To his relief it did seem like the chute lead out and he was quick to tell Kailey this as he climbed the best he could. He did speed up a little bit when he could hear how the other's were basically panicking while trying to hurry up and get into the chute though, not wanted to basically get run over. It wasn't terribly long before they made it onto solid ground though and it even looked like they were on the first floor!
Hania moved away from the chute so he wouldn't get stepped on in the dash to freedom people were likely to do after having to climb up, then looked between the options presented to them. There wasn't much in the way of option but really, who would pick to go to the cafeteria when there was a possible exit? Though to be fair it was more likely they will be able to make it into the cafeteria instead of the exit but still.
At least they'd made the right choice, by the looks of things. She'd cussed and tried to help others up into the chute, following Hania as the waters rose higher and higher. "How the hell is the water even getting this high? Isn't there supposed to be an emergency shut off for this s**t?"
Little good it did them now.
She pushed onward, trying to avoid hitting Hania, or slipping onto the person below her, she was more than a bit relieved to reach the end and crawl out. And... they were at the first floor? Back of the hospital? Holy s**t. "Exit, c'mon, we need to at least try it, even if it stinks of a probable trap," she whispered to Hania as she pushed herself to her feet.
Clearly the door had not worked. Julian turned to go back to the chute, pushing through the waist high water with as much effort as he could until he reached the damn thing, stretching up his hands to pull himself up into it.
Something latched onto his ankle, wrapped around it. Julian let out an angry yell, smacking downwards viciously with the only thing he could - namely the phone still in his hand - and felt the slithery, slimy thing let go, Julian staggering away, breathing hard. He looked up and saw Rhiannon disappearing up into the chute already, and he braced his hands against the sides again, dragging himself up, Julian heaving as hard as he could to make it up to the top.
She was holding her hand out to him when he reached her. Julian glanced up, slightly surprised she had even thought of it, then reached out and grasped her fingers, allowing himself to be pulled up and out of the damned chute once and for all. A nod was given back to her, because he was slightly too out of breath to actually form coherent words.
And now they had to figure out how to get out of here.
"This damned place - " Julian muttered, and strode off in the same direction Rhiannon had, streaming water on the floor behind him.
The clothing attempts were not working. Austen made a noise through her nose and tried to heap another pile of dirty laundry onto the floor - only to see something slowly wending its way through the water towards her. It took a moment, Austen squinting through the dim lighting, ignoring the squawks and the screeches of those around them, and sloshed around to try and figure out what it was.
It was -
Nope.
"Bloody hell," Austen screeched and clambered away as fast as she could, scrambling over the heaps of laundry towards the shoot where everyone else was already attempting to climb up into. Wet fingers and wet clothing did not make for an easy attempt, but with a bit of wriggling and shoving and clawing - and unfortunately a few bumps and bruises in the process - she managed to finally crawl out the top, Austen clinging to the floor as she hauled herself up and out of the chute.
Stumbling to her feet, swinging her damp hair out of her eyes, Austen peered around, trying to decipher where she was. Still in the hospital, of course (unfortunately), but at least no longer stuck in a morgue, she scuttled sideways towards the sign that read Cafeteria, if only because she wasn't entirely sure that she trusted the whole service exit sign.
"Too good to be true," Austen muttered to herself, and hastily made her way across the ground, trying to squeeze water out of her shirt in the process, dripping all over the carpet unintentionally.
Posted: Sun May 07, 2017 3:01 pm
RESULTS:
Option One:
You head towards the exit! You're almost out of there!!
Option Two:
Once again, Natural Selection fails to take care of idiots like you. You make your way towards the cafeteria, only to find the hallway blocked off by a hoard of dancing skeletons that seem to be grooving to an odd song.
You don't know what to think, so you don't. Turning around, you head back towards the exit like an intelligent person.
You have made it to the exit! OH HAPPY DAY!
One of your companions reaches for the door, only to find it (wait for it...) locked. Yes, you're at the home stretch, but one door's lock is holding you back. The group is prepared to ram the door until it breaks when you hear maniacal laughter in the back of the room, followed by a series of shock-like crackles.
The lights go out, leaving you completely and utterly in the dark.
Now would probably be a pretty good time to transform, if you have the ability to do so!
She hadn’t missed the look of surprise that Julian gave her when she went back to offer him help. Maybe she was surprised at herself because it wasn’t often that she went back when others seemed perfectly capable on their own. She could understand his frustration with the place though, and wasn’t disappointed that he was heading in the same direction she was.
