[ glad that's got her a little more back in her element. he looks back to jolyne as she goes to crack open the 3-1 door. ]
JC, I'm gonna check that door behind the desk over there. Shout if you need anything, okay?
[ so he can make sure there's nothing in there that's going to jump out behind rita while she's checking the computer... anyway, he'll follow her back behind the desk. how about this door, any sign here? is it locked if he tries to turn the... pustule...? ]
[Jolyne may open the door to 3-1! There is nothing to indicate what kind of room it is; only a placard stating the room number. It's quite dark inside when she opens the door, too.
But with the light filtering in from the hallway, Jolyne will be able to see that it's another room identical to the one they woke up in, with the very same layout. The only difference here is that, besides the lights still being off, all the curtains are drawn to conceal the beds. Is she going to check anything out here?
With a roll of 5, Datz doesn't notice anything weird(er) when he follows Rita behind the nurse's desk. Nothing jumps out of the woodworks to attack them, anyway. There is no sign on the door, but it appears to be locked when he tries it.
Meanwhile, Rita will see that the computer is on! It's currently locked, though. But with her roll of 13, that isn't the only thing she notices. Right when she rounds the desk to step behind it, she catches a glimpse of a slim leg quickly pulling itself under the desk, just out of sight.
There is someone, or something, hiding under the desk. Rita cannot see it while standing, but it is right under the computer she is currently checking out, in that sort of designated space with the keyboard tray where someone would pull their desk chair in to sit between the desk drawers. If that makes sense.
[ is what he gets back because surely nothing bad will happen!
but yeah, she'll be nosy, unfortunately. she'll try and find something in all the viscera to keep the door cracked for her but she would like to go inside. is there anything at all in the undisturbed room? like can she hear anything besides any machines? breathing? /sweats ]
[ she stops when she catches a glimpse of that leg, and she jumps back (and probably right into datz). he might have missed it on first glance, but he can probably see where rita's facing. ]
[There is a door stopper integrated to the door if Jolyne would like to pull it down. That, or she could use the light switch so she doesn't have to depend on keeping the door open to be able to see.
There is no one breathing in this room besides Jolyne. The quiet hum of the air conditioner is the only sound in the room, ignoring Rita and Datz yelling down the hallway. The curtains are still drawn over the three beds.
Rita saw a human leg, yes. Very similar in size to her own leggies, actually! Maybe it's another member of the 4'11" gang. There is no response when she demands that they show themselves.
Datz crouches down and finds that the leg is very much attached to a body. A teenager, about Rita's age, with bright green eyes and pink hair stares back at him, terrified. Their face and hands are smeared with blood. They have their knees pulled up to their chest, trying to make themselves as tiny as possible.]
but also yes she will do both, but isn't going to like. ignore the screaming once that's done. she's turning and moving towards the nurse's station bye hope you like that i left the light on and door open, whoever or whatever is in room 3-1. sorry this place is so disgusting she's not risking anyone getting hurt if she's right there. ]
[Farewell, room 3-1. Jolyne abandons it with the lights on and the door wide open.
The teen looks between Rita and Datz, shoulders hunched almost all the way up to their ears. It looks like they're trying to decide whether or not to call bullshit on that, and they open their mouth as if to reply — only to immediately snap it shut when something starts humming down the hallway.
Jolyne, who is closer to it, will be able to tell what's going on with more ease than Datz and Rita. The elevator is moving.
The teenager immediately tries to grab Datz's hand to pull him under the desk. Hide. Hide. It's time to hide.]
[ bye room! jolyne just looks at the elevator, registering it's movement and moves quickly to join them in the nurse's station because there's someone here? also??? in this terrible meatscape?! ]
Shit, elevator's moving.
[ she's kind of curious about how that person's going to somehow get through... whatever is covering the elevator itself. ] Who else could possibly be in this place?
[ rita's not sticking around in plain sight to see who's coming, especially after seeing that reaction, so she'll crouch down by the desk -- under, if she can fit, but if not, staying out of line of sight will do for now... ]
[ rita will definitely fit because datz is pushing her down there instead of taking the hand himself, mouthing "thanks" to this poor kid who he appreciates very much right now.
i guess he's joining jolyne in like, trying to hide in a corner or something. at least the two of them are good at punching shit if they need to, and they can always bash someone's head in with this office chair. ]
[Rita fits comfortably under the desk with the teenager. They are both tiny. As long as Rita lets Datz shove her in there and makes sure to keep her legs pulled up to her chest, then she will be practically invisible to anyone who walks behind the nurse's desk.
Datz and Jolyne? Not so much.
Sure, they're not visible from the elevator, given that the desk is in a little corner. But unless they decide to find another spot to hide, anyone who gets close enough to the desk will be able to see them. Maybe that won't matter in the long run, though.
The elevator dings when it arrives at the third floor. The doors open with a terrible scraping sound, like nails down a chalkboard. They will hear someone fiddling with the fence, sliding it open with a wet crunchy noise, and then there is the sound of something sticky flopping across the floor before fence slides shut with a click.
