October Excursion: Step into Hell

[odinsbane]

Who: Those who signed up
What: The October Excursion
When: October
Where: Fenrir's Pocket Realm
Warnings: It's Hell...


Have you ever gone to sleep and just awoken somewhere else?

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Cells [OTA]

[hate_gettin_older]

A low groan goes up inside one of the cells, gradually increasing in volume until it cuts off on the half-gasped word "Fuck."

Edgar has come to consciousness on a cold damp stone floor, and isn't enjoying it one bit.

[configuration_birdwatcher]

Bastion emits a censor-beep tone in agreement. // Fuck.

They've just come online themself, and their last memories before shutting down are in complete disarray, shot through with increasingly dire status messages and errors. What they can access is distressing, and the zombies and monstrous animals and monstrous zombie animals are only the start of it.

[hate_gettin_older]

His eyes open abruptly wider at that sound, and for a moment he holds still.

Then slowly turns to look at who's in here with him.

[configuration_birdwatcher]

On the ground in this dim gloomy lighting, the heap of blocky shapes may or may not register as humanoid, but their glowing blue optics - a large rectangle on their faceplate and a smaller horizontal one on their chest - are clearly visible. The two of them aren't the only ones locked up in the dungeon, considering the startled, affronted yelling from Arthur, but Bastion's the closest. They push themself up into a sitting position, but don't move to stand up quite yet.

[hate_gettin_older]

The blue glowing parts are what triggers the memory.

"Hey," he says, still a touch warily, and starts to push himself up to sitting as well. "I've seen you round the ship, right?"

[configuration_birdwatcher]

Bastion nods, the movement accentuated by the blue glow. // Yes.

Their diagnostics aren't turning up anything new that's wrong with them beyond what the messy shutdown left behind, so at least there's that.

// I go by Bastion. How about you? They don't have a name on file for him, although he looks familiar enough that they know he isn't a new arrival.

[hate_gettin_older]

"Edgar," he says. "How long you been in here?"

[configuration_birdwatcher]

// Two minutes, thirteen seconds online. I was brought here offline. They're not sure how long they were lying inert and helpless in the dungeon before they rebooted and they don't want to think about that right now.

Or does Edgar mean the Serena Eterna? // 15 months aboard the ship.

[hate_gettin_older]

"Offline. Like ... unconscious? Cause me too."

With an effort, he starts to get to his feet.