You follow Amelia and her trusty stuffed bear, who you learn is named Mr. Stuffles. You pay so much attention to the cute little teddy bear that you don't see where you're going and manage to trip over your own feet. What a clumsy oaf you are.
Option Two:
You start to head the other direction - this kid is more trouble than she's worth. As you turn the corner, you find yourself running directly into a thick webbing and before you know it, you're caught in a giant spider web.
As you struggle, you soon realize that you aren't the only one alone in the webbing. Up above, a giant youma spider is making its way down to you.
Roll your weapon's damage. If you manage to roll 5 or higher, you are able to break free and run back to the group without physical damage. If you roll 4 or less (sorry bedpan + phone wielders!), you manage to escape, but not without first being bit somewhere on your body by the hungry spider. Your bite wound will grow purple and dark, but do nothing more than cause aches and pains for a few hours.
Option Three:
You decide that you liked the mystery meat enough to race back and grab a second helping from out of the cooler. You chew on the strange, gamey piece of youma flesh meat and make your way back to follow Amelia towards the gift shop.
You follow Amelia into the back entrance of the gift shop. Although it's a hospital gift shop, it hosts an array of wonderful gift options. With the emergency lights on, you aren't able to see much of anything - snacks, balloons, cards and stuffed toys - typical items one might find in a hospital setting. There are a few other hospitable amenities, fuzzy slippers, phone chargers and toiletry supplies. Your focus is more on the entrance door than it is to take a shopping trip.
As the group explores, one member of your crew finds a trap door hidden within the back room of the gift shop. Someone else discovers the front door is locked. Others are just exploring in general.
Michael felt gross from not sleeping. He didn’t often spend all nights awake these days. Not like the nights before meeting Caspian in which he would have horrible insomnia at times. So not sleeping was probably going to wear on him more than he would like. They had to keep an eye out for youma and negaverse officers as well.
A bit dazed and still too on edge, Michael tripped a little as he watched the girl explain to them about her teddy bear. But at least the little girl wasn’t alone. He kept hold on Caspian’s hand all the way through the gift shop, but finally pulled his fingers free so he could step forward and push at the front door.
It seemed to be shut solid, but it was worth a shot. He had a feeling he would regret this, but it wasn’t as though Caspian would be able to knock the door open. Well, maybe he could, but he wasn’t going to let him try. After making sure it opened outward (because it would be stupid to try and bust open the door that swung inward), Michael nodded to himself.
“Stand back,” he instructed, taking a few steps back from the door so he could try to charge forward with his shoulder.
Okay, so he was paying too close attention to the kid and ended up tripping a little, but that was okay because they’d made it through the gift shop and now he had every intention of exploring a little. If he could see where there might be youma, it might give them a better advantage.
“Hey, keep an eye out for anything suspicious,” he suggested to Benji, although he had a feeling that his friend would stay close to either him or Michael still. Hopefully. “I don’t want anything jumping out at you. You’re smaller and an easier target. No offense,” he added, because he knew exactly how it was to be the smaller person.
Still, they had to try something instead of just standing around.
“Are you okay? I know you didn’t eat anything,” he said with a grimace, but it seemed as though the people eating the meat were having bad reactions to it.
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(TBA Roka) - option 1 - trap door
Posted: Sun May 07, 2017 12:21 pm
Tom Wolf: Option 3
Unfortunately, the entire time they where on their way to the gift shop, Amelia would not stop talking about her stuffed bear. If there was anything that he could look forward to when he got out of here, was never having to hear about the darn bear ever again. Because he would not be coming back to this hospital, considering it barely even was one.
Unfortunately he was so lost in trying to ignore the droning words of the girl that he tripped over one of his feet and almost lost his footing. He huffed, trying to calm himself down, trying to convince himself that it would be over soon.
Finally though they were at the gift shop, and it turns out that there were the usual items, but there was for some reason a trap door also. Weird. As soon as he could, he decided to look around and explore, any reason so as to not have to listen to the little girl.
