fullthottle | BREAK-IN: Escha & Logy

[They regularly break things open with bombs. It's just a shame neither of them brought any onto this boat.]

Seems like as good a plan as anything else.

[So he takes his sword and vibe checks the handle.]

[ Escha would have brought bombs, but they took her stuff!!!!

But she'll do what she can without bombs. She follows up and swings her staff at the handle as hard as she can, like a baseball bat. Truly, they are experts at this. ]

[Currently, the door:

... Which is to say: With their joint efforts, Escha and Logy will find themselves making short work of the handle. It's not a clean break, no. But the wood splinters from the force of their swings, making it easy enough for them to solve the rest of their problems through additional violence. Once they've successfully pushed the door open, they will find that the room hiding behind the door is completely and utterly dark. Not a single source of light shines within, and the light from the hallway doesn't seem to make it past the door frame.

Shall they venture inside?]

[At least the door is open...]

That opened more easily than I thought it would. Strange that no light is going into the room.

[He says that, he sticks his hand in first, feeling along the wall to see if he can touch a light switch.]

[ Escha tries the same thing, but on the opposite side. She doesn't want to go any further than he does into the dark. ]

I wish we had that lighter.

... Then again, it's ceremonial, huh? Maybe it would be a bad idea to use it.

[Well. From just feeling around the vicinity of the door, neither of them will find anything that remotely resembles a lightswitch. There's something... sticky on the wall where Logy is touching. Escha's hands will bump into something small and metallic, almost like a bead chain, but that's about it.

... They'll really want to either get in fully or get out, though! Because the moment they set a single foot in the room? They'll hear the sound of something crackling behind them. A second later, the door has magically repaired itself so it can immediately slam itself shut.

They might want to move.]

[He takes Escha's arm with his free hand and pulls her into the dark room. Does he know what's here? No.

But it's definitely preferable to be stuck in here than to lose an entire arm. ]

[ Escha is willingly yanked into the room, thank god??? ]

[Welp.

The door slams shut behind them, plunging them into complete and utter darkness. As they come to a stop, they'll notice that the floor doesn't feel like the rest of the ship. It feels... kind of sticky, actually?

They'll want to get back to finding a light source if they want to find out what it is.]

We're safe, at least...

[He takes a step forward, one hand still pressed against the wall, looking for some kind of light fixture.]

Does this room feel... sticky?

Ew... It does. Maybe something spilled in here.

Let's keep looking for a light switch. I'll take this side. [ Escha returns back to the side of the room she had been on, feeling along the wall... Please don't find anything gross, please don't find anything gross... ]

[The floor does, in fact, feel sticky. Their shoes will squelch disgustingly as they move around in the darkness, a light resistance every time they pull their feet away from the ground. Ew.

... Speaking about that, the wall Logy is touching will feel slightly sticky in some areas. His fingers will come out of the ordeal with some kind of substance clinging to his skin. It might be best not to think about it too hard.

Once again, however, Escha's hand will bump into something thin and metallic; it wobbles when her fingertips touch it. Though she can't see what it is in the darkness, she will notice that it's made out of small beads, linked to one another.]

[ He feels like he should definitely think about the fact his hand is getting sticky. It's not like he's anywhere close to the floor.

He's also incredibly reluctant to kneel down right now. So he'll just keep walking and dragging his hand along the wall.]

I think it may be the room? The wall is pretty sticky where I'm at.

[ hm, don't like this. Don't like small beads in a sex game, but Escha is dumb so she... pulls on them? Maybe it's like a chandelier light switch??? ]

Why would the whole room be sticky?

[As Logy keeps dragging his hand along the wall, he'll eventually come to find patches that are not covered in the sticky substance. They are few and in between at first, but if he continues... he'll eventually come across sections that are entirely dry. How far away will he walk from the door?

As for Escha — it's fine? It's fine! Because as soon as Escha pulls on the beads, she will discover that this is actually the light switch. The chain is attached to a fluorescent tube mounted on the wall near the entrance. It flickers precariously as it lights up, only barely providing enough illumination to see what's before them, but... it's better than nothing!

And more importantly, Escha and Logy will come to realize several things:

- There is a gigantic splatter of black goo smackdab in front of the entrance, staining the door, floor and wall near the door. This would explain the stickiness, unfortunately. Logy will find that the hand he is dragging across the wall is now covered in the stuff.
- There's a sink to the left side of the room, accompanied by some mops and buckets.
- Three shelves filled with janitorial supplies, including unlabeled plastic containers and industrial chemicals. There is one shelf to the right, one in the middle of the room, and one to the left.
- Boxes have been haphazardly shoved towards the right side of the room, spilling a little towards the rightmost shelf.
- Though they're barely visible due to the poor lightning, there are also three lockers pushed together at the back of the room.

All in all... It's a very bleak, dark room; jarring in comparison to the opulence of the rest of the ship.

Welcome to the supply closet.

Hope the musty smell doesn't bother them too much.]

[He'll walk a few feet forward to see what's out there until the light turns on.

... Well that's gross, but also what if he sniffs the black goo? Does it have any odor?]

I wonder what made the stain.

I don't know, but you should wash your hands!

[ Go use that sink, Logy! In the meantime, Escha is going to check out those shelves - see if she can tell what any of those chemicals are or find anything special hidden among them. ]

[When Logy sniffs the black goo, he will find that it smells like blood.

At first glance, Escha can see that the shelves are decked out with what appears to be a mix unlabeled chemicals and opaque plastic containers, all tightly sealed. There are three shelves in total. Which one is she checking first? The left, center or right shelf?]

I will.

[But not just yet.]

The black stuff smells like blood.

[Exactly how large is the black goo stain?]

Maybe it's demon blood.

[ She should probably sound more frightened by that, but. Doesn't. As for the shelves, she's starting on the left! ]

[Well. It's not an exact representation by any means, but this is more or less the radius of the splatter. Ew. Did something blow up in here...?

When Escha goes through the left shelf, she will find unlabeled chemicals and one large, plastic box. It's opaque and tightly sealed, so Escha will not be able to see what's inside without opening it. What shall she do?]

It looks like something might have blown up. It'd be better if it was a demon.

[But he's thinking it was probably a human.

For now he'll go over to the sink and check if it's running.]

Maybe it was trying to escape...?

[ And went SPLAT against the wall? But does that make it bad that they broke down the door, or is it splat and that means it doesn't matter? Ugh, who knows.

Escha makes note of the box, but moves on to the center shelf. She's still deciding whether or not she wants to try opening that. ]

[The sink is, indeed, running! Which is super unfortunate for whatever was laying at the bottom of the sink, because it definitely will sound like the water hit paper the moment it started running. O... Oops?

As for Escha, her findings in the center shelf will be similar. Many unlabeled chemicals, and an opaque plastic box that's sealed up tight.]

[He immediately shuts it off when he hears the noise, and peers over to attempt to look at the paper? Is it actually paper?

There might be light, but there's not a whole lot of it.]

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