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thearena2012-11-17 12:48 pm
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WHO| Anyone who wanted in on this
WHAT| Exploring the lower levels of the ruins.
WHEN| A few days after the start of the Cornucopia. Please specify times, if relevant, in subject line.
WHERE| Lower levels of the ruins
WARNING/NOTES| This thread is to overlap these interactions, so please see who else has posted before starting a new thread. We will be rolling for what people will be able to grab in the above OOC thread.
The building had obviously been for something huge. Because it was huge. Miles of corridors, all wrapped around each other, followed in their path by many, many pipes, and most of them still accessible. Occasionally a collapsed wall impedes the hall's path, but down here most everything is clear. Room after room split off, varying from offices, now left in ruins, to huge rooms fulls of large machines, now rusted and useless. Break rooms, labs, control rooms, whatever was done here, it was big. And from what was still here-over turned chairs, projects left disintegrating on tables-abandoned in a hurry.
And down here? Now dark. Occasionally a collapsed roof let in shafts of light. But once your eyes adjusted to the dark, a soft glow became apparent. All along the walls, a softly glowing mold was spreading, giving just enough light to see by. It was nice and warm down here too, a refreshing break from the cold outside.
And if you followed the right halls, suddenly you found yourself in a large, open room. In the middle is a strange lump of smooth rock, having been blown down there from some explosion from above. And around that? All the supplies your little heart could desire. There are force fields that flicker softly in the corners, but they don't stop you from retrieving the supplies.
What might, however, is the way the room makes you feel. Tingling, and overwhelmingly nauseous. Although the room itself is pleasantly warm, anyone standing there is hot, feverish, and feels as if they have the worst bout of flu. Ever.
WHAT| Exploring the lower levels of the ruins.
WHEN| A few days after the start of the Cornucopia. Please specify times, if relevant, in subject line.
WHERE| Lower levels of the ruins
WARNING/NOTES| This thread is to overlap these interactions, so please see who else has posted before starting a new thread. We will be rolling for what people will be able to grab in the above OOC thread.
The building had obviously been for something huge. Because it was huge. Miles of corridors, all wrapped around each other, followed in their path by many, many pipes, and most of them still accessible. Occasionally a collapsed wall impedes the hall's path, but down here most everything is clear. Room after room split off, varying from offices, now left in ruins, to huge rooms fulls of large machines, now rusted and useless. Break rooms, labs, control rooms, whatever was done here, it was big. And from what was still here-over turned chairs, projects left disintegrating on tables-abandoned in a hurry.
And down here? Now dark. Occasionally a collapsed roof let in shafts of light. But once your eyes adjusted to the dark, a soft glow became apparent. All along the walls, a softly glowing mold was spreading, giving just enough light to see by. It was nice and warm down here too, a refreshing break from the cold outside.
And if you followed the right halls, suddenly you found yourself in a large, open room. In the middle is a strange lump of smooth rock, having been blown down there from some explosion from above. And around that? All the supplies your little heart could desire. There are force fields that flicker softly in the corners, but they don't stop you from retrieving the supplies.
What might, however, is the way the room makes you feel. Tingling, and overwhelmingly nauseous. Although the room itself is pleasantly warm, anyone standing there is hot, feverish, and feels as if they have the worst bout of flu. Ever.
General exploration (and possibly other things too)!
You must trust your instinct. If something is wrong, you must discover the source.
And so he went in. And was instantly hit with a feeling of familiarity. The lobby was just like any other lobby in an office building, but there were also rusted metal detectors. Several of them.
And he started to go further in, that feeling of dread threatening to turn into nausea. Deeper into the dark to figure out what the shell was going on with this Arena.
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Plus, it's nice to be inside.
Less nice is the deepening feeling of nausea and the flair-up of another headache. And then, of course, the sound of someone else approaching.
Tony stiffens, knowing it's easily someone with a goddamn cross bow or something, sneaking up behind him to knock an arrow through his throat or something, but still, he hazards a look.
"Oh, hey there Koopa Troopa!" he recognizes the shadow more than he really sees Donatello himself.
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And then Tony's voice echoed into his mind, and the turtle turned to face him.
"Tony." Don let out a slight sneeze. Probably the dust. At least he didn't vomit. Always a good thing. "Shouldn't be surprised to see you, should I."
