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Post by Sharei on Oct 3, 2021 10:13:37 GMT -6
Hey folks. This post I'm putting up is for informational purposes, and the full Halloween intro post will come later this afternoon. Do not post until after we have updated the second post. As usual, the thread will begin with introductory posts from all participants so characters can get their bearings. You’ll have a grace period of three rounds to talk to one another before we expect teams to really get started, so use them wisely! Also, to ease confusion and to ensure nothing gets missed, your DM-Duo have developed a format we wish you to make your posts in. Please follow the below guidelines, especially when it comes to rolling, so no numbers are missed. We expect you to do, and show, your own math. If you don’t add your modifiers we won’t add them for you. [OOC:] (Separate line. Please be brief but descriptive of all actions.)
[Rolls:] (Separate lines - DO NOT INCLUDE ROLLS IN OOC.) Example: Attack: Roll + Bonus = Final Perception: Roll + Bonus = Final Post words follow the OOC and roll lines.Please do not roll for anything unless we ask you to. Rolling preemptively causes confusion about when and where you should be rolling, and we’d like to avoid that. Rest assured that we will let you know in advance. Now, down to the nitty gritty need-to-knows. - Players have 25 HP.
- Players begin with nothing except a pair of undergarments.
- The event will be updated after 5pm EDT.
- Please try to keep posts concise. Novel-length posts make it difficult to read through all replies thoroughly.
- Players get a single character. If and when you die, that’s game over.
- Beast forms or special transformations and powers will be unavailable for the duration of this event.
- On occasion, DMs will roll for players in circumstances where a player may not be aware of a hazard. In these instances we will let you know you’ve been rolled for, but we may choose not to share the resulting number.
- This event takes place in a dream. Characters are unlikely to recall current events in their real time storyline that might be affecting them mentally or emotionally. If you want your character to remember outside events, you can, but be aware that you don’t have to. Characters are not aware that this is a dream.
Reminder: No characters will be allowed to remember anything that happens during this event. Nor are they allowed to remember any previous versions of Halloween. That is considered meta knowledge and you might be asked to leave. And now for team assignments! Security District | Admin District | Engineering District | Market District | Casmir | Hau | Sarkany | Kail | August | Kira | Cassius | Simon | Samael | Jedidiah | Moonstone | Takui |
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Post by Sharei on Oct 3, 2021 16:59:03 GMT -6
[Security]
You wake in total darkness. Or, at least, that’s what it seems like at first. Consciousness is slow to return, but as you fumble your way to wakefulness you realize you’re laying on a cold, smooth floor. There’s something hard at your back - a wall, your brain tells you, as you feel it in the darkness.
There’s also light, now that you’re starting to get your bearings. Small at first, you hardly notice the blinking red indicator on the dark, square silhouette above you. Or it’s dozens of companions, each a line of tiny pinpricks.
As your eyes adjust you realize that you’re laying in a hexagonal room. The bottom half of the walls are some kind of grey, smooth surface. The upper half of the walls are clear glass, at the top of which hang black-screened monitors, each with a blinking red light.
In the center of this room are three chairs, each sitting with it's back to the others. Around the group of them is a console of buttons and switches with associating numbers, although whatever they pertain to is lost to you at the moment.
At the back of the room are two dark colored doors, side by side. One is an elevator door. The buttons are unlit, unresponsive, and the door itself looks sturdy and well built. The other seems to be a security door of some kind. Automated, reinforced, with a tiny view window. Non-functional.
[Admin]
There's a scratchiness against your cheek, as wakefulness swam up to greet you. A distinct scent of false lemons and chemical cleaner curled in your nostrils.
Carpet. Thin, scratchy carpet.
Opening your eyes greets you with a smooth surface in front and above you. A few moments of appraisal (or perhaps sitting up too fast) reveals you are beneath a desk. A gap is present at your eyeline, allowing you to just about make out filing cabinets, scattered papers and pens and what might be the underside of a plant pot. The world around you, what little you can see, is bathed in a dull, pulsing red, hardly enough to discern detail with.
