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 Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 7:18 pm
Barth could get used to these kinds of field trips. He sank into the soft carpet, and regretted that he was wearing shoes. The room seemed welcoming, and peaceful, and with the sound of churning machinery to sweeten it, Barth found himself relaxing from the usual nerve-tight, survival-oriented weariness that usually gripped him in these ordeals.
The guardians of the way forward spoke. The rhetoric was old, but Barth doubted it was that easy. Or maybe it was. This whole room seemed friendly.
Then Herryk started destroying the furniture, and Freya went right into the churning gears. ...Nordic solutions to puzzles, he thought.
"Christof," Barth said, unable to sound anything but pleased, "it's a mechanism."
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 7:22 pm
The room was strange to say the least. While Calder was familiar with the terrain of the last room, he was completely lost in the other. Standing, he looked down and tapped his hoof a few times into the odd carpeting. Was it growing? It was certainly soft. Like plush grass, but it was...thicker. It almost looked alive!
Worried they were standing on a sleeping creature, Calder slowly moved and covered his ears to the sound of machinery. They were even worse than the washing machines in the laundry room. Not finding it as comforting as the demon did, Calder looked at the gears move with strange symbols in bright and vibrant colors that made his eyes turn around and around and around....
Wobbling, Calder HAD to sit down, and settled down as he held his ears. It wasn't enough to muffle the noises too much and he still heard the clock things further on. Things were strange. Still, even Calder knew that this seemed like a room for Barth and Christof. They missed with metal thinkah-ma-jinks all the time.
He instead investigated the carpet, petting it and wondering what it was. He hoped petting it wouldn't upset the creature it might be.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 7:31 pm
Christof had gaped at the massive gears the moment he had spotted them, but it was the sudden CLICK of an unseen switch that had him turning frantically to find the spot one of them had stepped- something that gave- a switch, there HAD to have been a switch to turn it on and off- the question was, where, and could he open it? He glanced up from his searching of the carpet to where Barth lay, sighing at the sight of him getting increasingly comfortable. Hell's Bells, he'd need Barth's help with this. He was definitely good at pulling things apart, but getting them to work right... that was Barth's territory. He shuffled about the carpet on hands and knees to try to find the area that gave....
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 7:37 pm
Freya was going to try the gears again. She thought that maybe she'd just keep trying until she got knocked out again. Then she wouldn't have to feel this pain that was squeezing her heart, despite promising herself long ago she'd never let that happen again.
"SO STUPID." She yelled at the gears, but truly at herself. She turned around, looked at her teammates, and made an expression of exasperation. They were all.. just.. writhing around on the floor.
Fine. If they were going to die in here like this, she was done fighting it. She stormed over to Barth, flopped down on her stomach, and screamed into the shag.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 7:38 pm
It seemed things were stopping for a bit, and as they did, it seemed a good time to gain their bearings, feel better, and work together. While he wasn't overjoyed that he had been left, he noticed Barth resting, Christof working, and the first years finishing their fight. From carrying the ghoul to not looking at her, Calder wondered what was going on. Seeing as Herryk was tearing things apart, Calder decided the safer option would be to check in on the ghoul. He was a knob after all and as her upperclassman, he felt a sort of responsibility for them.
Rising up from inspecting the carpet, Calder scooted closer to Freya which just so happened to be closer to Barth, and scooted beside her. As she yelled into the carpet, he cringed. Reaching out, he shook her shoulder. "Don't yell at it. It might be alive." It just seemed to ...FLUFFY to not be fur.
He sat down beside her and started to rifle through his bag, pulling out the baggies of granola and fish jerky. "He reached over and shook Freya's shoulder. "Are you okay? Do you want a snack?" Snacks made people feel better, right?
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 7:56 pm
Finished with the destruction of beanbag chairs, Herryk inhaled deeply before exhaling harshly. He tried to think of ways that he could've handled things differently, but it was so hard to say things without sounding like a complete jerk. He had hurt Freya, that much was obvious, but... well, she'd hurt him too. Grunting loudly to himself, Herryk turned his attention to the gearwall. It was a good way to distract himself from his current ghoul-problems, that was for sure. Herryk wondered to himself if he could make it through the small gap that appeared in the wall every now and again. At the moment it didn't seem like a wise chance to take, so Herryk looked around the room to see if there was anything that could be jammed into the gearwall, something that could cease its function altogether.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 8:06 pm
Bilious He shuffled about the carpet on hands and knees to try to find the area that gave.... pinchmonster Herryk looked around the room to see if there was anything that could be jammed into the gearwall, something that could cease its function altogether.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 8:15 pm
Freya lifted her head, and looked at the offering. She snuck a hand out from underneath her, and reluctantly poked at the granola. The fish jerky stayed right where it was.