The flopping comes closer. It sounds like something moist and tacky is repeatedly slapping the linoleum floor on its way down the hallway. The voice they hear as it approaches is significantly worse.]
Y̷e̷s̶!̴ ̴I̶'̸m̶ ̵l̷o̶o̶k̶i̵n̸g̵ ̸i̴n̵t̵o̶ ̷t̷h̶e̴ ̴c̵o̸d̶e̶ ̸i̶n̵ ̵3̴-̴4̵ ̷n̶o̴w̵,̷ ̷g̴o̷d̸.̶ ̷ ̶I̵'̸v̴e̷ ̴b̸e̷e̶n̷ ̶b̷u̶s̸y̵.̵ ̸I̵-̵-̸ ̴ [It's the voice of something completely and utterly alien. A set of vocal cords that were not meant to imitate human language. The flopping comes to a stop close to the desk.] ... H̵e̴y̷,̶ ̸s̵e̷n̷d̵ ̴s̷o̷m̶e̴o̵n̴e̴ ̶e̷l̸s̶e̶ ̵u̶p̶.̶ ̸S̶o̶m̷e̴t̵h̸i̵n̸g̸'̷s̷ ̴w̷r̸o̴n̸g̵ ̴i̶n̸ ̷3̶-̴1̵.̶
[The teen remains very, very still. Not daring to even breathe.]
[ you know what. actually. leaving the door open wasn't a bad idea, for now at least. it's maybe proving a small distraction? who knows. they're bringing someone else up now so they only have a small window. rita and the mysterious girl can stay safe under the desk for now though.
she looks over at datz and kind of prepares herself for a fight if need be. the voice are... so strange. just alien and grinding, it makes her grit her teeth, but she stays as still as can possibly be. her and datz aren't going to stay hidden for long - but at least it seems like it's just one person. they might have the chance.
the slapping sound really just creeps her the fuck out, but. a silent gesture, looking towards the sound, and the barest nod. what if we were naughty. what if we jumped this weird alien sloppy thing we haven't seen yet? she looks like she's ready to spring if they want to one-two tackle this... person (?) ]
[ help. rita's shoved under the desk, and she huddles in close to the other teen.
she winces at the sound of the voices, then looks over to meet the teenager's eyes. don't worry, she mouths. either they'll go undetected, or datz and jolyne will beat the shit out of those things. even in a place as horrible as this, there's nothing to fear from them. she's sure of it. ]
[ boy, that weird voice and those wet floppy sounds do not fill a guy with confidence, and he gets the feeling maybe this is going to be like fighting jolyne's meat curtain nemesis back in the first room, but.
yeah, as long as whoever or whatever that is is focused on the room across the hall, this is probably their one chance to catch it off guard, and there's no way they're not going to get found eventually otherwise, so he nods at jolyne. this is probably not gonna go great, but fuck it, we ball. ]
[Under the desk, the teen studies Rita's face after she tries to reassure them, almost as if searching for something. Then, a few seconds later, some of the tension drains from their shoulders and they smile at her. Thank you, they mouth right back at her.