But it was all in vain because even as they reach the door, it was locked. And then the power went out.
Quickly reaching for her purse, she dug out her pen, taking that slim chance to mutter the words to power up, transforming into Sailor Varuna. Already she was more comfortable because she could at least do something to protect herself. Maybe she could keep Julian out of trouble, too.
If she could find where he went.
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2017 3:13 pm
Caleb powering to Gelria Phone with Cord
Okay. So he had been wrong. In thinking he was getting the better of this funhouse, he had gone the wrong way, again...but. Whatever. He was at the exit now, and that was all that mattered...
...and then it was dark and s**t seemed like it was really starting to go down. Quickly, the teen powered into Sailor Gelria now that he had the chance, and those cackles sounded...well. They didn't sound like something he wanted to deal with, so it seemed to him a good idea to chuck the phone he had been still clutching even though it had betrayed him once already.
Goodbye phone. Farewell. It was time to finally fight his way out of this madhouse. Once and for all.
Posted: Sun May 07, 2017 3:24 pm
Jada Chamberlyn - Phone Cord & Phone Grabbed - IS NOW THE ANGRIEST CALAMARI
Exit. Excellent.
Someone there before her stopped.
Didn't get the door open.
And then the lights went out and Scylla was DONE. She jerked her henshin pen out from where it was hidden, and in a moment, she was full, flaming fury.
There was something crackling, and she called her power up, letting the magic sit close. Would she have a chance to get the door open before it attacked? Maybe- but in the dark she couldn't see where the civilians were to am her tentacles to force the doors open. She wouldn't risk hurting them, so she was forced to a standstill. For now.
Gweneth Malley - POWER UP! (Broken IV Pole) She reached the exit with several others. Someone grabbed the door handle and turned it. Or tried to anyway. It was very obviously locked.
Gwen wanted to scream out in frustration!
Just then the lights flickered before going out, casting them all into complete darkness. She had a moment where she wondered if Isaiah was on the same page as herself before she used the darkness to power up.
Whatever else was still in here she intended to take out her frustrations on it. Or, better yet, she’d love to club in the face of this General Obsidian who apparently was the brains of the whole operation.
It was the legit exit. Only. It was locked. Kailey slammed her hands against the door, a scream of rage choked in her throat. But the sounds that came out from behind them? She stared back, eyes narrowed as she hissed in her anger. They were so close.
she snarled, hand dipping into her pocket when the lights went off--after she set down the oxygen tank and wheelchair piece, ducking away from where she'd been standing. The crackling sounds didn't sit well with her, the hairs on the nape of her neck standing on end. "Hani stick close. I'm not dealing with this s**t like this any more." whispered the words that were necessary to switch from Kailey to Morgan. The flare of energy was instantaneous, as was the hit of nauseating Chaos that hit her like a fist to the gut.
She gagged as she stood beside Hania, hands fisted as she waited for the sensation to pass before moving back over to the makeshift weapons. Cracking her knuckles, she felt far more comfortable now. "Should we try that door again now?" The fact that so many other power signatures popped up was interesting to her, to say the least, but really. Should it surprise her? Not that she was sure who was here, but she could sense them.
The night in the hospital morgue passed uncomfortably, the chill ever-present and the floor terribly unaccommodating. Ice himself spent much of the time awake, and while the twisting in his stomach subsided, the slowly encroaching hunger did not. And Ice wass not a man of many excess pounds - he soon found himself wishing that he ate at least some of the calorie-rich pudding left in the morgue fridge, even if it was probably tainted by human particulates.
Actually, no, he still felt glad he never touched it. Accidental cannibalism was not a trait he would take home that day.
The general's chipper, irreverent voice announced itself over the intercom once more, disturbing Isaiah from a fitful sleep. He started at once, body jettisoning him back to reality without warning. The mention of 'beasties' offered clue enough that youma now stalked the halls, if they didn't before. And given their location, the morgue offered enough of a dead-end that they'd have to fight their way through any errant youma if they wanted to survive. Finally Ice hauled himself to his feet with the assistance of the exam table, and watched as the group started to disperse. Gwen and several others chose the vents, and Ice expected sudden death if a youma happened to patrol that area. Instead, he chose to face one of his least favorite areas in the room, and looked into the body freezer.