"Thanks. And no." She pushed herself up to sit normally, and crunched on some granola with a sour face. She could have eaten her own reserves if she wanted to, but she could tell they'd only just begun this hellish trip. She would need her comfort food later.
Especially if..
Her eyes flickered to Herryk as he searched, but she refused to look for long. They returned to Calder, lifting in an expert facade. "But I will be. Thanks yeh for the snack, friend."
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 8:18 pm
After a long while of searching, the hunchback finally gave up with a sigh, finally sitting to see if his team mates had made any of their own progress. Alas, it seemed they were all stumped- even Freya's attempt to leap through as things stood. She was definitely quicker than him. He stood no chance..... Lips pursed behind their stitches, he folded his arms as he stared at the doorway go round and round, appear and disappear. Hmmm... He dug into his satchel, pulling out that horrible little camping shovel he was forced to travel with, limping his way up as he counted the seconds in his head. Wait for it.... As the doorway was about to appear, he suddenly thrust the little shovel forward between the teeth, hoping it would jam the device.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 8:19 pm
Calder chewed on his own strip, watching the ghoul at least sit up and frowning at her. "Sorry. We're your biggers and not being very helpful." Calder said, not feeling like a good elder student for the poor first years. "Sorry....about your hair." He added, and finished his strip of fish jerky and looking at the bag. He then leaned over and held a strip over for Barth, allowing him to take one before leaning back beside Freya.
"Your friend is mad." He pointed out, not knowing what else to say, before looking back up at the gears. He wished they stopped spinning. He wasn't smart with mechanics at all, but he wondered something. "Does it have ...uh...batteries....or a plug?" If it moved, something made it move. They sorta reminded him like water wheels, the gears. Sorta. A little.....well, not really.
He chewed another piece of jerky. "Is he your friend?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 8:23 pm
Calder really wondered if there was anything powering the wall, and looked around for a plug from where he sat. If they just unplug it, then it wouldn't move and hurt them. The moving of the gears seemed to be what they wanted to stop. Every time he wanted something to stop that was metal and complex, he usually just yanked the cord. That or slammed it on the floor before stomping on it.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 8:25 pm
Bilious As the doorway was about to appear between the teeth, he suddenly thrust the little shovel forward between the teeth, hoping it would jam the device. OOC This has had a small effect! Due to the light damage to the gears, the dice roll damage is now thus: ---- Roll 1 - Yoinks! You completely fumble your attempt, and are thrown back with some serious pain. Take -5 HP damage from the sharp edges of the gears! ---- Roll 2-10 - You try to time your movements properly, but you still can't quite make it through the gears. You withdraw with -1 HP damage. ---- Roll 11-17 - You attempt to pass but can't quite make it. Fortunately, you avoided getting munched by the sharp gear teeth and take no damage! ---- Roll 18-20 - Groovy! You make it through to the other side! You may keep trying to interact with the gearwall further if you'd like, as there is potential for more to be done!
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 8:26 pm
MoonKitsune Calder really wondered if there was anything powering the wall, and looked around for a plug from where he sat.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 8:28 pm
"It might," Barth said, accepting the jerky. It was tough to chew, but he sucked mildly on a small section of the meat until it softened. His attentions were on Christof. The floor was very soft. And they weren't in any danger. A break for lunch was just what they needed, now that everyone had settled down again.
"No luck with the shovel?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 8:33 pm
Christof grunted in response, stepping back to survey the damage. The timing was different, and the shovel was... definitely out of commission. For now. He could probably figure out a way to jerry-rig it back together, but it would definitely not work a second time. Hrmmm... Bean Bags would probably just tear and send beads everywhere.
He turned back to his Master and Calder, the ones who could read his hands and translate for the first years at least as he signed, "Timing-different. Need-something-stronger. Anyone-have-things-to-try-wedge?"
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