Jolyne and Datz prepare to tackle the unknown fifth person. They continue their conversation, completely unaware of what's about to happen. They're arguing with someone now, presumably over the phone or some kind of communication device, saying, G̵̘̯̥͙̤͌ȍ̵͈͙̫̘̤̮̪͈̓̉̂̕ḑ̵̨͓͙͓̎̓̕s̸̛̺͓̹̪͍͎̀͆̆̋, t̵̮̏̈́h̶͍͇̕e̶͉͗͗y̵̬͑̆'̸̩̣̈́r̵̻̯̃̔ẻ̶̬͍ ̴̜̼̀͝n̴͈̈o̶̜͂̎͜t̵̯̓͒ ̸̧͛ọ̶́͋ͅv̵͇̗͑e̴̜̜͊r̷̦̕r̶̞̅e̶̱̅͘ǟ̸̖̤c̸̃͝ͅț̸͂̓ȉ̶͍̋n̸̲͖̅g̸̜͓̈́.̶̢̹̈́͊ ̷̼͒ ̶̧̘̏T̸͓͝ḣ̸̜͈̍ë̷̼́ ̶̘͈̄͗d̷͚̥́ǫ̶̛͇o̵̱͑r̸̟̾ ̵̧̑͠ȋ̶̳s̴̗̘̿̅ ̵̜͑w̶͔̫͗͝į̷͉͋d̷̡̹͒̉e̶̻̦̾ ̶̣̋͑o̷͇̟͑p̸̦̖̃̕e̶̢͐ͅn̸̜̖̑͋.̶̰͎̀͘ ̴̼̀̀ ̷͔͐͝I̸̟̓̾t̵̥̱͌͋'̷̳̪̌s̷̰̎ ̷̮̕n̷̚͜o̶̜̤̔̑t̶̯̭͌ ̴̲͗s̷̳̣̕u̷̠͌p̶͙͆p̸̥̀̉o̴̙͗̿͜s̸̙͇͑̈ẻ̸̱d̶͉̓ ̷͍̽̓t̸͇̂o̵̭͗ ̴̟̬̏b̵̠̃ͅè̴͉͝ ̷̟̃̅o̵͎͎̓͝p̸̹̓̽ȇ̸̢̚ņ̶̫̈́.̴̦̊̾ ̴̳̗͋̀ ̴̺́̅Ĉ̴̱͜o̵̪̟͆͘ú̷̧l̷͉͑d̴͇͒ ̶̧̹͠ẏ̶͕͝ò̸̠ͅṷ̵̢̏ ̶̩̈́j̸̘͝u̴͔͓͑́s̷̤̜̅͝t̶̛̠̑ ̴̗̙̕ṡ̴̼̥̃h̸͓̯̾u̵͌ͅț̵͕̏̒ ̵̡͉̑͛ȕ̵͈͓ṗ̷̧̗͗ ̶̩͂a̴̪̝̓n̶͚̊͠d̷̹̼̽ ̵̙̭͌s̴͔̲̉̄è̴̮̙n̷͔̝̎d̶̯̑ ̵̨̙̉ṡ̶̞͔ǫ̸̪̂͝m̷͍̩̈́͠è̶͓̒o̴͎͈̔̈́n̷̙͕͊͒è̶̦̹̓?̵̰́
They fail to notice Jolyne quietly slipping out from behind the nurse's station. With her roll of 16, they don't notice when she begins to turn the corner, the third floor hallway coming into view.
They do notice, however, when Datz bumps into the office chair behind the desk with his unfortunate roll of 4. The chair hits the desk with a sound not unlike flesh slapping into flesh. Several of the items sitting on top of the desk are subsequently knocked over, with some of them rolling off and falling onto the floor. A mug that looks like it's carved out of bone shatters on the floor, scattering pens, a ruler and a letter opener.
Under the desk, the teen sucks in a breath and grabs Rita's hand, squeezing.
The figure standing in front of 3-1 stops, seconds away from hanging up on the person on the other line, and quickly turns around to face the nurse's station. Jolyne is the first to see them in their entirety.
A thoroughly inhuman creature stares at her. Its sagging, bulbous flesh drips pus and blood while something squirms just beneath the surface. Like worms. Like maggots. Like hundreds and thousands of little bugs live beneath the decaying layer of skin and call the bulging veins, visible under its ghostly pallor, their home. The creature stares at Jolyne with unevenly sized, overly large eyes, so terribly dark that the pupils are barely visible. Bright yellow spittle falls from its mangled maw when it immediately hisses—]
W̵̪͊̽̚h̶̦̅́̊a̴̠͍͌̈t̴͖͈̘̽̌͝ ̵̀̒ͅt̷͙̗̎̏́h̶̩̭̘̄́͘e̶̝̋ ̵̘̲̔͌f̸͖͉̅̔͌ǘ̷͈̾͘ć̵̗̾͋k̴̡̦̹̆̈́̀?̸̼̰͂!̴̛͔͙̐̍ [It presses what Jolyne and Datz will vaguely recognize as a phone to its face as it backs up, like it's trying to retreat back to the elevator.] D̴̢̺͈͆̉o̶̼̰̐n̸̻͍̅̾̒'̷̨̍̆̇t̶̞̪͆ ̴̲̩͍̑͐ẖ̵̜̈́͛̿a̸̛̠͚̳͋̕n̶̢͖̓͆́g̴̟̜̩̾͆͝ ̵̘͆u̶͕̲̳͐p̵̦͘!̶̗̬̰̓ ̷̼̅ͅḐ̶̋͑o̵̺͓̅̒͜n̷̬̬̑'̷̢̺̓̄ţ̵̝̪͆̈́ ̸̙͊͗͋ḣ̵̭̗͒ã̶̛̳͠n̷̖͑̕g̷̲̗͇͛ ̵̹̱̮͒̈̚û̷̢̥͘p̸̟̋,̸̳̾̆͝ ̴̝̄̃͌á̵̻͘͜n̸̛̯̯̹̐d̴͔̄ ̶͓̫͇͛̂l̶͙̜͗̔i̷̩̼̔͘s̵̩̠̖͑̀̎t̴̼͆e̵̦͙̖͂n̵̠̐ ̶̢͕̄̍t̶̳͓͝ͅȏ̵̦̥̽ ̵͇̩̤́m̶͎͌ẹ̸̘͋̄ͅ!̵͉̀̎ ̷̳̭̅̈̍I̴̫̞̍̋ ̶̢̢̩͂n̸̟̠̩̍ȅ̴̠͔̙e̷̪̯̘͠d̵̼̗̻͒̑ ̶̰͉͋͑̾s̸̳͖̄̍̚ẽ̵͈̦̓c̶̮͕͓̍͘u̸̥͂̏͜ŗ̴̩̑͘i̸̬̚ṯ̷̻͖̏̐́ŷ̵̲̣̞̔ ̷͍͐ò̸̝̲̼̅ņ̴̞̒ͅ ̶̩̖̂t̶̝̖̭͂͒h̷̡̖̪̄e̶̗̖͗̐͝ͅ ̸͇̈́́t̵͈̻̂̐h̴͚͚͂͂͒͜i̷̢̟̍͝r̸͔͔̈́̐͌d̸͛̿͜ ̵̘̄̃̒f̴̟̲̳̂͗ḻ̴͎͊̇o̸̩̝̖̐͛̚o̵͓͊r̵͙̟̿̍-̵̬̘̈́̓-̸̯͋̒͘
[Hm. Well. That sounds bad. They should probably do something about that before help arrives.]