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Rhona is going to Explore
The trap door sounded exactly like just that -- a trap. Rhona eyes it for a moment, wondering if maybe she should take a risk... but then the grueling hours (somehow only seconds) in the dumbwaiter came screaming back into her memory, causing phantom aches to creep into her already sore joints. Maybe she'd better not. The kid was leading -- granted Rhona wasn't convinced that she was leading them out -- and she hadn't pointed to the trap door. There were two possibilities. Either she was harmless and was leading them out, or she was a pawn and she was leading to something bigger. And if Rhona was going to die, she wanted to die to something purposeful, not an accident because she went rogue.
So she wandered, pushing aside snow globes and stuffed animals looking for... something. How was there no window? How was this gift shop in the dead center of the building? Who built this place? The Negaverse did. And they hired the workers. It made Rhona side eyes the kid -- hard. What are you planning kid, she wondered as she pushed on walls looking for a trick door or any way to get out. There had to be.
Caspian Lyons - bedpan - ramming the door with michael ( two )
Caspian trudged along towards the gift shop with a certain sense of impending doom. He did not want to be here, did not want to have anything to do with this stupid place, and to top it all off, he had a damn bedpan as a way of somehow defending himself.
Well, and he had Michael, too. That counted, really, as something.
Caspian regretted the loss of his fiance's fingers clasped in his if only for reassurance's sake, but he stayed off to the side as Michael ran his shoulder into the door, Caspian wincing a little at the impact. He gave Amelia a small smile, hoping that it would at least help soothe her as well, then turned back to Michael, eyebrows raised.
"Put your back into it, man," Caspian deadpanned, just because humor was something he needed at a time like this, even if he was unbelievably tired and stupidly worn out from a long night of dozing in fits and spells and not really getting any energy back whatsoever.
"Don't break anything," was his next statement, meaning, please don't hurt yourself.
He'd gotten food; it was, perhaps, a mistake, but Basil didn't mind so much. It could come in handy later, after all, and maybe it would give him some extra strength to get through the place. He made his way slowly towards the gift shop, chewing absently, Basil keeping his eyes on the little girl in front of him in case anything happened.
It was still dim, the lights low. Basil frowned at a pair of slippers and continued forward, eyes falling on the trap door. It was not, per say, the most subtle of things, but, well...it was something.
Basil edged towards it, the frown deepening, reached out a hand, and gave the door an experimental tug, just in case.
It had been slow going. Not because Jen found herself following a girl leading a tour, but because Jennifer, who moonlighted as Sailor Iduna of Apples, was still in an arm cast and walked with a cane. A very nice, overly washi taped cane, but a cane nonetheless. The last major battle she'd participated in left her with a shattered arm and a dislocated hip. No one could really figure out what else was wrong with her hip, why even after several weeks she still had to walk with a cane, but there she was.
No one could also figure out why they'd had to re-break her arm three times to set the bone properly.
It was also super slow going because her bad hip happened to be opposite her broken arm, which meant a very awkward three legged walking cycle.
The bedpan she'd picked up was tucked into her sling (which was going to be so helpful) and Jen kept to the back of the group. She'd tried to... ignore, what was going on in the tour, because this was a very, very odd tour, and mostly focused on walking.
Which brought her to now, and exploring the giftshop.
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Benji Rhodes Option Three: Because bad times be brewing already, might as well make it worse!
Benji, too, found himself tripping and stumbling after chasing the kid, and it got a little 's**t' out of him, but other than that, the girl seemed okay, and so did the others who followed her. Briefly he worried about what exactly was going on now, especially for those idiots who decided to break away from the pack, but for now he wanted to worry about the people with him.
While personally he thought exploring around was a terrible idea, he wasn't about to leave Peter's side. Sure the other teen was bigger, but he was a billion percent sure that he was better in a fight since it was a hobby of his. Fighting, that is.
"I only got one eye, so I'm sure if there's something suspicious, I'll see it. Maybe." Feeling much better than last night, he managed to find his sense of humor again. He only wished that some of the others could lighten up just a bit. Now that his mind was clearer, he felt no reason to panic. Not yet anyway. "Yeah, well, I can fight just fine..."
Smaller his a**! Benji in fact began to frown again, but he knew Peter was just looking out for him, and he made sure he held his scalpel at the ready. It wouldn't be the first time he'd be aiming at something's throat if it came at him. Not even the first time in a week, if he were honest with himself.
