[he recites the information, like remembering some old history textbook]
"The Luminescent Baby in Qing Qing City, China was the first recorded individual with a quirk. From then, they started showing up around the world." When I was in school, we'd recently hit 70%... Nowadays I think the number is closer to 80% of individuals with some level of quirk.
[u need any help there, bud? is it budging? man, imagine if we had four people crammed in here doing a whole lot of nothing]
... I'd assumed you were the same. So much for familiarity.
[not that it's bad, just... it's nice to feel like someone else is working from the same rulebook]
[ yeah dick doesn't get to answer with EIGHTY FUCKING PERCENT???????? like he wants to because he's too busy yelping at being electrocuted. it's fine! it's not his first time!
but he is shaking his hand in the dark. thank god he wasn't in civvies, that would've hurt a lot more!!!! that it already fuckin did!!! ]
Ow. That's gonna be fun to look at later. [ a beat, and then: ] It's pitch black. You are likely to be eaten by a grue. [ he's muttering this to himself as he closes and opens his fist, wincing a little. eh. he's mostly fine. ] Looks like we're on pause for the superhero comparison talk. Can you-- [ he uses his other hand to hand over the blowtorch to aizawa. or, well. try to hand it over to him when he can't see. ] Point this up in the air, try and make some light? It's the blowtorch.
[There's the brief surprise at the reaction, Aizawa's hand naturally goes to his capture weapon again- ... but it's not needed.]
[He reaches out that same hand to feel and- no, that's a shoulder. no, no that's a tiddy. There we go, there's the blowtorch. There's a bit more blind groping to orient it before,]
Alright.
[Once he's confident, he'll point it up and turn it on.]
We'll have to ask the others, later, if that affected anywhere else.
But once Aizawa is done touching Dick and has the blowtorch on, the inside of the box is visible! It's full of switches, each with a label handwritten on white tape. Nothing from the inaccessible basement levels, so they're out of luck there, but there's a switch for each individual room on the hotel levels as well as one for the Panthouse. There are labels for the rooms they're less familiar with, as well: three of the switches are for SUBSIDIARY ELECTRICAL ROOM, GIFT SHOP, and GRAND BALLROOM.
[ dick's tiddies have been touched. he stood there and stared straight at an invisible camera in the darkness.
well then. ]
Thanks. [ for the groping? clearly? ] The good news is, we've found what the other locked rooms are. Escha's gonna love that map update. [ the bad news is ......... should they switch all of those on. hm. welp! dick starts them off by switching the breaker for the room they're in to on. to like. test. and also. for there to be light. ] Let's hope this doesn't electrocute me again.
[ im giving sarah full rights to whether we turn on all the breakers because I WANNA ]
[That's clearly one of the more illogical things here. Is it a famous hotel? Are they famous? Is this, like Haymitch had suggested, being televised? Is he going to have merch? A line of those kinds of absolutely disgusting thoughts goes through his mind. How absolutely vile.]
Go ahead and turn them all on.
[unless you get electrocuted. or maybe even if you do get electrocuted.]
And, it should go without saying, be ready in case this thing snaps shut.
[the door already proved he can't stop it if it starts]
[That does seem to make sense. So, now, in his head, this is definitely in America. There are probably hotels in America that look just like this. That makes more sense than ghosts.]
[ ....... dick flips them all again??? THEYRE LOCKED IN A ROOM WITH NO POWER AND ITS LIKE 6AM THIS WAS A MISTAKE ]
[ also. if flipping them a third time isn't the charm. he's gonna try to flip them to do the sos in Morse code. is he for real or is he shitposting? both. ]
[hey Aizawa do you have any chill? Asking for a friend. The friend is me.
Anyway, it's a valid question because actually? Flipping them continues to do nothing, and will continue to do nothing...
For the next 4 hours or so.
How far into that will they contemplate cannibalism for real? That's up to Aizawa, I guess, but they do have one more thing they'll be able to find in here while they're trapped together.]
[ well, after the sos flip doesn't work, dick sighs, moving away from the box a bit. after leaving them all in the on position just in case :/ they did Something. they Helped ]
Not sure. As long as the fuel lasts? I don't exactly use kitchen blow torches on a daily basis. [ it's. dry. he misses his gear so much. ] This clearly isn't working. Let's... try and find another way. There might be something we missed.
[ in the dark. in a small room. for four hours, not that he knows that ic yet!
[oh, wait, he already did that. listen, it's hard when your only light is a kitchen blowtorch. This is for creme brulee not creme brusee.]
Let's see if we can secure an exit. If there's any way further in, it should be opposite... let's start from the door and spread out.
[And, by starting at the door, they will clearly examine the door, a totally normal thing that both of these superheroes would definitely do without any outside prompting.]
