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SEPTEMBER EVENT: SKULLY'S ANGELS
[around 10:30PM, after Friday has returned from bringing all the other guests back to the ship, she parks the tender just off the shore, idling. she sticks her head out of the door.]
Good luck! Just come get me if you need anything! [beat] But, only if it’s something I can do without stepping outside! [beat] Have fun!
[she then pops back inside. they’re on their own, for now.
the salamander villagers have returned to their homes for the night, it seems… all but one, a smaller one, bedecked in leather armor and carrying a spear. they watch the group as they leave the beach, eyes fixed… and then, slowly but distinctly, they toss their head in the direction of inland, and turn away from them to begin a sort of watch.
perhaps that was salamander for good luck. you’ll need it.]
Good luck! Just come get me if you need anything! [beat] But, only if it’s something I can do without stepping outside! [beat] Have fun!
[she then pops back inside. they’re on their own, for now.
the salamander villagers have returned to their homes for the night, it seems… all but one, a smaller one, bedecked in leather armor and carrying a spear. they watch the group as they leave the beach, eyes fixed… and then, slowly but distinctly, they toss their head in the direction of inland, and turn away from them to begin a sort of watch.
perhaps that was salamander for good luck. you’ll need it.]
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But, well, I suppose taking them all at once would be rather like ripping off a bandaid...
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[ Staring intently at that cool knife... ]
Who votes we grab everything?
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Three, two, one -- go.
[And then they're grabbing the items.]
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oh, except a dark purple fog begins rapidly pouring from the ceiling, immediately enveloping the group and spreading out through the room. that happens.]
What the fuck?!
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[ Darcy shoves the knife and gem in her pockets and barrels down the stairs for the exit, covering her mouth and nose with her sleeve and hoping to God the door doesn't shut on them. ]
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it doesn't seem to be doing anything to them. physically. mentally...
Ava and Jenny fail their sanity checks. Jenny's hands and arms begin twitching violently, making her drop the gorilla paw. Ava is suddenly overwhelmed by a need to run as fast as she possibly can in the opposite direction of the group.]
Shit, shit - we need to get back to the beach!
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she pauses, boots digging into the ground and not allowing her to follow. there's glitch of movement where she stands as she struggles to gain grip of her sanity and fails. nobody even knows she's still with them, she convinces herself. nobody even cares. they got what they came for with no help from her and they don't actually need her to return with them.
so she can... make her escape now. they won't notice. they can't catch her. she's so close to being free.
her distorted laugh probably gives her away before taking off in the opposite direction with only the faintest impression of her existence blurring through the dark.]
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Or, vibes, as the Captain would say.
Things aren't going too poorly all things considered. And then Ava laughs? And.... runs????]
Ava?
[ What is happening? He can barely see her and has no idea where she's going and... He groans. This is the part where he turns and follows the group and completes the mission. They got what they came for. That's good enough.
He starts to follow the rest again for about three steps before he pauses and looks where she went.]
Shit.
[ Ripping the bag off his shoulder he tosses it to whoever is closest and then gives chase. ]
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she's not even sure what she's running toward, just away through the jungle. the footfalls of her boots are louder than she usually prefers for stealth, crunching through leaves and fallen sticks, as she phases right through bushes and trees in her path.
her lungs burn with exertion as she pushes faster, and her legs won't allow her to slow down despite how little sense she can make out of what she's doing, less and less sense.
until suddenly she's able to break through the confusion, collapsing all at once on her hands and knees.
she breathes out uneasily. fuck. she has no idea where she is, how far out she made it. Ava glances around her, and in the dark Max's red eyes stand out like a beacon.]
M- [small gasp for air] Max?
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He's not going to be able to catch up to her, he's just not quick enough with so many obstacles in the way, yet he keeps doggedly following.
Until suddenly his whole system overloads. He doesn't even get a chance to acknowledge any of the error messages being thrown up before he freezes making a strange whiring noise followed by a click like a copier turning on.
At first he goes slack, standing there with his arms at his side and still in the half foot forward walking position he was in, but then he straightens up, hands clasped in front of him, eyes straight ahead.]
Yes?
[ His voice could almost be described as chirping. ]
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Max tears off after Ava, having caught sight of her when Skulduggery couldn't, and he has to trust that they'll be okay. They're running away from the danger, he tries to tell himself. It'll be fine.
He takes off with the rest of the group back the way they came, hating the decision every step of the way.]
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the curse takes another swipe at them as they reach the midpoint between the pyramid and the beach.
Darcy, Skulduggery, Max, and Jenny fail their sanity checks. Darcy bursts into uncontrollable weeping. Skulduggery begins screaming. Max becomes catatonic (can stand but has no will or interest; may be led or forced to simple actions but takes no independent action). Jenny begins laughing uncontrollably.]
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1/2
2/3 tw: suicide
3/3
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I do believe that's our cue to leave.
[ He slides the bag off his shoulder, opening it if anyone wants to make him pack mule their items. Share the cursed treasures around.]
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[Fucking b o o k i n g it, right behind Darcy let's go let's go]
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[Hey does trying to manipulate the air into a stiff breeze help their exit? idk if it does but he's trying that on their way out!!!]
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[she stares up at the gas as it fills the room around them, and shifts intangible in an attempt to escape it. it seems to work? she thinks, doesn't immediately start choking or dying from poisonous fumes. ava quietly waits for everyone else to leave in case anyone collapses and needs dragging out, one last glance around before she follows behind to the exit.
that seemed rather uneventful, but at least they made it.]
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Anyway, seems It Begins......]
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Hey. If the floor collapses...