"Yeah... I'm fine, I had cake remember? And a little bit of the chocolate frosting off your face." Despite himself, he did smile at that, reaching out to grab Peter's shirt to slow his stride down just a little. Damned these short legs!
"Are you alright? Did you even manage to sleep some?"
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RESULTS:
Option One:
You decide to give the trap door a go because YOLO and you apparently don't care to waste that one life.
Pulling the lid up, you descend down the curiously dark stair set. The further you get into the hole, the warmer you notice the air to get - warm and humid. The stairs get rather soft the further you walk and the wall that your hand has been steadying itself on becomes almost... squishy.
Using what little battery life your phone has, you turn on your flashlight and that's when you notice the large, pendulum shape a few yards ahead of you in the dark cave you've been walking in. If you didn't know any better, it almost looks as if it were a uvula...
The walls are flesh colored to boot and after standing there for a moment, your footing begins to shift on its own as the floor comes to life. A gust of bad breath-like smell bursts from the back of the cave and without a second thought, you turn around and claw your way back up the staircase and slam the door down.
NOPE, NOPE, NOPE.
Option Two:
You start to beat down at the door but manage to do nothing but hurt your hands. Don't be dumb, man.
Option Three:
You feel this is an opportune time to find a free trinket for your loved one. I mean, after all the trouble the Negaverse has put you through, you may as well take home a souvenir, right?
As you walk around, a shifting shadow catches the corner of your eye. You turn and look and there's nothing... at first. Upon closer inspection, the wall of stuffed animals and toys are slowly beginning to rearrange themselves on their own.
This is probably not a very good sign, all things considered.
The toys all around the gift shop are coming to life and it doesn't look like a revival of Babes in Toyland. Stitched expressions begin to turn from obliviously happy to maniacally evil as doll's painted lips curve downwards and stuffed toys begin to show fangs.
Amelia screams and throws down Mr. Stuffles, who seems to have grown his own pair of fangs and has managed to bite the little girl on her arm. She clutches the wound on her tiny little arm and starts to cry.
You don't have time to look after your pitiful tour guide as the animals and dolls have now decided to come for you. Arms and claws are outstretched and headed in your direction, doll hands extended outwards in zombie-like fashion while others crawl across the floor on their bellies to get to you quicker.
Do you...
Option One
Fight them! You can show those toys who's boss!
Option Two
Stand and stare.
Option Three
Hug them to death.
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Rhona is going to FIGHT
Rhona really should be surprised. She knew what went bump in the night--- hell she was what went bump in the night. And yet, here she was, stunned into silence by the scene unfolding before her. And the kid was crying again. Great. There was no cake in sight to calm her back down, and she was panicking. Rhona knew that she was a kid but god damn. What was the Negaverse playing at with the brat anyway? That was the thought that kept nagging at the back of her mind. What is her angle. What is her purpose? Not that Rhona had much time to think about it.
It wasn't hard to fight off the toys, after all they were just stuffed animals. A few good swings but still. This was ridiculous.
Michael hissed in pain as he took a few steps back after nothing he did seemed to work against the door. At least he’d tried, and that was better than nothing, he supposed. But now he had to nurse a very sore shoulder.
“s**t,” he growled, lifting his hand to rub at his arm, but staggered back to where Caspian was waiting for him just out of the way, shaking his head in disappointment. “It’s not budging.”
There was a pause and then he added, “I’m fine,” before Caspian had the chance to ask him. He reached out to take hold of his fiance’s hand again, but just as he did so, the little girl screamed and there were toys coming to life to attack them.
“We’re just never going to get a break, are we?” he grumbled, pulling at Caspian’s hand to give his knuckles a quick kiss, before letting him go, knowing that Caspian would be right beside him in trying to fend off these strange youma-esque toys.
Peter tried very hard not to flush darkly at the reminder of how Benji had licked the chocolate off his face, sputtering slightly in distress. Not because he really cared, but because it was embarrassing. It was something he would expect Michael and Caspian, or Chris and Paris to do. Whereas Benji was his friend and that was, well… he worried Benji was still getting in over his head with everything and he felt bad.
