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The grey hands shot up and grabbed, and the shock of the experience froze Noah where he was. He was pulled down into the pit easily.

He landed in something wet, slick and floaty and uneven, something that even through the makeshift face mask smelled horrendous enough to make his stomach heave. He struggled to his feet, trying not to think about what he'd landed on, what he'd felt as he put his hand out to shove himself off the floor, the splashing, the way his coat now hung wetly off him ... there were screams and yells, shouts in the pitch-black, and they were all down here now. He was alive. That was gonna have to do for now.

Through the clamor he heard a familiar voice, one that pitched up into a scream, and he turned toward the sound in the dark, sloshed unsteadily in that direction. "Pey?" he yelled. "Are you -- where are you?"

He tripped over something (something) and landed heavily on his hands and knees, in several inches of viscous liquid. Liquid. There was something hard and rectangular and not organic under his right hand, and he seized on that distraction to keep himself from thinking about what he was kneeling in. He lifted it out of the liquid and felt it, felt a slithering wriggling thing skitter off it and drop with a plop, and focused desperately on the shape of the object. It was a tin. A bandage tin, he thought. It was a good find. Useful.

Laz paced in his mind, alert and watchful, his presence practically quivering.

HP: 35/40
Item: Bandages

stormy hp: 35/50
inventory: x1 runic bandages, x1 length of rope

It was hard to tell, but she wavered at his response. Belatedly Stormy wondered if she was angering him. And then, rather darkly, she wondered if that really was the extent of it, or if Gale was restraining himself because of their dire straits. It didn't seem right; then again, she didn't believe it would be until someone hit her for it.

Maybe...She started taking deep breaths and repeated it to herself, maybe maybe maybe, as she wound the rope around her.

Thane, too busy trying to force her memories from bleeding into each other, could not comment on the disturbing thoughts.

"We won't die," she told Melvin with sudden, eerie calmness. "The bugs will eat us, but we won't die." It was the closest to positivity she could get, though even that was marred by the hollow look in her eyes, thanks to the light of what few runic flashlights had been found. It was also a little easier to tell that she was favoring a foot and that something was wrapped around her shoulder and torso.

She turned to Gale with the same odd tranquility. "We're useful," Stormy murmured. "They fed us to a Titan. Maybe the Circle again. Lured us right in. Lunch time." She brushed her fingers down the length of rope until she found one of its ends, offering it to them in the very dim light.

"Ariadne's thread."

In the darkness, Hanna could hear Nora calling out. Instinct told her to move toward her, but her attempts so far had only yielded her a potential-tablet-stone and a worsening injury. The trainee had no desire to further impede her ability to walk so she stayed in place, trying not to sink to her knees at the horrific smell.

A sudden beam of light split the darkness -- and Hanna immediately wished it hadn't. "Holy s**t," she murmured. Bugs crawled everywhere. She trailed the beam to an unfamiliar boy (Jasper). "Cami, can you find an exit--" But then the light was out.

The thunk of various people stumbling across various things had Hanna's mind reeling. She heard another girl mentioning a weapons tablet. And since she was scared to move, she settled for talking. "I think I found a weapons tablet too," she called out to Kylee. "Why would there be tablets here? Is one of the Deus outposts inside this thing? Because... what?"

And then, suddenly, some asshat apparently named Melvin was going Full Metal Jacket. Throwing herself to the ground, Hanna found herself on her hands and knees in the muck, praying that the bullets didn't hit. "******** STOP IT," she shouted. "Someone close to him -- please disarm. Then let me punch him." But the other hunters had found more humane ways to deal with the person Hanna now labeled Giant Unstable Liability.

Her instinct in scary situations was not to make them scarier.



HP: 25/40
Inventory: Potential weapons tablet

HP: 30/50
Inventory: Tablet, Runic bandages
- one shoe

Melvin continued to look at Gale, letting his words be taken as pure fact as he had nothing to cling to in the sea of panic he was in. The even voice and tone kept him from blacking out due to hyperventilating, but he still was shaking badly. "Okay." He squeezed. "Okay." He said, as if just repeating it meant things were.

He just had to focus - on other things.

Jordan came around and Melvin for once was glad to see someone he knew a bit better, though he could be talking to strangers he met for the first time and still listen. He just needed something to distract his mind from overloading on all the pride conditions that had made the nightmare fuel of his entire life. "Okay." He said, sounding more like a broken record. He lowered Saliva but did not desummon her. She was his safety right now.

And then Stormy mentioned he'd die from bugs, and his eyes went wide and he let out a high, puppy-dog whine at the idea of being eaten alive by bugs. "I don't want that." He managed.

To help matters, a bug crawled into his shoe and he shouted again, flicking his leg so hard that his shoe went sailing and splashed somewhere in the muck.

Well, at least the bug was gone.

