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For Devi:

The white potion is set down.

The green potion smelled like rot, and something like sugar behind a sharp smokescreen of ethanol: it felt as though it was scrubbing her throat raw on the way down, and then everything started to get breathless and small. As had happened to Doctor Westerman was happening to her, and she was shrinking down down down to his doll-size even as Polaris' "No!" echoed above her like a reverb-heavy loudspeaker.

She could now fit in the small door.

For those who turned their keys, married in synchronicity:

It very nearly worked.

Their keys all gave the exact same angle, nearly turning enough to flip the mechanism. They could feel some sort of bar being shoved aside as they all turned at once, which let them rattle their keys further than they'd ever managed before. But there was one little bar that impeded the quarter-inch it would take to fully unlock their doors, and as Perry and Devorah saw, the second little door next to Perry's key gave a miserable lonely plink! in concert as the other five tried their doors.

For John:

The scrap of blue cloth was powder-blue, a bridesmaid colour barring the old blood flecks on it. To his eye, he still couldn't tell what kind of fabric it was.

[Polaris, John, Vanessa and Corvus all can see movement in the ceiling. Perry and Devorah cannot make out the ceiling. It is dropping. A thin green smoke is starting to envelop the bottom of the keys, and the giants all feel nauseous. You have three more turns.]

Polaris and Van are bleeding lightly. There are three broken bottles and seven empty bottles. There is Europa's corpse covered by a sash. Van has a piece of blue cloth. Corvus holds a bottle of clear water each. Three potions remain.

The ceiling is dropping, though this is only noticeable to the giants. They can see movement on the ceiling with objects glimmering above.

Drunk potions:

Red
Blue
Teal
Black
Beige
Purple
Green

Spilled:

Puce
White

Remaining:

Yellow
Pink
Orange

You may still:

take
investigate
uncork
drink
recork
empty
fill

-She held her breath as the key turned, her heart soaring as it almost seemed like it was going to work. But it stopped. Still... the light of hope was there.

She noted the green smoke, trying for a moment to see where it was coming from. The keyhole? Somewhere in the door or wall? It was possible the smoke was toxic, that they'd open up a gas chamber. Possible. She could clearly see that the spiked keys were drawing nearer and nearer. Priorities first and bridges to cross later.-

"Ready" -She nodded, preparing to turn the key once again when the word three sounded.-

Devi's landed safely in her leap of faith, a tiny little doll.

"Hey Doctor Westerman, look, we're like Barbie and Ken sized!" she smiled. Devi hadn't played with those dolls in a long time. The last time she played with them, she just got them naked and bumped their bodies together with great force. She later cut off all their limbs and buried them in her backyard. Hopefully nobody does that to them. Neither the naked-bumping or dismemberment-and-burial would be pleasant.

Her attention shifted to the sound of the tiny door. "I'll get it!" she called, as if it were the doorbell ringing. She moved to the second door that made the plink and got ready to turn the key on the countdown of the loud echoing noises of the even larger-seeming giants.

It had almost worked.

Vanessa, who had seen the spikes that hung from the ceiling up close and person, was very aware of the ceiling as it crept ever closer. They were running out of time, and she swore loudly; "********!" and stomped a giant foot with frustration when their first key-turning marathon did not work. She buzzed with energy, having almost come completely back to herself after her little tango with the gas and the ceiling, and waited impatiently as they counted down.

A sense of nausea assaulted her, but Super Van gritted her teeth and was determined not to think about it. There were more important things going on right now.

This was so exciting. She felt like Indiana Jones. Or like Lara Croft. Or like Harry ******** Potter in the Chamber of Secrets.

"THREE!" She declared, and tried the key once more.

John didn't need further telling -- just cast a glance at the rest of his party to make sure they were all accounted for in front of their own open door, then left this task to their own common sense and, without a word, got the hell out of Dodge.

-The doors opened, all of them swinging open in strange harmony like one living organism. If ever there was an argument for teamwork this looked like it. John was leaving, and she was more then happy to follow. But she had to do something first.

Polaris stepped away from her door long enough to kneal near her doll sized fallen comrade. It still hurt her chest.. the flashing memory of Europa's last moments.. or not. She was still perplexed by the familar boot that peeked out of the sash covering.

Perhaps it was dangerous... but her friend.. her occasional partner deserved the respect of not being skewered and kabobed. Maybe her blood wasn't dangerous at all.. and if it was, maybe her own ivory gloves would keep her safe enough from it.

Polaris' hands were gentle as she attempted to take Europa's sash covered corpse before she would head towards her door to leave.-

It opened! The door had opened! The desire to bounce up and down with a celebratory cheer was cut short by the sickness... Well, the sickness and the knowledge that bouncing at this point, with the spikes so close above her head, might lead to the same unpleasantness that they had been trying to avoid by not getting impaled by the keys.

Corvus glanced down quickly, unable to make out the smaller members of their party, but feeling the need to at least check for Devi anyways. Hopefully she was safe too. Hopefully they all would be. "See you guys on the other side."

A pity Corvus hadn't paused to consider the morbidity of her words before stepping into the darkness beyond.