Emerging from beneath the desk reveals a glass-fronted office room, through the translucent walls of which two other figures may be made out. A corridor connects these other rooms - a stark divide of darker carpet between two halves of near-identical offices on each side - and stretches off into the dimly lit distance until you are unable to make out where the end of said corridor may be. Various furniture has been tipped, the contents of drawers and cabinets, or objects that may have been atop desks, strewn throughout the room. Computer monitors lay smashed, or dead and black upon their allotted desk tops. Above you are strips of emergency lighting - the source of the eerie red glow - flanking larger squares that show no signs of the light they should be emitting.
[Engineering]
It was the light you noticed first.
Red. Angry. An intermittent and insistent flash that penetrated the sanctity of your eyelids to rouse you rather abruptly from slumber.
Next came the muffled but unmistakable blare of not one, but many overlapping alarms; each interfering with the others as though vying for individual attention. Their sounds emerged from what had briefly been an unnatural silence to pierce the air around you.
Opening your eyes reveals a confusing, haphazard tangle of cables, wires, metal scraps, bottles of oils, tubes of adhesive, tiles and other such paraphernalia strewn across the floor, battered shelving and your own body, as well as that of two companions nearby, in a scene illuminated by the here-and-gone-again of that angry, flashing red. No other light penetrates. Hard, unforgiving metal walls, not quite grimy but most certainly unkempt and dented, stretch tall and imposing far above you. Each sport brackets and attachments, floor to ceiling, that should have housed the variety of shelves and equipment currently littered around and atop you. A faded, spray painted lettering and number system is visible alongside these brackets, though whether the items previously stored on the shelving followed any storage protocol is now anyone's guess.
Though covered in various items, it is easy enough to free yourself - though given the occasional shelf still hanging on to it's brackets above you, one should watch their head!
A single door is visible at both far ends of the space you find yourself in, each one illuminated faintly by a row of small, green emergency lights at the top, so that one might find it even in the dark.
[Market]
You blink awake to the sensation of warmth along one side of your body. The sound of sparks, the crackle of flame.
Fire.
You’re not in immediate danger, thankfully. The fire, tall and blazing as it is, is out of arm’s reach. It completely blocks a large, industrial bulkhead door that stands at one end of the massive corridor you find yourself in.
A corridor that, as you examine your surroundings, is flanked on either side by glass storefronts and yellow emergency lights. Mannequin silhouettes and odd objects you don’t recognize stand in those storefronts, but the contents are smashed or knocked over. Much of the glass itself is spread out over the floor, a hazard to your bare feet. The hallway continues, on and on, shop after shop, until another spot of crackling fire lights up the distance. Are those stairs at the far end? Hard to tell from here.
What you can make out however, is the stirring bodies of two others nearby. And when you look up, past the second floor balconies and the glass ceiling, the sight hat opens up to you is the vast darkness and glittering stars of deep space.
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Post by Pearl Dragon on Oct 3, 2021 17:53:39 GMT -6
[OOC:] Kira awakens, slowly stands from under the desk and becomes afraid at her own disorientation. She spots the figures and is worried she is somewhere she shouldn't be, so she tries to stay small and think of an excuse to explain her presence in case she is discovered. She worriedly assumes the figures may have already spotted her, if she can see them. [Rolls:] N/A [HP:] 25
When Kira's eyes opened, she turned her head to the side and almost pressed her cheek further into the scratchy surface. She was laying down, she knew that, and the sensation of the rough texture against her cheek almost had an itch-scratching sensation, making her want to press into it.
But then, the dazed and sleepy feeling was slowly interrupted by the fake scent of citrus, a smell that seemed to swim in her nostrils. She lifted her head, gazing around the dim, reddened room. She didn't quite know where she was, and the more she laid there, the more her brain seemed to stumble over getting its bearings. She seemed to want the area to feel familiar, although it wasn't. She felt a sense of duty, but also her ever-present curiosity, lingering in her waking mind. Carefully, Kira pushed herself, yawning drowsily as she stood hunkered under the desk that covered her before slowly stepping out from under it. She peered forward, sniffing at the odd lemon smell and wondering what to do with herself. There seemed to be a translucent wall, or barrier, through which she could faintly see the silhouette of figures. Kira felt a dull nervous twitch at the discovery of these figures, and she quickly began to regain her senses at least enough to warn her that she might've dozed off in a bad spot, that she might get in trouble if caught here. Wherever here was.