[ YEAH WHAT THE FUCK INDEED, BUDDY. OR WHATEVER YOU SAID!
jolyne is just frozen for a moment in shock as she takes all of this in. this is a monstrosity, stretching before her in a strange place where she has 0 clothes, 0 dignity, and just a flimsy hospital gown to cover it all. that being said, she's sort of in fight or flight mode so when everything goes toppling down she does the only thing she knows she should maybe do and that's
springing into action and attempting to grapple, baby.
she's going to try and just get her arms around this pile of flesh as disgusted as she is, shaking and scared as fuck but angry. she may frow up a little in her mouth in the process because this is. disgusting, but she cares more about rita and datz and their new emotional support teen than this alien....... creature....... who may or may not be responsible! for their current situation!
not screaming, but calling out as she tries to hold onto it and smack the phone out of its... slimy mits before it can call for more help. she feels every wriggling thing underneath the surface and gags. ]
[ yeah, the downside of being a pretty big guy is that you don't do great with stealthy maneuvers in tight spaces. whoops. but no problem, the only reason he didn't just pick up the chair as a weapon in the first place was because he was afraid of it making too much noise, so now that that ship has sailed and i somehow got a fucking nat 20 on this, we are going all out!!
he hefts the chair up over his head (as rita and the teen hopefully shield their eyes because this hospital gown is not long enough to accommodate this) and kicks the letter opener over to her across the floor when he catches the glint of it out of the corner of his eye. ]
Here, grab this!
[ then he's just full-on rushing at this poor goopy fuck— ]
And you eat this!!
[ —and slamming the chair down on whatever looks to be its head. ]
[ rita's focused on trying to follow what's happening just out of view, judging from what little she can see (ignoring datz's ass), the sounds...
there's a look of surprise when the teen grabs her hand, but she squeezes it back. ]
... Come on. We're going to make a run for it.
[ rita's seen enough situations go from "let's lay low" to "absolute shitshow" to know what stage they're in now. still holding the other teen's hand, she'll crawl out from under the desk and gestures for them to come out with her. they won't have much time, so they'd better be ready to bolt once the coast is clear. ]
[The teen considers this for a moment, and then they nod before quietly crawling out of their little hidey hole under the desk. Still holding Rita's hand, their voice is soft but undoubtedly human when they speak:]
Okay... I'll follow you.
[It's a pleasant contrast to the awful, bloodcurdling screams of the creature a little further down the hallway.
With a sad roll of 12, it stands no chance against Jolyne's 16 and Datz's hecking natural 20. The creature is noticeably smaller than both Jolyne and Datz. Only by a couple of centimeters in Jolyne's case, and by a lot in Datz's case. Perhaps it's not surprising that Jolyne has no trouble grappling it when push comes to shove. The cellphone(?) goes flying out of its hand and right into room 3-1. They won't see where the cellphone lands, but they can hear the sound of it hitting the ground and then sliding until it thumps against something. Sounds kinda meaty. Wet.
The creature struggles against Jolyne's grip, of course. It kicks and screams and claws at her arms, leaving scratches behind on her already aching limbs. One of its nails catches on the needle still buried in her elbow, pushing it further down until it meets bone. It's just as painful as it sounds.
But its struggles are all for naught because, in this horror house, we honor Nat 20s.
Baring what his momma gave him, Datz hefts the surprisingly heavy office chair over his head and brings it down on the creature's skull. There's a sickening crunch as the chair slams into the poor goopy fuck's head, and Jolyne will get a face full of blood — along with some gritty little chunks of what may or may not be bone and brain. The body in her arms goes completely limp.
Datz may or may not have intended it, but he has successfully bashed the creature's skull in. It is dead.]
[ jolyne is just holding on for dear fucking life, determined to keep latching onto this weird meat beast until the chair comes down. she can't help it, she yelps as the strange meaty creature claws at her arms, and when the needle scrapes bone, she bites down on the inside of her cheek just in time to be
sprayed with brains and gore. w-wonderful.... she lets go immediately, letting the thing slide to the ground, but her arms are kind of shaking and the one that was clawed is just. trembling now from the adrenaline-slash-pain coursing through her now. she claws her other hand over it, squeezing slightly like it's going to stop the pain. ]
Fuck... thank shit... [ she looks over at datz to make sure he didn't get hurt though he did just like. brain the creature over its weird smushy skull so. /sweats looking to rita and her tug-a-long teen from under the desk. ] Elevator? We wanna try it? I think it might have been calling for reinforcements...