If you want to hold this, I don't mind working blind.
[the blowtorch, that is. Unless of course, the front door just fucking works or something. or is haunted. or there's a scream-style villain who has been standing there patiently waiting for either of them to turn around.]
[I mean, it's not haunted and there's no one there...
But whether he's feeling up the door or keeping the light source nearby, he'll find a series of scratches in it. If he doesn't have the torchlight nearby, he might want it.]
[ dick shakes his head. in the dark. not that aizawa can see it ]
Nah, you can keep it for now. There's a reason I was out doing this in the middle of the night. [ brightly: ] Hi, I'm Nightwing, nocturnal crime fighter.
[ it's too bad dick is not touching or looking at the door like SOMEONE else. that someone is aizawa ]
[... It sounds cooler in Japanese, probably. He heads over to the door as a starting place and the vague light of the blowtorch catches some interesting shadows. His entire body language tenses up in the dim light.]
[He presses his hand to the door, feeling to confirm what he thought he was seeing.]
... someone tried to claw their way out of here.
[At least, that's his assumption. It's a bit of a jump, sure, but- He traces his palm over the expanse of the door. They seemed to be human. Was is someone short or someone tall? Were there enough to assume one person made them or multiple?]
[He leans in a bit close, carefully moving the blowtorch light. Was there blood?]
[Actually, it doesn't look like that's too far off-- the scratches are all similarly sized, sets of 4 to 5 lines scraped into the door's surface close to the ground, as if whoever made them was unable to get up. Given that, it's hard to say anything besides that they were probably on the floor...
And that they were clawing at this door for some time. Blood is streaked through some of those scratches.]
but nightwing doesn't have time to focus on that because he steps closer to the door to look once Aizawa mentions it, kneeling down and running his fingers over the gouges. with the. non-electrified arm. hahaha it's fine ]
... Likely those belong to whoever wrote that notebook.
[Aizawa's distant enough to start hypothesizing. He wasn't going to form an emotional connection with some mysterious lamp ghost. Ghosts weren't real anyways. He turns and casts his eyes over the expanse of darkness.]
Or were they simply weak from starvation?
[again, in character, they have no idea if this is going to magically unlock]
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"The Luminescent Baby in Qing Qing City, China was the first recorded individual with a quirk. From then, they started showing up around the world." When I was in school, we'd recently hit 70%... Nowadays I think the number is closer to 80% of individuals with some level of quirk.
[u need any help there, bud? is it budging? man, imagine if we had four people crammed in here doing a whole lot of nothing]
... I'd assumed you were the same. So much for familiarity.
[not that it's bad, just... it's nice to feel like someone else is working from the same rulebook]
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While they're both dropping exposition, though, they're about to be rudely interrupted. Prying the box's door open works...
But Dick will get a nasty shock from it as it pops open, and all the lights in the room promptly go out.
The box is open! They just cannot see inside with no light.]
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but he is shaking his hand in the dark. thank god he wasn't in civvies, that would've hurt a lot more!!!! that it already fuckin did!!! ]
Ow. That's gonna be fun to look at later. [ a beat, and then: ] It's pitch black. You are likely to be eaten by a grue. [ he's muttering this to himself as he closes and opens his fist, wincing a little. eh. he's mostly fine. ] Looks like we're on pause for the superhero comparison talk. Can you-- [ he uses his other hand to hand over the blowtorch to aizawa. or, well. try to hand it over to him when he can't see. ] Point this up in the air, try and make some light? It's the blowtorch.
[ he has a booboo help him out :( ]
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[There's the brief surprise at the reaction, Aizawa's hand naturally goes to his capture weapon again- ... but it's not needed.]
[He reaches out that same hand to feel and- no, that's a shoulder. no, no that's a tiddy. There we go, there's the blowtorch. There's a bit more blind groping to orient it before,]
Alright.
[Once he's confident, he'll point it up and turn it on.]
We'll have to ask the others, later, if that affected anywhere else.
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But once Aizawa is done touching Dick and has the blowtorch on, the inside of the box is visible! It's full of switches, each with a label handwritten on white tape. Nothing from the inaccessible basement levels, so they're out of luck there, but there's a switch for each individual room on the hotel levels as well as one for the Panthouse. There are labels for the rooms they're less familiar with, as well: three of the switches are for SUBSIDIARY ELECTRICAL ROOM, GIFT SHOP, and GRAND BALLROOM.
The breakers are all currently switched to OFF.]
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well then. ]
Thanks. [ for the groping? clearly? ] The good news is, we've found what the other locked rooms are. Escha's gonna love that map update. [ the bad news is ......... should they switch all of those on. hm. welp! dick starts them off by switching the breaker for the room they're in to on. to like. test. and also. for there to be light. ] Let's hope this doesn't electrocute me again.