Around her, Kira spotted quite the mess. There were flat white things, paper as her memory explained to her, and furniture strewn about. She looked towards the corridor leading out from where she stood, and it seemed to lead to the other spaces where the figures were. Now that she was standing out in the open, and not under the desk, she became afraid that those figures could see her too, at least if she could see them. She ducked back a bit, trying to remain small, and her mind raced for an excuse as to why she was here.
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Post by luscen on Oct 3, 2021 18:51:50 GMT -6
[OOC:] Casmir wakes up, then carefully and silently takes stock of his surroundings. He does not notice his companions in his cursory sweep, and instead looks at the nearby console. [Rolls:] N/A [HP:] 25
Casmir felt unusually groggy, a change from his typical habit of light sleeping. He wondered idly if perhaps he'd had too much zupa grzybowa, last night, but his concern over the effects of mushroom soup were quickly dispersed by the realization that he was on a cold floor as opposed to his familiar mattress.
The Hunter kept himself very still, his years of discipline tempering the alarm coursing through him. Cracking one eye open, he swept his gaze across the area, taking in his surroundings: the room he was in was unfamiliar to him, but otherwise there was no indication of immediate danger, nor any unfamiliar voices, so Casmir sat up to take a more detailed look around.
Upon a glance, this looked like some kind of security room- the first thing that drew his attention was a steadily blinking red light above him. There were chairs arranged in the middle of the room, providing a proper field of vision to the dark, glass-like walls and surveillance monitors hanging from them. There was a console circling the chairs, buttons and switches all line up in ordered rows. Two doors sat at the back of the room, but aside from that nothing was out of the ordinary.
A quick self-examination, meanwhile, told him he was effectively unarmed- clad only in his muscle-shirt and shorts, whoever had abducted him - however they'd abducted him, at that, given that he'd been in his Safe House at the time - clearly didn't want him to have any weapons on hand.
Putting aside the how's and why's for the moment, Casmir directed his attention to the console again. 'Looks pretty sophisticated for a holding area...' he mused, moving towards the closest chair and looking at the console. 'But who dumped me in the watchtower of a prison, rather than a cell?'
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Post by beastly on Oct 3, 2021 19:11:15 GMT -6
[Ooc:] Simon woke up confused, looked around, and deduced he was not in the mall. He noticed his sense of smell was off after sniffing the air. After waking up fully Simon became concerned that something bad happened land that others may be around he went to check on Kail and Takui and called out, asking if anyone was hurt or out there. [Rolls] n/a [Hp] 25
Simon blinked awake, heavily confused by the situation he found himself in. He pushed himself into a sitting position, and looked around in bewilderment. His first thought was that he had escaped on a full moon, and now he had broken into the local mall- but no. He knew what the mall looked like. This wasn't it. It didn't look like morning. He sniffed the air, and concerningly it yielded much less info than normal.
The small man stood as soon as his brain fully woke up, stepping back away from the fire as carefully as he could, looking around the broken shop displays. Something bad must have happened here- maybe he hit his head, he couldn't remember- was anyone else around? He focused in on that. Spotting two figures on the ground, Simon approached.
"Hey- are you okay? Are you awake? Is-," Simon turned to call to the room," Is anyone else here? Hurt?"
He only dimly registered he was wearing only his paw print and dog bone boxers, but there would be time to question that and be flustered later.
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Post by kilnarak on Oct 3, 2021 20:21:29 GMT -6
[OOC:] Moonstone wakes up and has a concern. He doesn't know where he is and he is frightened of the two 'human' figures he woke up with. He tries to hide behind some shelves. [Rolls:] N/A [HP:] 25
Something bright flashed behind his closed eyelids, not lightning-bright but close, and Moonstone awoke abruptly. The scents here were wrong - metal, oil, chemical - nothing like the green scents of home; he expected burning-wood smell, the flashing lights a fire, but it wasn't so. Other thoughts raced through his head, thoughts of unfamiliar places, of ancient technological ruins, a word in an alien tongue: Oyevat - but that flash of insight was even more confusing. His fur standing on end and his eyes wide, Moonstone picked himself up off the floor slowly, pushing off the mechanical stuff that must have fallen atop him.