[ it's not quite a smile, but rita manages a soft, reassuring look to the other teen as they come out of hiding and into the hallway, just in time to see the creature drop to the floor. she stops to stare at the revolting thing. what even is it? ... something to worry about later, is what. ]
... Yeah. We don't have time to go around looking for an alternative.
[ pulling the teen along, she's making a beeline for the elevator. any time wasted just creates more opportunity for reinforcements to catch up. ]
[ oh. uh. he'd kind of just been going for blunt force trauma there, and he looks a little shocked himself at the spray of gore that comes with the impact. ]
...Okay, did not mean to go that hard, uh. [ looks at jolyne covered in blood like :tails: as he puts down the chair ] Sorry.
[ shakes his head... ]
Yeah, let's try it. Should make sure we're ready for whatever might be waiting for us, though. You get that letter opener?
[ looks on the floor for that and also glances in the direction he thinks he heard the phone skid off in... can he see what it hit... is it bad... ]
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JC, I'm gonna check that door behind the desk over there. Shout if you need anything, okay?
[ so he can make sure there's nothing in there that's going to jump out behind rita while she's checking the computer... anyway, he'll follow her back behind the desk. how about this door, any sign here? is it locked if he tries to turn the... pustule...? ]
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But with the light filtering in from the hallway, Jolyne will be able to see that it's another room identical to the one they woke up in, with the very same layout. The only difference here is that, besides the lights still being off, all the curtains are drawn to conceal the beds. Is she going to check anything out here?
With a roll of 5, Datz doesn't notice anything weird(er) when he follows Rita behind the nurse's desk. Nothing jumps out of the woodworks to attack them, anyway. There is no sign on the door, but it appears to be locked when he tries it.
Meanwhile, Rita will see that the computer is on! It's currently locked, though. But with her roll of 13, that isn't the only thing she notices. Right when she rounds the desk to step behind it, she catches a glimpse of a slim leg quickly pulling itself under the desk, just out of sight.
There is someone, or something, hiding under the desk. Rita cannot see it while standing, but it is right under the computer she is currently checking out, in that sort of designated space with the keyboard tray where someone would pull their desk chair in to sit between the desk drawers. If that makes sense.
So. What now?]
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[ is what he gets back because surely nothing bad will happen!
but yeah, she'll be nosy, unfortunately. she'll try and find something in all the viscera to keep the door cracked for her but she would like to go inside. is there anything at all in the undisturbed room? like can she hear anything besides any machines? breathing? /sweats ]
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[ she stops when she catches a glimpse of that leg, and she jumps back (and probably right into datz). he might have missed it on first glance, but he can probably see where rita's facing. ]
Wh... who's there!? Show yourself!
[ was that a human leg, or...? ]
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[ follows her gaze and can probably at least make out that there's something down there ]
Whoa!
[ uhhhhhhh crouches down a little to try to get a look at them??? help ]
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There is no one breathing in this room besides Jolyne. The quiet hum of the air conditioner is the only sound in the room, ignoring Rita and Datz yelling down the hallway. The curtains are still drawn over the three beds.
Rita saw a human leg, yes. Very similar in size to her own leggies, actually! Maybe it's another member of the 4'11" gang. There is no response when she demands that they show themselves.
Datz crouches down and finds that the leg is very much attached to a body. A teenager, about Rita's age, with bright green eyes and pink hair stares back at him, terrified. Their face and hands are smeared with blood. They have their knees pulled up to their chest, trying to make themselves as tiny as possible.]
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but also yes she will do both, but isn't going to like. ignore the screaming once that's done. she's turning and moving towards the nurse's station bye hope you like that i left the light on and door open, whoever or whatever is in room 3-1. sorry this place is so disgusting she's not risking anyone getting hurt if she's right there. ]
Everyone okay - ? Someone there?
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[ that initial hostility fades when rita also gets a look at them. datz is closer now, so she'll stay back so as not to crowd...
she looks over the desk to call back to jolyne. ]
There's another person here!
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Hey, you okay down there? There's— uh, well.
[ saying there's nothing to be afraid of would be an EXTREME LIE given the scenery here, so never mind that. ]
Anyway, we're not gonna hurt you.
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The teen looks between Rita and Datz, shoulders hunched almost all the way up to their ears. It looks like they're trying to decide whether or not to call bullshit on that, and they open their mouth as if to reply — only to immediately snap it shut when something starts humming down the hallway.
Jolyne, who is closer to it, will be able to tell what's going on with more ease than Datz and Rita. The elevator is moving.
The teenager immediately tries to grab Datz's hand to pull him under the desk. Hide. Hide. It's time to hide.]
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Shit, elevator's moving.
