Sidney James - Oxygen Tank (1d12 damage)
(option 3)
Hanging back, Sidney froze as she heard a voice, whispering to her.
“Rob?” She gasped, jerking around to search for him. She’d been sure he hadn’t come, and she hadn’t seen him on the tour… but the voice had been so real. Wide-eyed, the young woman sidled quickly after the others. In her hurry, however, her heeled boots did not take the wet floor well.
With a yelp, Sid found herself flat out on the floor in the sticky liquid, her front now covered from collar to knees. Her fingers curled in disgust as she pushed herself up, a grimace pulling her rings lips. “Ew…” She groaned as she got back to her feet and proceeded, much more carefully, after the others. At least she wasn’t the only one covered in this stuff.
(option 1)
The next choice was one of two… smiley face, drawn by a mad man intent on killing them, or frowny face, which really didn’t look much better.
“s**t.” Sid breathed. Not much for it though. Slipping after the group headed for the smiley door, she hefted her oxygen tank a little higher, trying not to think about what was coating her.
The door opened and they passed through, but rather than an exit… they were greeted with a person. An old man, from the looks of it… straight out of a horror movie. Sid felt her stomach lurch, looking at him, and in the back of her head, a voice whispered
thats how you could end up. The young woman whimpered as she back pedaled, bumping into others, but she wasn’t fast enough to escape the lunge of the diseased man.
A scream broke from her as she hefted her oxygen tank without thinking, swinging wildly to connect with the side of his head. He tumbled, dead or unconcious, she didn’t know, and Sidney darted back through the doors, chasing after the rest of the group. This seemed to be the right way… at least until they ran into yet ANOTHER locked door. The lights went out abruptly and that was it for ******** this s**t. ******** this hospital, ******** these people. I’m out of here.
Bright rainbow light bloomed as she tugged her pen out of her pocket and swept it in an arc over her head.
“Eros Asteroid Power, Make-up!” She gasped out, and the shifting hues swept over her in burst of heart shapes. She felt her clothing shift and settled into a new, familiar form, and relief came with it, knowing the strength that was now flooding her limbs.
Turning at the sound of laughter, the-now-super-Eros found their tourguide had transformed as well. Tall and terrible and frightening as hell, it seems the man they had spent the night
locked in a room with was actually one of the Negaverse monsters, and not a pretty shiney bug like All-One. Jerking back, Eros dodged behind others who were far more intent on doing the monster harm and let them at it.
It didn’t take long… the group was tired and furious about their ordeal, and they made short work of him. When he finally dusted and the mad man that had trapped them signaled their release, Eros was one of the first out the door, breaking into a desperate run for home.
She was going to have to report this to Quartz and get some sort of repayment for going through that bullshit, because that was NOT what she’d signed up for.
EXIT