Looking around he saw two others: humans. He flinched and dropped to all fours, scurrying back toward the piles of stuff littering the room, then ducked behind a partially toppled shelf. Maybe they wouldn't see him? Maybe they could help him - sometimes humans were helpful, but it felt more likely that they weren't. Humans had weapons he didn't understand, they came hunting, killing. His ears pinned and he hunkered down, glancing to either side to look for a way out of the room.
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Post by Vaitris on Oct 3, 2021 20:51:23 GMT -6
[OOC: Hau wakes and takes a look around. He’s confused but tries calling out to the other figures he sees.] [HP: 25]
Hau rolled over and muzzily realized he couldn't feel the weight of his blankets anymore, they must have slipped off sometime during the night. Without bothering to open his eyes, he reached out for them but found nothing except stiff, scratchy carpet. In fact, he could feel that under the whole length of him, from cheek to feet. With a jolt of surprise, he sat up and looked around.
This wasn't his bed and his nest of Zavijah-donated furs. And the blinking red light wasn’t the glow from his alarm clock either. In the faint illumination he could make out a variety of desks and computers and other debris on the floor around him, much of it scattered or overturned as though it'd been the victim of some sort of violence. Or a robbery. What was this place? An office? How did he get here? His memory couldn’t supply any answers. Confused, he looked around for more clues and became aware he wasn’t alone. Which was unfortunate, because he also realized just then that he only had on the boxer briefs he'd gone to bed in.
With a bitten off noise of dismay, he moved behind one of the overturned pieces of furniture so his near nudity wasn’t as obvious but he wasn’t completely hidden. In this dimness he couldn’t really make out the other figures, although one did seem overly tall? It could just be a trick of the darkness though. “Hello?”
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Post by MP on Oct 3, 2021 22:03:15 GMT -6
[OOC: Sarkany is distressed by the flashing light, realizes abilities are off the table, and checks out the nearest door.] [Rolls: n/a] [HP: 25]
Even in his sleep, Sarkany frowned. He raised a hand as if to brush away a cobweb. The movement sent something cold and smooth slithering off his arm. An alarm filtered into his awareness. But it was the light that woke him. A flat red wall behinds his eyelids, a dull throb against his open eyes.
“Aash,” he groaned, raising a hand to screen his face.
Metal walls, red then dark then red again. Shelves. Litter. A furtive outline scampering by. The entire room was flashing, wailing, but he knew he’d never seen it before. Sarkany narrowed his eyes to slivers, squinting from between the fingers of his hand. Was he working? Hunting? He wasn’t sure. It was hard to focus through the light and the noise.
“Aht,” he said, the word like a curse as another flash lit his vision red. Every blink left an afterimage. And there was no relief.
Sarkany frowned at his hand. He tried Lus next. Then Loi. He tried to slip into his natural shape and put a sturdier hide between him and the cold metal. Nothing - not even a drop in energy to show he’d tried. The corners of his mouth turned down. One of those places, it seemed.
He stood, heedless of modesty or the lack of replacement clothing, feeling his way to the nearest door. What he wanted was a blindfold. A screen. Something to cut the damned light. He paid the other figures only a cursory glance.
“Officer Dog,” he said, trying to listen through the alarm for anything beyond the door. “Out of uniform. I take it this isn’t your jurisdiction.”
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Post by okami1reeka333 on Oct 3, 2021 22:36:03 GMT -6
[OOC: Jedidiah bopped his head on the desk. Looks around before responding to Hau before asking if they are alright.] [Rolls: na] [HP:25]
Jedidiah:
He could of sworn he was on his bed before jolting up. . .emitting a hardy thud when he found the desk with his head. . .he winced and held his head . . .
Well, he's defintly not home. . . Wait, why does he have boxers on? . . . .
He glanced around the dully lit area, red flickering in a slow warning like in one of those movies. . . He probably shouldn't of watched that Alien series with the chest busters before bed. .
He moved to get up, using the desk as a means to stand up. His boxers sporting gears, robots, nuts and bolts along with a 'protect your nuts!' With the robots seeming hold onto the various hardware as if their programing depended on it.
The screens looked bashed in and litter, paper and supplies tossed about. . . Not a place they should remain, he thinks.
"Hello?" He heard from within the room . .