[ she's kind of curious about how that person's going to somehow get through... whatever is covering the elevator itself. ] Who else could possibly be in this place?
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i guess he's joining jolyne in like, trying to hide in a corner or something. at least the two of them are good at punching shit if they need to, and they can always bash someone's head in with this office chair. ]
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Datz and Jolyne? Not so much.
Sure, they're not visible from the elevator, given that the desk is in a little corner. But unless they decide to find another spot to hide, anyone who gets close enough to the desk will be able to see them. Maybe that won't matter in the long run, though.
The elevator dings when it arrives at the third floor. The doors open with a terrible scraping sound, like nails down a chalkboard. They will hear someone fiddling with the fence, sliding it open with a wet crunchy noise, and then there is the sound of something sticky flopping across the floor before fence slides shut with a click.
The flopping comes closer. It sounds like something moist and tacky is repeatedly slapping the linoleum floor on its way down the hallway. The voice they hear as it approaches is significantly worse.]
Y̷e̷s̶!̴ ̴I̶'̸m̶ ̵l̷o̶o̶k̶i̵n̸g̵ ̸i̴n̵t̵o̶ ̷t̷h̶e̴ ̴c̵o̸d̶e̶ ̸i̶n̵ ̵3̴-̴4̵ ̷n̶o̴w̵,̷ ̷g̴o̷d̸.̶ ̷ ̶I̵'̸v̴e̷ ̴b̸e̷e̶n̷ ̶b̷u̶s̸y̵.̵ ̸I̵-̵-̸ ̴ [It's the voice of something completely and utterly alien. A set of vocal cords that were not meant to imitate human language. The flopping comes to a stop close to the desk.] ... H̵e̴y̷,̶ ̸s̵e̷n̷d̵ ̴s̷o̷m̶e̴o̵n̴e̴ ̶e̷l̸s̶e̶ ̵u̶p̶.̶ ̸S̶o̶m̷e̴t̵h̸i̵n̸g̸'̷s̷ ̴w̷r̸o̴n̸g̵ ̴i̶n̸ ̷3̶-̴1̵.̶
[The teen remains very, very still. Not daring to even breathe.]
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she looks over at datz and kind of prepares herself for a fight if need be. the voice are... so strange. just alien and grinding, it makes her grit her teeth, but she stays as still as can possibly be. her and datz aren't going to stay hidden for long - but at least it seems like it's just one person. they might have the chance.
the slapping sound really just creeps her the fuck out, but. a silent gesture, looking towards the sound, and the barest nod. what if we were naughty. what if we jumped this weird alien sloppy thing we haven't seen yet? she looks like she's ready to spring if they want to one-two tackle this... person (?) ]
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she winces at the sound of the voices, then looks over to meet the teenager's eyes. don't worry, she mouths. either they'll go undetected, or datz and jolyne will beat the shit out of those things. even in a place as horrible as this, there's nothing to fear from them. she's sure of it. ]
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yeah, as long as whoever or whatever that is is focused on the room across the hall, this is probably their one chance to catch it off guard, and there's no way they're not going to get found eventually otherwise, so he nods at jolyne. this is probably not gonna go great, but fuck it, we ball. ]
