to the door of Studio B.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Feb 9, 2013 12:37:38 GMT -8
Ash followed, the cloth over his face again as he continued. No use inhaling about a million spores from water damage. "They must have had a plan." He remarks from nowhere, muffled under his scarf. "How many of the powerful ones are there?" He sort of directs this towards Anna or Seth. "The mummy kid's friends. He must have at least a few smart ones..You know most of the things we met have not seemed self-aware enough to fight strategically. Maybe he just dropped them." ((OOC: The first one was a comment to himself about how strategic the attacks were. He hadn't even seen it for himself, but now they know. The second is to Seth or Anna about the Mummykid and his friends))
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Feb 9, 2013 12:43:57 GMT -8
Anna- "We just don't have any way to know... yet."
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Post by Gillsing on Feb 9, 2013 15:00:29 GMT -8
Ben moved with the others to the Studio B door. Maybe that black 'smooshy thing' wasn't quite as natural as Anna had said? He got ready to light the flare on his staff, and waited for a sign that it would be needed. He also wished he had brought a scarf, but he hoped that breathing through his nose would catch most of the spores that may be in the air. Ben- "Well, I'm ready. Let's see true horror."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Feb 9, 2013 15:28:07 GMT -8
Anna- "Oh hell no, Ben. Here." Anna gave Ben a black bandanna to put over his nose and mouth. Then they got under way...
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Feb 9, 2013 15:35:27 GMT -8
Seth glanced back at his compatriots for just a moment, before pulling the door open. His torch was still lit from before. Darkness. Not as overpowering as they might have expected from the blackened state of the window bubble, but very dark. Mold. Mildew. Horror. They used their face masks, but it was still hellish and disturbing. Seth kept very quiet, and crept forward into the darkness, holding his torch up high, and quickly looking between the floor and the ceiling, looking for danger.
His foot found danger. Before he got three steps in, he noticed the floor had gone soft, and sagged in a massive pit. He nimbly stepped back and appraised the situation. No one was able to follow him in yet.
It would be possible to walk along the outside of the room, but very carefully, and not without some risk of the floor collapsing anyway. Ashley was finally able to see into the room. To go in, he'd have to be single file behind Seth, or single file the other direction. Ben and Anna couldn't quite see in there yet, with dudes in the way.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Feb 9, 2013 16:47:39 GMT -8
Ashley walks single file behind Seth, without following him too closely, eyes to the floor, holding a flair. He holds his crowbar in the other anyways, and keeps a hand out to grab Seth if he ends up slipping off into nothingless down the floor.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Feb 9, 2013 18:14:28 GMT -8
Seth gestured for Ashley to hold back, the more bodies on the weak floor, the riskier it was. Anna was peering out into the room but didn't enter. Ben could also peer into the room, and the great slime pit taking up the majority of the floor. He could tell the blackness inside of the bubbled window (from this side looking more grey) was only scorching from the fire. The room's appearance was consistent with Anna's theory about water damage from sprinkler heads. But it still looked and smelled like some kind of exotic religion's conception of hell.
Seth kept close to the wall, walking slowly. His flare caught a movement in the dark. Everyone seemed to notice it at the same time. Down in the pit, zombies began to stir. The horrible mold-crusted beings held up arms like beggars seeking alms, blackened glistening flesh sliding off to reveal gleaming bone. They began to groan, and try to grip the floor. Could their movement cause a collapse?
Seth skittered back to the wall, wondering how bad could a floor collapse be? What if the whole thing went down and he was sent down into a writhing pit of zombies? He reached for something on the wall to cling to, finding some kind of equipment rack bolted there, and tried to decide what his next move was. He looked back at Ashley with a serious expression while he pondered the rotten situation. Down below, the zombies couldn't find purchase, but kept pulling chunks of floor and sheets of slimy mold in on themselves. The scene was thoroughly vile, making the dim light merciful.
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