"Hello? I'm here. " he replied. . .wait a minute- "Hau is that you??" He called. He then noticed another figure that seemed to cower . "Is everyone alright?" He asked.
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Post by indeath on Oct 3, 2021 23:10:22 GMT -6
[OOC: August realizes he’s not in his cupboard. He is bothered by not having night vision. Mourns the lack of ladies in the room and tries to assist Casmir. He’s just a regular guy...] [Rolls: n/a] [HP: 25]
For a moment August was confused, had his cupboard grown? It smelt different for starters and was a little harder. He open his eyes squinting in the dark, it took him a moment to adjust but it shouldn’t have… He rubbed at them trying to work out why he couldn’t see like normal. Was this what it was like to need glasses? This wasn’t his cupboard, the weird flashing lights were a dead giveaway and the guy looking at the console… in his underwear? There was another form too. What kind of dream was this? August looked down realizing he was also in his undies, the ones with pink unicorns all over. His pale white skin almost glowing in the dark. At least the other blokes wouldn’t be able to clock his distinct lack of scars and blemishes. Still this wasn’t like the normal dreams he had in his underwear, there was usually less blokes and more bosomy ladies. Shame.
He sat up, trying to get his bearings. The moving guy hadn’t seemed to notice him. He moved next to him and gave him a light tap on the shoulder.
“Hey there… are ya… do ya know what the buttons do? Lawdamimbo! Oh ermm I’m August… Just a regular guy ya know…”
He smiled widely, teeth white in the darkness. He wanted to be helpful but unless it was an editing studio he had no idea what the buttons did. He hoped red was a good color for flashing.
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Post by jarahamee on Oct 3, 2021 23:42:33 GMT -6
(OOC: Cassius looks around, then untangles himself from the objects on and around him. He greets Sarkany and notes the door to get out of this space. He surveys the area for danger as he listens, then moves to open the door.)
[Rolls:] N/A [HP:] 25
Cassius had the feeling he was in a submarine again. It had that stifling mechanical quality to it. But why was he on the floor? Low oxygen? That might explain the blaring alarms, but he felt good. Maybe the ship had been hit…
It didn’t matter. He rolled to a sitting position, shrugging off the tools and equipment that littered his scarred body as he moved. He had places to be, and his wife was waiting for him. The lack of clothing seemed natural enough, though he had no idea where he had been sleeping.
He wore clothes more for the comfort of others than his own. He surveyed the room and noted two other beings in it. His friend Sarkany, and another who seemed familiar. The old werewolf could not place his face, but it would make a good impression to be polite enough before he began to hunt in earnest.
The starkly naked man huffed in laughter at Sarkany’s comment and put an arm around his body in a half-hug, kissing his cheek. Cassius did not seem to think anything of either the intimacy or strangeness of his behavior.
“Salve, my friend. Let’s get out of this room. It looks like a submarine in here…”
He then remembered the civilian and nodded in greeting to him, inclining his head in what he hoped was a non threatening manner.
“I am Cassius. You should stay with us…”
He gestured towards the creature in a come-here manner, trying his best to look friendly. It admittedly wasn’t his forte. His crooked mouth and lean face gave him a cruel look, and most of his exposed skin was covered in old scars. His body was muscular, and had a lean, hungry look to it. The human seemed at home, both in the darkness, and without clothing.
He hesitated a moment, as if waiting for Moonstone to accept his invitation, before moving towards the door, listening a moment before opening it.
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Post by Marshmallow on Oct 4, 2021 2:19:32 GMT -6
[OOC: Takui wakes up in a strange place and assumes a combat stance. When no threat appears, she takes in her surroundings, and questions Simon when she notices him approaching.]
Rolls: N/A
Odd sensations and peculiar lighting prickled at her awareness, ringing faint alarm bells in her subconscious.
Takui's first groggy impulse was to roll over and burrow deeper into the blankets. Except, there was nothing there. Her sleepy expression creased with a frown of confusion. The frown deepened as she registered heat at her back, the odd crackle of flames she couldn't remember starting. Then she found herself questioning why the floor was so cold and hard. And there came the soft sound of footsteps and the calling of an unfamiliar voice.