"Ah, no quiero seguir, hay muchos insectos, Milo, a dónde voy de aquí, por qué no puedo verte-" The spanish started to flow more rapidly, words melting into each other. "I'm sorry Milo, I'm sorry." She said in between as she tried to move closer to the sun hunter. She tried, she was trying so hard to focus on the fact that she could get to either of the three men she had been with before.

And not on the fact that she was knee deep in blood and Titan's stomach and organs and right above them was a rooftop of legs and bugs. Oh god, Oh mother Mary, pure saint that bore the holy son, she practiced her prayer mantra as she took another step.

At one point, she did notice a rope, and sure that the object would be useful, tied it around her arm. It was heavy and dragged in the...mix they waded in, but she tried not to let it bother her.

"Milo..." The flashlight shook as she turned it this way and that, trying to find the sun hunter again. Or even Jack...or Finn. "I am coming to you, I have flashlight, though I do not wish to see what it reveals. Milo..." She cried a bit..."Am going to die here?"

Noemi: 25/40

The tears that dropped onto his arms were missed, as Edgar could no longer feel that portion of his body, but he could hear them in her voice. He tried to move, but found that he was entirely immobilized; he just kept taking deep breaths, and made it to three before the tingling feeling of sensation returning to him began to spread over his body. That was a relief.

"Nay, worry not about thy prince, princess!" He laughed nervously as he found that he could actually feel his fingers again, and pat her on the shoulder in celebration. "T'was but a flesh wound - but avoid this plague of insects, if thou art able."

As he took a step forward, trying to lead her onward, the toe of his boot hit something that felt much more solid than the bits of flesh he was (sadly) growing accustomed to. He quickly bent to pick it up, and found that it was a muck-covered tin of runic bandages. Ah! That would come in handy, should anything happen to her.

Though he sincerely hoped that nothing would.

HP: 30
Inv: Runic Bandages

<Just breath.>

The numbness that had spread through the whole of her body was receding, and as feeling came back to her extremities Peyton could feel what she was laying in. Blood really didn't cover it, it was gore Thick, hot, and littered with bits and pieces of god only knew, and she was now soaked in it from head to toe. Only luck had kept her face from the blood. It wasn't terribly deep, but she was small. It had soaked through her shorts, her shirt, crept over her neck. Her hair was thick with it, and above it all, just as thick, was the smell.

Warrick kept murmuring through her head, trying to calm her as her breathing picked up into short, panicky pants. A tremor has started in her hands, but it had spread quickly up her arms until her entire small body was shaking, violently, and it was a struggle just to sit up. There were still tiny bodies sticking to her skin, glued there by the tacky coating of blood, and they squirmed, struggling to get free.

It was the stuff of nightmares.

<Breath baby, deep breaths.>

But it was like she couldn't hear him. Her pulse was hammering in her ears, breath hitched and unsteady. She could feel another scream bubbling up in her throat, and if it escaped she didn't think she'd be able to stop again.

Then voices in the dark, familiar voices, rising about the rest. She turned, hands held out and away from her body, blood dripping from her fingers. First Evan, who she hadn't really excepted to call back, but he had. "Her," she squeaked out, voice high and unsteady. "Here. I'm here. Something stung me." The back of her neck was still numb, it felt weird to turn her head.

Her name, Noah was calling her name. She turned towards the sound, cringing as the blood and thicker things sloshed around her. "Noah!" There was a note of desperation leaking out now. He was close, very close. She rolled up onto her knees, pushing herself up onto unsteady feet before taking a shaky step in the direction she'd heard him in. Both of them. "Noah." Reaching into the dark, she summoned Warrick, not because she could see by the light of the runes, but because they could see them.

He had been doing so well, actually making progress getting -away- from the ******** Sarlacc and then nope. They all ended up in the stupid thing anyway. Which probably served them all right for just jumping though a portal without making sure they knew where it went. But duty called.

It probably would have been okay if landing in the thing had actually been like the inside of the Sarlacc in the movie. That was mostly dry, sandy and probably smelled foul.

This .... this was completely not dry and foul would have gotten a medal for biggest understatement of the year. He was glad he'd tied his scarf around his face already and that he hadn't landed face first in the, whatever he was standing in. Shuddering he tried to let his eyes adjust (useless endeavor) and felt something hard hit his thigh as he turned. Reaching down he picked up the slimy tin and shook it. Wiping a hand off on his coat he cracked the tin open and groped around inside.

"Oh thank god bandages" He stuffed them into one of his pouches and just as he was closing them heard a familiar voice. "I very much wish I wasn't!" He yelled back. "I am never getting this smell out of my hair. Where are you? I can't see s**t and I do not want to play marco polo inside a ******** monster"



[ HP 30/40
Inventory: Runic Bandags: x1]