Sure, they might not offer a way out, but they might be a viable hiding spot should a youma come tearing through all those unfortunate souls now trapped in the vents. As he peered more closely, resisting the baseless fear that something might jet out of the black bags and grab him, Ice noticed a hole alongside some of the other investigators. Useful, but strange. He considered little more of it, then, as he preferred to oust himself from the morgue entirely.
As he emerged through the rough hole, the disconcertingly familair scent of laundry detergent greeted him. Immediately he made for the door, and finding it locked, leaned against one of the free walls with a deepened sigh. Already they spent the night in a hospital under Negaverse control, he hadn't had his morning shave or his morning coffee or his morning piss, he was in a terrible mood, he was trapped here with his ex-girlfriend and current fling, and no amount of investigation seemed to lead them in a proper direction out of there. They needed to go up, and that required stairs, and usually stairs were connected to hallways and not laundry rooms. Hell, even the chutes held little promise for how the rest of them couldn't possibly climb up.
So Ice stayed put, watching with low-key irritation as some of the other members in the area puttered about. Both Gwen and Jada checked the washer and dryer area, and he wondered if there was much point to it - none of them could fit through a dryer vent, certainly.
He soon realized his folly when plastic sounded behind him, and before he could turn about, hands seized him at once. Isaiah recognized the sickening smell from the morgue area, and found himself caught between biting down on the hand that held his mouth and shying away from the taste of formaldehyde-soaked flesh. His desperate attempts to wrench away from the hold finally earned him some freedom, and Isaiah scampered more toward the middle of the room where he remained more reunited with their traveling group. Panting, he couldn't yet escape the tremor in his bones.
Someone busted the laundry system, and wated started to soak in through his boots. Each step met with a splash now, and Isaiah worried further of drowning in the basement laundry facilities of a Negaverse-controlled hospital. Again he turned frantically about the area, searching for some kind of solution, until his eyes once again lighted on the chutes. If water continued to flow, then they'd get pushed up to a higher floor regardless. Immediately he darted for it, alongside a pale blonde who had a similar idea. Unfortunately, that meant contending with Gwen.
Luckily he hadn't picked the same chute, though unluckily he found that his hampered condition made the climb nigh impossible. Finally, when he clamored out of the chute, he discovered the unmistakeable look of a regular hallway. Not rooms, not more rigamarole, not a morgue, not a youma-infested pit - a hallway. And as he looked about for a blessed exit sign, he spotted one in the form of a service exit.
And that was all he needed to read. Both he and Gwen held a similar idea there, and Ice cared little for bonding over it if they escaped with their lives. All this awful happenstance with commandeered hospitals confirmed for Isaiah that he needed to move the hell out of town or become a hermit - and both options sounded heavily enticing given the company kept that day. Someone else reached the door first, and yet never proceeded through it.
Locked, he guessed, and he frantic gestures at the door confirmed it. s**t.
The intercom voice sounded again, knocking out the auxilliary lights as well.
s**t just graduated to ********> With a slow breath, Isaiah transitioned to Scholomance in the coming seconds. If they wanted to trap them there, then he would simply ram his way through the door with a knight's strength.
And curiously enough, all about him cropped up similar signatures - knights and senshi of various states of power. Perhaps their group was more thoroughly supernatural than he thought.
Julian could see it, could see the freedom just lurking on the other side, away from this infernal, ridiculous place. He made his way towards the door, wedged himself between the jostling, jangling people already crowded around it, and tried his hand at yanking on it, glancing sideways at Rhiannon as he did so.
The door would not budge. Julian made an explosive sound in the back of his throat and pulled harder.
The door still remained firmly shut.
"What the hell," Julian snapped, and then the lights went out.
The blackness was all encompassing, the laughter still echoing throughout his mind so that it felt like it was surrounding him from all sides. Julian's head jerked up, his eyes narrowing to see if he could make out anything, but the blackness was as thick as coal, claustrophobic in its full, complete shutting out of all light and tamping out any ability at all to see even an inch in front of them.
"This is ridiculous."
He'd had enough of this - far, far more than enough of this. Julian took a step back, snatched his henshin pen from his pocket, and within seconds, felt the magic pulsing through him, felt the transformation as much as he was used to it now, sliding across his skin, taking over him so that he was no longer Julian, but Hermes.