Scarlet eyes snapped open. Takui jolted awake and rolled to her feet with the grace of a panther. She immediately took a combat-ready stance, despite the fact that she was unarmed and unarmored. And very nearly nude; the only shred of clothing clinging to her lithe and scarred body was a pair of threadbare black linen shorts.
That in itself she didn't find particularly odd, but the obvious lack of her bedroll and supplies sent a prickle of paranoia down her spine. Had she been found? Captured? But, no... This hardly resembled a holding cell, and even though she had apparently been stripped of her weapons and armor, she hadn't even been restrained.
Slowly, the dhampir straightened and turned in place, scanning the ruined surroundings suspiciously. Something felt... off. She couldn't quite explain it, but it loosely felt like her senses were dulled. As she squinted though one of the broken store windows, she could make out precious little of the shadowy interior.
Eventually, her gaze came to land on the stranger slowly approaching. There was another figure lying in the debris, but her attention was drawn to the one currently standing just a few short paces away. He was in a similar state of undress, and wore a look of concern. Takui narrowed her eyes, but she could see clearly that he was unarmed.
"What in the Sam Hill is goin' on here?"
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Post by qhostqrowls on Oct 4, 2021 4:14:00 GMT -6
[OOC: Kail is unnerved by his lack of heightened abilities, asks Takui and Simon if they recognize their surroundings and asks for their names] rolls: N/A
The heat was what woke him. Kail sat up abruptly, panic squeezing at his chest. He'd only just started using the fireplace, and that was so Hunt didn't freeze - had she knocked a log over by accident? The place was all old wood, it would go up like a tinderbox.
But the room that he opened his eyes to was not the messy interior of the cabin. The wendigo's brow furrowed in confusion, and then in distrust at sight of two others within the corridor.
He pushed himself off the ground, glass crunching beneath his hooves. His scowl deepened when he failed to pick up either individuals scents, and he slunk closer with a foul expression. By the sound of it they were both as clueless as he was. He pricked his ears and felt a thrill of unease at the dull sound that filtered back. He ran his tongue across his teeth, only slightly calmed to find his fangs as sharp as ever.
"Either of you seen this place before?" He looked Simon up and down when he spoke, eyes narrowed. The guy sure was short. Looked harmless enough. The woman, on the other hand, was scarred enough for all three of them, and definitely not human.
His gaze flicked very abruptly to her face and then quickly back to the man. No shirt. None of them were fully clothed. All he had on was a pair of tatty plain boxers. He crossed his arms across his chest with an audible sigh, ears flattening against his hair.
"Names?" He demanded.
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Post by NightshadeVII on Oct 4, 2021 14:17:13 GMT -6
(OOC: Samael is uncomfortable. He proceeds to get his bearings and wonder what in the world is going on. Upon noticing the monitors, he decides to inspect them.) Rolls: N/A Hp: 25
Consciousness came slower than usual and waking up was, for once, a groggy and unpleasant experience. Normally, the dullahan was quick to awake from his rests, snapping in and out of consciousness in seconds, whereas this was like trudging through knee-deep mud back to wakefulness. His sight was slow to return too, returning in splotches, unpredictable and unreliable, making it hard to count on his his sight to orient himself. The experience was unsettling. Samael looked like a corpse, lying as he were, headless, without breathing or moving in the slightest. The floor beneath him was cold, as were the wall, and the light, flickering, was out of place. The room was unrecognizable, cold and indifferent to his presence. As his vision pieced itself together fully, he saw figures in the dark with him, unrecognizable in the dim light. When finally the realization hit that he wasn’t where he was supposed to be, that this was not where he had stopped to rest, he shot up, the recognizable faux, glass-like head materializing quickly. The last thing he wanted was to be caught off-guard. The clothes he wore felt… strange, proving to be a pair of pajama pants and a sleeping sweatshirt. In general, he lacked all the layers he so liked to wear. His heavy-duty shoes, and more importantly, his gloves, were also nowhere to be seen, revealing corpse-like hands. But he didn’t have time to dwell on his own vanity. The dullahan was more focused on finding out where he was and how to get out of here. He wasn’t exactly keen on staying any longer than necessary.
