[Harrow. . . will just take the child's hand. Seeing the blood, her mind also goes to danger from whatever this creature is, but it also goes to the thought that the child's blood is what was spilled. Something about the thought of a vulnerable, monstrous child being harmed is distressing to her, whether or not she knows anything about children. So, awkwardly, she'll take it.]
anyway give the baby a better name than cuck jr. and i'll have something to call them. they seem less scared when both sasazuka and harrow take their hands, and when sheila says they're cute they rattle all over the place excitedly. they hold on very tightly, jingling happily, and immediately ignores the walk over to the drawer in favor of going somewhere else.
they start dragging sasazuka and harrow both over to the wall near the bookshelf. using sasazuka and harrow as braces, they lift themselves up off the ground and kick the bookshelf, which makes it slide off a bit to the side. it looks like there's a vent behind the bookshelf! wow, it's a good thing you were nice to the superhuman strength baby. also, the bloodstains on the bed are old and rusty. that's probably fine.
with sheila's help, vira boosts up to the drawer, and finds a cat toy.
... weirdly enough, you're all starting to feel kind of hungry.]
[Fine. I hereby pronounce our baby Chuck Jingle. :/]
Can you see it, Vira?
[... Is the cat toy giant? Can they even pull it down? Hm. Either way, she turns her head when she hears the ruckus from the bookshelf — but thankfully, no one gets dropped this time. Good for Vira! Less good is the sudden hunger, and the way it causes her to take a deep breath as she pointedly ignores it. Whenever Vira is ready, though, she will set her down and follow her wherever she decides to go next.]
[ honestly, sasazuka is the type to snack throughout the day, so he probably ate shortly before ending up here. so... a little strange, but unless one of the others bring it up, he won't think too much about the hunger thing.
anyway, chunk jingle (rip the name cuck jr. february 16 2021 - february 16 2021) does their thing, and he blinks in surprise at their freakishly strong terror baby. ]
I think we found a way out.
[ is the vent still covered? do they have to like pry the cover off it or ]
[ she'll hop down beside sheila once she's grabbed it so that they can both go join the others and their weird monster baby, chuck jingle. it is quite cold so the hunger doesn't strike her as much more than calories burning, for now.
the blood's definitely not a good sign, but most of this place is ominous. ]
[Wow? Chuck Jingle really helped them out? Being kind was the key to the puzzle? Wow.
Anyway, she feels hungry, too, and that's pretty unusual because she's usually aggressively no appetite forgetting to eat life. But she doesn't bring it up, just swallows it down.
She will, however, try to open the vent (if there's a cover she'll try to pry it open with bones? And will immediately try to see if it's large enough for her to crawl through.]
the cat toy is regular size, so they can just have it. the vent is covered, but honestly, harrow prying it with bones works. it's not a very strong grate. it clatters to the floor, and lays there, dead. good job, harrow.
it's large enough for all of them to crawl through, not that this is saying anything because you're all tiny. chuck jingle rattles. this time it sounds like bones.
they also go stand in front of the vent, and refuse to let them pass into the vent, because first they have to do charades. they point to all four of you, and then make grabby hands, and then point to their hand - which is still holding onto sasazuka's hand.]
She stares at them for a whole ass second, no thoughts head empty. And then, she grabs the hands of whoever happens to be closest to her. She has two hands, she can grab two people. Or, rather, she can grab one and the other can grab her wrist so she can keep her lighter on if the cold persists. Baby chain!]
anyway, if sasazuka's going to be difficult, that means sheila gets to hold vira's hand, which she's totally fine with. she puts away the cat wand in her jacket somewhere.
harrow can complete the chain however she wants. ]
the baby is very excited about this. they rattle like bones again, and then promptly drag the whole chain into the vent. all four of them will have to duck their heads in order to get through, but otherwise, it's an easy fit. they'll notice that holding hands actually makes them feel very cozy and warm, like standing in front of a space heater, despite the icy wind that occasionally blows through.
they walk for a while, and eventually, they smell... food. roasting meat, specifically. the vent is kind of dark, but they can see a shiny thing in the distance, and the closer they get, the louder the sound of clattering plates gets. that, and loud, unrestrained eating sounds from multiple sources, smacking lips, snuffling sounds...
chuck jingle tugs them along. they have their eye (presumably) on the shiny thing at the end of the tunnel.]
The hand holding is pleasant, especially with the heat that accompanies. But even more pleasant than that is the smell of roasting meat to her hungry ass. She inhales deeply, taking as big of a whiff as she can, and sighs.]
That smells so good... I wonder how long it's going to take us to get out of here. [Whining, just a little.] I'm...
[She trails off, silent for a moment. And then, for whatever reason, softly with feeling:]
[ sasazuka is a fan of meat, but the accompanying noise is uhhhh. more than a little off putting? he mumbles under his breath something about people being disgusting, while also trying to make sure their baby doesn't get go too fast as they go for the shiny.
he's not really listening to what sheila is saying, but that last thing makes him pause. ]
[ considering all they've been through so far, she's not sure they want to encounter what's making those noises. her stomach grumbles—they may not be cold anymore, but that hunger that'd struck earlier still grips her.
she squeezes sheila's hand a bit. ]
Is everything okay?