[ im giving sarah full rights to whether we turn on all the breakers because I WANNA ]
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[That's clearly one of the more illogical things here. Is it a famous hotel? Are they famous? Is this, like Haymitch had suggested, being televised? Is he going to have merch? A line of those kinds of absolutely disgusting thoughts goes through his mind. How absolutely vile.]
Go ahead and turn them all on.
[unless you get electrocuted. or maybe even if you do get electrocuted.]
And, it should go without saying, be ready in case this thing snaps shut.
[the door already proved he can't stop it if it starts]
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But also, nothing really happens. There's a clicking sound as the switch is flipped, but no dice on the light.]
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[ which he knows because he's the adopted son of a billionaire, don't question me.
anyway time to die! FLIPS THEM ALL TO ON AND HOPES FOR THE BEST ]
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[That does seem to make sense. So, now, in his head, this is definitely in America. There are probably hotels in America that look just like this. That makes more sense than ghosts.]
[anyways IT'S ON TIME, BABY]
It'd be nice to see some reaction, at least.
[famous last words???]
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But nothing happens.]
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Great. If we blew the entire power to this place, we are never gonna hear the end of it.
[ ...
flips them all back off. while still quipping: ]
No one will be seated during the thrilling "switch-flipping" portion of the retelling of this room break-in.
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... Is there anything we can do to reset the whole box?
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Flipping them on a second time also doesn't work.]
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[ ....... dick flips them all again??? THEYRE LOCKED IN A ROOM WITH NO POWER AND ITS LIKE 6AM THIS WAS A MISTAKE ]
[ also. if flipping them a third time isn't the charm. he's gonna try to flip them to do the sos in Morse code. is he for real or is he shitposting? both. ]
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... so, how long should this blowtorch last?
[should they start worrying about cannibalism, now]
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Anyway, it's a valid question because actually? Flipping them continues to do nothing, and will continue to do nothing...
For the next 4 hours or so.
How far into that will they contemplate cannibalism for real? That's up to Aizawa, I guess, but they do have one more thing they'll be able to find in here while they're trapped together.]
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Not sure. As long as the fuel lasts? I don't exactly use kitchen blow torches on a daily basis. [ it's. dry. he misses his gear so much. ] This clearly isn't working. Let's... try and find another way. There might be something we missed.
[ in the dark. in a small room. for four hours, not that he knows that ic yet!
this'll be fun. ]
this is fine ]
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[oh, wait, he already did that. listen, it's hard when your only light is a kitchen blowtorch. This is for creme brulee not creme brusee.]
Let's see if we can secure an exit. If there's any way further in, it should be opposite... let's start from the door and spread out.
[And, by starting at the door, they will clearly examine the door, a totally normal thing that both of these superheroes would definitely do without any outside prompting.]
If you want to hold this, I don't mind working blind.
[the blowtorch, that is. Unless of course, the front door just fucking works or something. or is haunted. or there's a scream-style villain who has been standing there patiently waiting for either of them to turn around.]
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But whether he's feeling up the door or keeping the light source nearby, he'll find a series of scratches in it. If he doesn't have the torchlight nearby, he might want it.]
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Nah, you can keep it for now. There's a reason I was out doing this in the middle of the night. [ brightly: ] Hi, I'm Nightwing, nocturnal crime fighter.
[ it's too bad dick is not touching or looking at the door like SOMEONE else. that someone is aizawa ]
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[... It sounds cooler in Japanese, probably. He heads over to the door as a starting place and the vague light of the blowtorch catches some interesting shadows. His entire body language tenses up in the dim light.]
[He presses his hand to the door, feeling to confirm what he thought he was seeing.]
... someone tried to claw their way out of here.
[At least, that's his assumption. It's a bit of a jump, sure, but- He traces his palm over the expanse of the door. They seemed to be human. Was is someone short or someone tall? Were there enough to assume one person made them or multiple?]
[He leans in a bit close, carefully moving the blowtorch light. Was there blood?]
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And that they were clawing at this door for some time. Blood is streaked through some of those scratches.]
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but nightwing doesn't have time to focus on that because he steps closer to the door to look once Aizawa mentions it, kneeling down and running his fingers over the gouges. with the. non-electrified arm. hahaha it's fine ]
... Likely those belong to whoever wrote that notebook.
[ he sounds quiet. a little mad. a little sad.
belonged's probably more accurate. ]
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... something targeted their legs?
[Aizawa's distant enough to start hypothesizing. He wasn't going to form an emotional connection with some mysterious lamp ghost. Ghosts weren't real anyways. He turns and casts his eyes over the expanse of darkness.]
Or were they simply weak from starvation?
[again, in character, they have no idea if this is going to magically unlock]
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