But more importantly than his own discomfort, he was glad to at least see Benji smiling. Even with everything going on, he was smiling, which was rare already.
“I’m okay. I slept some. You’re warm, so I was pretty comfortable,” he admitted even as he skidded to a halt at the sound of the little girl letting out a pained scream.
“Woah,” he gaped in surprise when they saw the toys all getting up and walking around, coming after people with their fangs. “Hold up, try going around them,” he tried to suggest, but he was pretty sure that Benji would be just like his brother and Caspian and dive right into fighting these things.
“Wait, they’re full of fluff, right? Hopefully… What if we can do something like… get a fire extinguisher or get the sprinklers to go off?” he asked as he looked around for something to make maximum damage with as the others fought the creatures off.
He felt bad for not jumping into the fight right away, but if they took a little time to look for a better solution, maybe it would help them all more in the long run.
Ramming the door had apparently done nothing except bruise Michael's shoulder. Caspian lifted a brow at the I'm fine, because it was pointless to try and argue the point when Michael clearly wasn't fine. He would just have to yell at him later, and maybe try and get him to go see someone, but now was not the time. He was not going to let himself think about the possibility of if they got out, only when; if was too uncertain, too painful to even consider.
Amelia was screaming, shrieking cries filling the air. Caspian twisted around just in time to see the toys on the shelves rustle and begin to move, and then all of them were cascading around, and it was like something out of his nightmares. Caspian cast a glance up at Michael and felt warm lips brush over his knuckles before Michael was striding forward again.
At least Michael wasn't doing that thing where he expected Caspian to stand around doing nothing while he did all the work. Caspian hoisted up his stupid bedpan and gave a nod, lips pressing together in a grim expression.
"Remind me never to get any stuffed toys for any future kids we're gonna have," he muttered, and went after his fiance, his heart in his throat, his chest feeling tight.
The door opened with relative ease, which was mildly surprising. Basil stepped carefully down the dimly lit staircase, peering around into the dark shadows that draped across the walls, trying to figure out where this was leading. It felt...strange. Warm, in a way, the way a musty cellar would be in the summer, maybe, but more...damp. Like mildew had set in, or maybe laundry had been left for too long, leaving the air feeling curiously wet and humid.
The floor beneath him shifted. Basil's gaze narrowed slightly, and he reached for his phone, tugging it out, the battery almost dead from a night of no charging. He flicked on the flashlight app and held it aloft, squinting into the darkness, and caught sight of an elongated pendulum not too far away from himself.
He took a step closer. The floor shifted again. Basil could see -
Oh.
Oh.
Basil was not a stupid man. He was top of his class for most of his high school and college career. He'd taken biology and anatomy and physiology. He knew what the human body was meant to be, and he knew the basic structure of certain animals.
He turned, blindly, and scrambled up the stairs faster than he'd ever moved in his life. Basil felt a gust of wind - or air - or breath - ghost over him just before he managed to get up to the top, feeling them move beneath him,the walls fanning in and out as though they were pulling in air.
"Oh jeez - "
Basil collapsed onto the floor in the gift shop and kicked the trapdoor shut again, gasping for breath. He stumbled up onto his feet and came upright to find mass chaos, Amelia screaming, and all of the toys in the gift shop coming to life. Basil staggered back, staring, eyes wide and startled, and just stood there, because this was not - this was definitely not - what he had signed up for - if he'd even signed up for anything in the first place, which he didn't think he had. Why was he even here?
The broken IV pole was hanging limp at his side. Basil couldn't stop staring.
Or remembering.
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[ Jennifer Hollinger ][ Option 1 ]
They were cute souvenirs in all honesty. For a hospital anyone. Jennifer looked through the stuffies and toys, thinking of taking something for herself. After everything, she deserved one, no?
Except...
Jen squinted and leaned forward, blinking as the stuffies began to rearrange themselves. Themselves. On their own. With no human intervention.
Not good.
One particular stuffied grew fangs and snarled at her. "EH!?" she screamed, jumping back and dropping her cane in the process. Her hip whined in pain, and she brandished the bedpan as a shield. Not that it would help her with the toys behind her, but she'd deal with that. Later. Much later.