Slowly, making little to no sound barefoot, Samael approached the two other figures in the room, just as one of them began to speak. That voice, he reckonized that voice. So had August finally decided to attempt to get back at the dullahan for his friendly hazing? But that didn’t explain the other person, the blonde was unknown to Samael, and potentially a threat, until proven otherwise.
“Mr Hayze, are you alright?”, Samael greeted his coworker politely, calm as always, his doubled voice echoing in the room, much louder than he would have liked. The dullahan was just about to ask the blonde to idenitfy themselves, when the flashing of the screens caught his attention, arranged all throughout the rooms. What in the world could they be for? Coming to a stop besides August, the dullahan decided to study the screens for a moment, hoping any of them could provide insight into what was going on.
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Post by Sharei on Oct 4, 2021 16:51:43 GMT -6
[Security]
Upon inspection it soon became clear that the three sets of consoles are identical in make and function. The buttons and switches are all placed in the exact same way, and their arrangement feels strangely intuitive. As Casmir leans over the one he’s in front of, what at first appears to be a hologram pops up in front of him. Closer inspection reveals that the light is projected on a thin, previously invisible sheet of glass. Glowing blue letters flash across the panel. User biometrics not on file. Activate TETRA INFORMATION SYSTEM for assistance? Over with Samael, inspection of the screens reveals a small power button next to the red blinking light. The monitors have power, but they appear to be turned off. You can easily reach to turn them back on if you wish. From this position you also notice the view out the window. The room you’re in appears to be at ceiling-level, suspended very high over a lower, open space - a promenade. The promenade is the same hexagon shape as the security room you find yourself in, just much, much bigger, and in the far distance you can see the dark shape of a bulkhead door on the far wall. Looking around there appear to be three of them, each on different walls. [Admin]Seeking to meet up with your compatriots places at least some of your group, however briefly, in the connecting corridor. Once outside the frosted glass offices, certain things become more apparent - notably, the row of small green lights just barely visible in the distance of each direction. Other than that, the only notable things are the offices themselves, your companions and the ever-present, unspoken warning of the red lighting. [Engineering] As you navigate towards the door, the vibrant red light continues its incessant flashing. The blaring array of alarms continue their caterwauling without respite. Though, given the quantity of materials discarded across the floor and disjointed shelves, perhaps something not stained with oil, or otherwise ruined/hazardous, could be used to block out the distraction? As it turns out, one such piece of material connects with Sarkany's fingers as you make your way along. Hardly more than a strip of cloth, it is at least mercifully clean and unstained, as well as long enough to wrap around your head. The door you approach is a thick and heavy thing; a roughly human-average slab of reinforced metal and locking pins not dissimilar to a bulkhead. Unlike what you might see on a submarine, however, this door meets two halves in the middle and doesn't have an obvious circular handle to unlock it. Instead, a seam on each half reveals a closed panel and the handle it hides beneath. Sarkany's groping efforts also connected with a panel to the door's side. Flat, cool and easily large enough for a spread hand. It flickers weakly to life, spluttering a message of computerised block letters stating; EMERGENCY POWER. AUTOMATED LOADING DOOR ACCESS UNAVAILABLE.Now that you are closer, it becomes apparent that the bulkhead-eske door is part of a larger, secondary hanger-style door that stretches above and to the sides of you. Should it open, it would easily be wide enough to allow a half dozen people abreast, or perhaps vehicular access. Lettering upon and beside the door(s) also becomes visible, stating in simple, stark lettering; FABRICATIONTo the left of the door, previously obscured by the layout and general chaos of the room, is a strange, out-of-place device. Oddly clean and shiny compared to the room it is situated in, a giant cylinder looms out of the darkness whenever illuminated by a flare of red light. Cassius decides to open the door, which requires a surprising amount of force, though is by no means insurmountable for the officer. On the other side is a similarly red-bathed room, with two notable objects inside; the first, an impressive, glass-fronted machine, at least 8ft tall and 20ft in length. A darkened monitor is affixed to the near side of the device. The second object, against the opposite wall to the first, is a similarly dark monitor screen, though far larger than the one attached to the machine. There is also another large door, directly across from where you enter. [ GM Notes: Should anyone wish to investigate the strange machines, please roll a Logic + EITHER Investigate or Mechanics, if you have them.] [Market] Players have not moved and nothing has changed.
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