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Olga-- Scarred lawyer
I hate this gloop already.

With only her fingertips in the green gloop, Olga found it to be pleasantly warm, as if it had been heated by some other source. It was also moving as if it might be alive, but that could have been from her poking her hand into it. Removing her hand from the gloop several droplets stuck to her fingers, staying only on the area that had been in it. Standing up from the floor, she found that she had been the most covered by the green substance, most of her lower body and the shoulder of the arm that had not been pressed ing the small pool. Scraping it off as best as she could she found thet it stuck to her skin and refused to come off once contact had been made. Leaning against the wall next to the elevator, Olga removed her left shoe and poured out some of the liquid in a slow dribble. The same for the right. As with her hands, the substance coated her feet and would not come off. Even as she scraped her hands across an edge of a wall it stayed stuck to her hands. The most disturbing point was when a poster from the wall stuck to the globs and tore off, sticking to the gloop as it had stuck to her. Flapping her hand in a panic, the poster flew off and stuck into the wall, rigid as a sheet of metal. With that, she moved over to one of the empty bins and promptly threw up into it. What the hell is going on? This is getting far too creepy to be real.

((That is up to everyone, or is everyone waiting on me?))

For a moment, Casper forgot about his stomach of butterflies and almost laughed. The man Victor, whose name he did not know, apparently had a rather delayed reaction. The question he posed was probably on everyone's mind. "Well, damn. That bomb must have done a number." He commented. But obviously, things were weird. "But at least we're all alive, eh?" And then he barfed on the window... not so gracefully.

((Revive attempt.

Hmmm... I wonder how many of the characters know each other prior to this event.

Edit: Note to self: Alternative reality had the most votes, but bomb and creatures also had one vote each.))

Victor

Victor watched the guy who answered his question barf and he felt a little queasy. But he held it together and sighed. A tiny person came out telling them to follow them. His gut said to back away slowly but he had no idea what was going on. But the thing said they knew how to keep everyone alive. So that was his best bet. "What happened to the previous people?" he asked the creature.




((Glad to see the rp kind of alive again...))

Victor

Victor gasped when he saw the bone and skull. Jeez, a whole family. Spiders! This was just getting weirder and weirder... He looked back at the stranger and moved up towards the stairs, looking at everyone else. He wanted to live and he would whatever he needed to do to make it out alive.

The intimidating looking man had said what was exactly on his mind. Blarg. Casper thought as he recovered from his regurgitation.

A thought popped into his head. "Spiders? Wait, how have you been here for so long?" Casper asked the strange newcomer, as he moved toward the door.

The self proclamed guide gave an "are you kidding me" look towards the cynical man. "The roof? Why the F*** would I want to take you down there? Up the stairs. Down a floor. Got it?" Another man, then a woman started talking to him just as the guide reached the door to leave. Please let them shut up and just move. Thing would be so much simpler if they did. "Yes, spiders. Great big bloody spiders. And they can probably tell that a group has arrived. Now can we please just move to somewhere that they can't get into. Like, oh, maybe my home. I'll answer any other questions there" The cynicism in his voice had been steadily growing as they talked to the group. Hopefully they would shut up and get moving, like it was asking.



Olga had been wiping the last of the vomit from her mouth when Icar had first came in the door. Not wanting to open her mouth in case she threw up again, she reserved her questions till a time that she was feeling better. When the....man? Came back through from the next room with human bones, she turned green, but managed to hold her stomach from tipping over the floor again. Wobbling to a standing position, Olga managed to walk over to where the new person was waiting outside the room in the stairwell. Looking down the small gap between the rails, she staired in surprise as the stairs only went down a floor then stopped. The streched up, however, for further that she could see clearly. Wait, what? Why do the stairs go up instead of down?

((Any objections?))

((Anyone not posted by now is presumed to have left the Rp. They shall be ghosted along to be possibly killed at a later point. Slight puppeting to keep things moving.))



Finally they were starting to see sense. Ignoring any other questions, Icar moved over to the door on the other side of the hall and locked it with a key hanging round its neck. Leading the group to the stairwell round the corner, it started up the stairs with many of the group looking up and down the gaps in a confused manner. "Come on, hurry, hurry." Bounding up the steps two at a time Icar reached the next floor and proceded to unlock the first door that the group would reach, waiting for them at the door. Locking the door behind the group after ushering them in, pointing them to the main room filled with a variety of stools, chairs and sofas, all which managed to fit into the small room. Flopping into the large chair next to the smoldering fire, Icar threw a blue log onto it which lit with a soft glow. Leaning forward, Icar waited for them to get comfy before speaking.