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"Thought I would check the place out. See if I can find anything useful." By which he means, things he can turn into weapons that blow people up. It's a forte of his. Might as well use what you've got. He doesn't mind divulging this information to Donatello. It's not exactly something that the turtle-guy doesn't already know, anyway. Plus, he's mildly curious as to what he's doing here, also.
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Well. As "right" as any fight to the death scenario could be, at least in comparison to the other two arenas.
"This place...I think this place might explain exactly why."
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"Might be better to have another set of eyes down here," he says. "Considering.....well, there's a lot to be watching out for. "
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Don bit his lip, then shook his head. Not at Tony. Just a sudden headache.
"Let's try and do this quickly. Find what we need to find and get out."
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"You have any thoughts about this place yet?" he wonders, already walking again.
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Though the thought of quite a bit of the items in this place being busted is starting to dawn on him. And not even in a good way, either. There are wires and instruments so twisted and damaged that not even he could fix it speedily, despite his experience with broken items in the sewer.
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That was when his hand hit something hard and metal. Quickly Don uncovered it. His eyes widened, however, when he saw exactly what it was, and he quickly stood up, backing off.
"Oh..." Realization hit him as he coughed. "Oh shell. Oh shell, Tony..."
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He turns to look and see's what Don is looking at.
"Wait a tick, is that....."
A goddamn geiger counter?! Yes. He doesn't even need to finish the question to know that, and he doesn't have to be told twice why one of those might be laying around here. Couple that with the mess around this place, he almost feels a fool not having figured it out already.
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Including them. However, the other hand goes to his thigh for some reason.
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He likes to hope that this line of thinking is only situational. Only one winner after all. Might make the odds better if most of them were offed by radiation poisoning.
It's a bit odd to him that Donatello isn't right on his heels though. For sounding so worried, Tony half expected the guy to be sprinting toward the exit, really. So what's the hold up?
Tony pauses and turns back around to look at him.
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"I know...but there are a few people I promised to look after in this place."
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"Do you know where they are?"
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With that, he's busting down the hallway.
"I'll meet you outside!!"
[Noon of day 9]
He's been exploring the building for about an hour when he becomes aware that the creeping nausea he'd chalked up to hunger is growing.
Oh.
...This is a wonderful time to be getting sick.
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He was nervewracked by then, jumpy and watching his back at every turn. He still hadn't found a weapon yet, and the nausea, headache, and general feeling of horribleness that tangled in his body was not helping. He coughed into the crook of his elbow as he rounded a corner, pausing against the wall as he doubled over with the sudden coughing fit.
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The coughing catches his attention from where he's standing, paused to gather his bearings amidst his own state of illness. Glancing up and towards the end of the hallway, he sees the figure hunched over in the dim light.
Tightening his grip slightly on the piece of re-bar he's claimed as a makeshift weapon, and he starts towards Draco cautiously.
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"Who's there?" He asked carefully, soft voice carrying in the silence.
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It's difficult to see in the dim lighting, but his hands are reddened. He'd assumed it was a result of the cold and frostbite, but the coloration hasn't changed since he's gotten out of the wind and inside the building, even after warming his hands within his jacket.
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"Or at least tell me if you've found anything down here yet," he managed, just before dissolving into another coughing fit.
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"...Feeling a bit ill?"
Even as he says it, the room seems to move around him, causing him to shift his feet and shut his eyes momentarily against the sudden dizziness.
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"Don't tell me you're fine." But he heard that shift, could only assume that it meant Grey was not, in fact, fine.
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He cleared his throat, glaring out at nothing in particular, "Why?"
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Draco frowned, glowering before calling out loudly, his voice carrying: "Oi! Where are you going?"
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She'd figured out early on that there might be more supplies in the ruins somewhere, but up until now she hadn't had the courage (or desperation) to go and explore them for herself.
Although she was beginning to wonder if the nausea building in her stomach was a bad omen.
Lottie probably won't go too far with her
Nerves.
Slipping into the hallway, she stopped dead when she saw the other young girl.
"Oh. Damn."
Day 5 (or whatever day Don and Tony came down)
He felt it right away, the wrongness in the area. At first, that was the best he could describe it. But it was familiar in an unpleasant way. He kept finding himself thinking of Croatia and other war zones except this was so much worse.