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Jolyne and Datz prepare to tackle the unknown fifth person. They continue their conversation, completely unaware of what's about to happen. They're arguing with someone now, presumably over the phone or some kind of communication device, saying, G̵̘̯̥͙̤͌ȍ̵͈͙̫̘̤̮̪͈̓̉̂̕ḑ̵̨͓͙͓̎̓̕s̸̛̺͓̹̪͍͎̀͆̆̋, t̵̮̏̈́h̶͍͇̕e̶͉͗͗y̵̬͑̆'̸̩̣̈́r̵̻̯̃̔ẻ̶̬͍ ̴̜̼̀͝n̴͈̈o̶̜͂̎͜t̵̯̓͒ ̸̧͛ọ̶́͋ͅv̵͇̗͑e̴̜̜͊r̷̦̕r̶̞̅e̶̱̅͘ǟ̸̖̤c̸̃͝ͅț̸͂̓ȉ̶͍̋n̸̲͖̅g̸̜͓̈́.̶̢̹̈́͊ ̷̼͒ ̶̧̘̏T̸͓͝ḣ̸̜͈̍ë̷̼́ ̶̘͈̄͗d̷͚̥́ǫ̶̛͇o̵̱͑r̸̟̾ ̵̧̑͠ȋ̶̳s̴̗̘̿̅ ̵̜͑w̶͔̫͗͝į̷͉͋d̷̡̹͒̉e̶̻̦̾ ̶̣̋͑o̷͇̟͑p̸̦̖̃̕e̶̢͐ͅn̸̜̖̑͋.̶̰͎̀͘ ̴̼̀̀ ̷͔͐͝I̸̟̓̾t̵̥̱͌͋'̷̳̪̌s̷̰̎ ̷̮̕n̷̚͜o̶̜̤̔̑t̶̯̭͌ ̴̲͗s̷̳̣̕u̷̠͌p̶͙͆p̸̥̀̉o̴̙͗̿͜s̸̙͇͑̈ẻ̸̱d̶͉̓ ̷͍̽̓t̸͇̂o̵̭͗ ̴̟̬̏b̵̠̃ͅè̴͉͝ ̷̟̃̅o̵͎͎̓͝p̸̹̓̽ȇ̸̢̚ņ̶̫̈́.̴̦̊̾ ̴̳̗͋̀ ̴̺́̅Ĉ̴̱͜o̵̪̟͆͘ú̷̧l̷͉͑d̴͇͒ ̶̧̹͠ẏ̶͕͝ò̸̠ͅṷ̵̢̏ ̶̩̈́j̸̘͝u̴͔͓͑́s̷̤̜̅͝t̶̛̠̑ ̴̗̙̕ṡ̴̼̥̃h̸͓̯̾u̵͌ͅț̵͕̏̒ ̵̡͉̑͛ȕ̵͈͓ṗ̷̧̗͗ ̶̩͂a̴̪̝̓n̶͚̊͠d̷̹̼̽ ̵̙̭͌s̴͔̲̉̄è̴̮̙n̷͔̝̎d̶̯̑ ̵̨̙̉ṡ̶̞͔ǫ̸̪̂͝m̷͍̩̈́͠è̶͓̒o̴͎͈̔̈́n̷̙͕͊͒è̶̦̹̓?̵̰́
They fail to notice Jolyne quietly slipping out from behind the nurse's station. With her roll of 16, they don't notice when she begins to turn the corner, the third floor hallway coming into view.
They do notice, however, when Datz bumps into the office chair behind the desk with his unfortunate roll of 4. The chair hits the desk with a sound not unlike flesh slapping into flesh. Several of the items sitting on top of the desk are subsequently knocked over, with some of them rolling off and falling onto the floor. A mug that looks like it's carved out of bone shatters on the floor, scattering pens, a ruler and a letter opener.
Under the desk, the teen sucks in a breath and grabs Rita's hand, squeezing.
The figure standing in front of 3-1 stops, seconds away from hanging up on the person on the other line, and quickly turns around to face the nurse's station. Jolyne is the first to see them in their entirety.
A thoroughly inhuman creature stares at her. Its sagging, bulbous flesh drips pus and blood while something squirms just beneath the surface. Like worms. Like maggots. Like hundreds and thousands of little bugs live beneath the decaying layer of skin and call the bulging veins, visible under its ghostly pallor, their home. The creature stares at Jolyne with unevenly sized, overly large eyes, so terribly dark that the pupils are barely visible. Bright yellow spittle falls from its mangled maw when it immediately hisses—]
W̵̪͊̽̚h̶̦̅́̊a̴̠͍͌̈t̴͖͈̘̽̌͝ ̵̀̒ͅt̷͙̗̎̏́h̶̩̭̘̄́͘e̶̝̋ ̵̘̲̔͌f̸͖͉̅̔͌ǘ̷͈̾͘ć̵̗̾͋k̴̡̦̹̆̈́̀?̸̼̰͂!̴̛͔͙̐̍ [It presses what Jolyne and Datz will vaguely recognize as a phone to its face as it backs up, like it's trying to retreat back to the elevator.] D̴̢̺͈͆̉o̶̼̰̐n̸̻͍̅̾̒'̷̨̍̆̇t̶̞̪͆ ̴̲̩͍̑͐ẖ̵̜̈́͛̿a̸̛̠͚̳͋̕n̶̢͖̓͆́g̴̟̜̩̾͆͝ ̵̘͆u̶͕̲̳͐p̵̦͘!̶̗̬̰̓ ̷̼̅ͅḐ̶̋͑o̵̺͓̅̒͜n̷̬̬̑'̷̢̺̓̄ţ̵̝̪͆̈́ ̸̙͊͗͋ḣ̵̭̗͒ã̶̛̳͠n̷̖͑̕g̷̲̗͇͛ ̵̹̱̮͒̈̚û̷̢̥͘p̸̟̋,̸̳̾̆͝ ̴̝̄̃͌á̵̻͘͜n̸̛̯̯̹̐d̴͔̄ ̶͓̫͇͛̂l̶͙̜͗̔i̷̩̼̔͘s̵̩̠̖͑̀̎t̴̼͆e̵̦͙̖͂n̵̠̐ ̶̢͕̄̍t̶̳͓͝ͅȏ̵̦̥̽ ̵͇̩̤́m̶͎͌ẹ̸̘͋̄ͅ!̵͉̀̎ ̷̳̭̅̈̍I̴̫̞̍̋ ̶̢̢̩͂n̸̟̠̩̍ȅ̴̠͔̙e̷̪̯̘͠d̵̼̗̻͒̑ ̶̰͉͋͑̾s̸̳͖̄̍̚ẽ̵͈̦̓c̶̮͕͓̍͘u̸̥͂̏͜ŗ̴̩̑͘i̸̬̚ṯ̷̻͖̏̐́ŷ̵̲̣̞̔ ̷͍͐ò̸̝̲̼̅ņ̴̞̒ͅ ̶̩̖̂t̶̝̖̭͂͒h̷̡̖̪̄e̶̗̖͗̐͝ͅ ̸͇̈́́t̵͈̻̂̐h̴͚͚͂͂͒͜i̷̢̟̍͝r̸͔͔̈́̐͌d̸͛̿͜ ̵̘̄̃̒f̴̟̲̳̂͗ḻ̴͎͊̇o̸̩̝̖̐͛̚o̵͓͊r̵͙̟̿̍-̵̬̘̈́̓-̸̯͋̒͘
[Hm. Well. That sounds bad. They should probably do something about that before help arrives.]