It felt much more satisfying to be Hermes, at least at this present moment. He was perfectly content to be a much acclaimed violinist in his civilian identity, but as Hermes, he was a god among men, and he could do much, much more like this when it came to fighting than he could when he was simply Julian Laurence.
"Show yourself!" Hermes snapped, voice brittle with irritation. He wasn't sure who had laughed, or who was still here, but he was done with this little game. "Show yourself now!"
The cafeteria was playing weird music. Austen skidded to an abrupt halt, almost toppling over in her haste to stop, and looked around to try and figure out where the music was coming from. Then she decided that she didn't really care where it was coming from, and decided the exit was, in fact, the best place to be, Austen hastily turning around and pelting back the direction she had come.
They were almost out. She could see the exit just up ahead, and Austen let out a whoop of joy, zooming onward as the rest of the group reached the door. She stretched out a hand, grabbed the handle, pushed -
- and nothing. It was locked.
Austen let out a series of expletives her cousin would have been appalled at, yanked harder, and heard, from the back of the room, a cackling, mad sounding laugh that seemed to echo up and down the hall, tingling through her spine, traveling everywhere throughout her head.
Everything was pitch black. Austen sucked in a sharp breath, resisting the strong urge to kick something.
"Oh, come on!"
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2017 3:35 pm
Hania ~ Oxygen Tank ~ No transformation for this cat
He followed Kailey to the exit, tail twitching as his emotions warred between hope and caution. Said hope was dashed though when it turned out it was locked, though Hania supposed he shouldn't be surprised. The cat gave a sigh in disappointment then moved out of the way so people could try and open the door only to lay his ears flat against his head when laughter started and the lights went out. "I'll back you up the best I can." Hania said to the now Sailor Morgan as he moved close to her but hopefully not close enough to trip her up when she needed to move. "You can try, it might be easier to open now since you have more strength at least."
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2017 3:45 pm
[ Tatsuya Kato - Powering Up to Dark Mirror Sailor Hydrus ]
Finally the exit, finally the exit to this hell whole was upon him and he could get out. Tatsuya surged through the door and---
Except. He didn't. The door was locked. The door was locked. How was the door lock-ED!? He let out a try of frustration, preparing his phone and cord to bash the ever living day lights out of the door to get it freaking open. Someone laughed. Someone laughed with that sort of laughter that he'd experienced himself some weeks prior in a fit of madness. Did another wraith get loose, did another bath of oil approach? Was he going to try to murder someone again? Oh gods, oh gods, what nowwwwww
The lights went out. The sweet embrace of the dark took hold and he fished around in his pockets for the one thing that could make this infinitely better. His pen all but vibrated in his grip - or was that him vibrating - and he muttered the words of power.
Hydrus let out a heavy breath of relief, acutely aware of quite a lot of power signatures in his area, and crowding around him.
"I don't supposed anyone has a great plan of getting out of here. Or fighting the creep who keeps laughing. Also. Who else is making a complaint to the hospital board because I CERTAINLY AM." He spoke the group at large, trying to keep his hysteria to a mininum.
The group
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2017 4:03 pm
100/100 HP
Nervous Thomas stands behind you and is no longer wearing the frantic, panicked expression that you've become used to seeing. Instead, a rather malicious looking grin has spread across his face, which has seemed to attempt to split itself. Parts of his flesh have begun to open, revealing mechanical-like wiring and lights from within him.
Clapping his hands together in mock applause sends sparks flying in various directions with each impact of palms against each other. You're starting to miss his annoying pen clicking already.
"Congratulations. I was beginning to think that all of you were lost causes, but I'm so glad to be proven wrong."
Taking the stethoscope from around his neck, he whips it around and a crackle of electricity has you taking a step back while he spreads his footing into a combat stance.
"Shame we're going to have to end things here - you were so close, too."
With that, the stethoscope comes sailing in your direction, his grip directing it from the other end as the metal tip lights up with a powerful static charge.
exclaimTHOMAS TINFOILED IS NOW ATTACKING YOU exclaim
(YOU SHOULD PROBABLY DEFEND YOURSELF IF YOU WANT TO MAKE IT OUT IN ONE PIECE; THIS INCLUDES ANY NEGAVERSE AGENTS... HE DOESN'T REALLY CARE WHO HE ATTACKS, TBH)
Randomize a number from 1-10 to determine your damage on the youma!
If you're second level, add +2 to your attack! If you're third level, add +4 to your attack! If you're a civilian or cat... GOOD LUCK???