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jolyne is just frozen for a moment in shock as she takes all of this in. this is a monstrosity, stretching before her in a strange place where she has 0 clothes, 0 dignity, and just a flimsy hospital gown to cover it all. that being said, she's sort of in fight or f
light mode so when everything goes toppling down she does the only thing she knows she should maybe do and that'sspringing into action and attempting to grapple, baby.
she's going to try and just get her arms around this pile of flesh as disgusted as she is, shaking and scared as fuck but angry. she may frow up a little in her mouth in the process because this is. disgusting, but she cares more about rita and datz and their new emotional support teen than this alien....... creature....... who may or may not be responsible! for their current situation!
not screaming, but calling out as she tries to hold onto it and smack the phone out of its... slimy mits before it can call for more help. she feels every wriggling thing underneath the surface and gags. ]
Double D! Grab whatever you got!
[ let's go defiant dragon on this thing. ]
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he hefts the chair up over his head (as rita and the teen hopefully shield their eyes because this hospital gown is not long enough to accommodate this) and kicks the letter opener over to her across the floor when he catches the glint of it out of the corner of his eye. ]
Here, grab this!
[ then he's just full-on rushing at this poor goopy fuck— ]
And you eat this!!
[ —and slamming the chair down on whatever looks to be its head. ]
Snitches get stitches, pal!!!
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there's a look of surprise when the teen grabs her hand, but she squeezes it back. ]
... Come on. We're going to make a run for it.
[ rita's seen enough situations go from "let's lay low" to "absolute shitshow" to know what stage they're in now. still holding the other teen's hand, she'll crawl out from under the desk and gestures for them to come out with her. they won't have much time, so they'd better be ready to bolt once the coast is clear. ]
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Okay... I'll follow you.
[It's a pleasant contrast to the awful, bloodcurdling screams of the creature a little further down the hallway.
With a sad roll of 12, it stands no chance against Jolyne's 16 and Datz's hecking natural 20. The creature is noticeably smaller than both Jolyne and Datz. Only by a couple of centimeters in Jolyne's case, and by a lot in Datz's case. Perhaps it's not surprising that Jolyne has no trouble grappling it when push comes to shove. The cellphone(?) goes flying out of its hand and right into room 3-1. They won't see where the cellphone lands, but they can hear the sound of it hitting the ground and then sliding until it thumps against something. Sounds kinda meaty. Wet.
The creature struggles against Jolyne's grip, of course. It kicks and screams and claws at her arms, leaving scratches behind on her already aching limbs. One of its nails catches on the needle still buried in her elbow, pushing it further down until it meets bone. It's just as painful as it sounds.
But its struggles are all for naught because, in this horror house, we honor Nat 20s.
Baring what his momma gave him, Datz hefts the surprisingly heavy office chair over his head and brings it down on the creature's skull. There's a sickening crunch as the chair slams into the poor goopy fuck's head, and Jolyne will get a face full of blood — along with some gritty little chunks of what may or may not be bone and brain. The body in her arms goes completely limp.
Datz may or may not have intended it, but he has successfully bashed the creature's skull in. It is dead.]
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sprayed with brains and gore. w-wonderful.... she lets go immediately, letting the thing slide to the ground, but her arms are kind of shaking and the one that was clawed is just. trembling now from the adrenaline-slash-pain coursing through her now. she claws her other hand over it, squeezing slightly like it's going to stop the pain. ]
Fuck... thank shit... [ she looks over at datz to make sure he didn't get hurt though he did just like. brain the creature over its weird smushy skull so. /sweats looking to rita and her tug-a-long teen from under the desk. ] Elevator? We wanna try it? I think it might have been calling for reinforcements...
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... Yeah. We don't have time to go around looking for an alternative.
[ pulling the teen along, she's making a beeline for the elevator. any time wasted just creates more opportunity for reinforcements to catch up. ]
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...Okay, did not mean to go that hard, uh. [ looks at jolyne covered in blood like :tails: as he puts down the chair ] Sorry.
[ shakes his head... ]
Yeah, let's try it. Should make sure we're ready for whatever might be waiting for us, though. You get that letter opener?
[ looks on the floor for that and also glances in the direction he thinks he heard the phone skid off in... can he see what it hit... is it bad... ]
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