[ guess they're still moving towards the Shiny Thing. ]
[She feels famished, but also ill? The sound of other people eating has always made her nauseated and this is no exception. But also, hungry? She'll keep following along as well, but wary after Sheila speaks.]
they stop them in front of said shiny thing, and pick it up. another little rattling noise, and then they probably mess up this chain by jittering back over to harrow. they solemnly hand her an orange crystal, the size of the palm of her hand, with a circle engraved on it. congratulation.
anyway, as this is happening, they are at the end of the vent, and they can see out into the room below them.
there's a long line of huge tables, all completely covered in meat. sausages, hams, haunches of animals, fish, anything you can imagine, all stacked up on top of each other. some of it spills off the table to the floor - other pieces seem to be rotting in places. this is gross on it's own, but what's even worse are the people seated at these tables.
obscenely obese, hunched men and women are sitting shoulder to shoulder at these tables, stuffing meat into their faces almost desperately. they are about three times the size of the four of you in the vents. the noise is intolerable. half of them can't seem to breathe properly, and snuffle all over the meat - some of them are just sucking on raw steaks, and still others bite each other's hands when they stray too close to a stranger's plate.
you are still hungry, despite this.
the vent ends above this line of tables. it looks like the only exit is to jump... down onto the table. hm.]
[She sucks in a breath, watching the scene below with growing disgust on her face. Her voice is quiet when she replies, just in case the sound travels to the people below.]
I think that answers your question.
[Oh, fuck. She does not like the idea of jumping down onto the table? She would not like to be non-consensually vored? So she will glance around in hopes there's something they can hop on on the ceiling, or maybe something else on the vent, but...]
[ he does not know what is with harrow's new orange thingy, so instead he will focus on seeing if there is like. any particular spot on the table they could in theory hop onto? that won't immediately get them vored?? is there anywhere they can hide behind that isn't directly in the view?? ]
[ incredibly disgusting! vira's expression nearly contorts into a grimace before she takes a breath and smiles through the horrible meat noises. ]
Oh, how sweet. They brought you a gift.
[ good chuck jingle. since their chain is ruined she just gives them a pat on the back and goes over to look below at the 'feast.' is there an exit in plain sight anywhere? anything in the room of note that isn't a person or a meat? ]
[baby jingle rattles happily, and then zooms back to the front to crouch down and look at the guests at the table outside the vent. harrow doesn't notice anything strange about the crystal, for now, but she'll get the impression that it's very important to somebody.
the table seems to be wide enough that perhaps they could run down the middle and avoid the worst of the nasty hands grabbing for meat. there are also plates stacked up that they could maybe hide behind, as well as several forks and knives that are about the size of swords, for the four of you. the guests are very entranced by the meat - you get the impression that they might be distracted if you're quiet.
across the room is an open door, leading out into what looks like maybe snow.
as they're discussing, two of the guests that are shoulder to shoulder grab for the same piece of meat. one of them, a massive brown haired woman makes a horrendous squawking sound and slaps at the other, an equally massive blonde woman. they dissolve into a shrieking, squawking fight on the floor, but it's... pathetic, because neither of them can move very well.]
Luckily for Sheila, she does not recognize either of these ladies and therefore can't be traumatized by this. Hooray!
But she hums, nodding at Harrow's suggestion.]
Well... They're eating, and apparently not very athletic? [Watching the two giant ladies fight. Terrible. She gesticulates as she continues, acting out some very bad charades.] Maybe we can quietly sneak past them, and hide between all the other crap on the table if they look our way.
[Countdown to how long they have before Flurry throws another horrifying thing at us.]
[ unfortunately, he does recognize one of the ladies.
his reaction, at first, is a weird feeling that the brunette looks familiar? and then, you know, it can't be? the last he checked, she wasn't into feederism? but the more he stares, the more it just kind of sinks in. ]
Ichika?
[ he moves a little closer to the edge, not quiet jumping down yet but still closer than he would have gotten ten seconds ago before discussion. ]
[ unfortunately, vira also recognizes one of them.
they're so sad and unsettling to watch that it takes her a moment as the gears in her head turn, but vira suddenly freezes up, letting out a quiet, horrified noise. her usual poise evaporates instantly, clearly shaken in her wide-eyed stare. ]
Katalina?
[ anyway she definitely looks like she's about to jump down there. plan who? ]
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We should stay close, in case they need help.
[So, yes. They'll approach the jenga.]
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anyway give the baby a better name than cuck jr. and i'll have something to call them. they seem less scared when both sasazuka and harrow take their hands, and when sheila says they're cute they rattle all over the place excitedly. they hold on very tightly, jingling happily, and immediately ignores the walk over to the drawer in favor of going somewhere else.
they start dragging sasazuka and harrow both over to the wall near the bookshelf. using sasazuka and harrow as braces, they lift themselves up off the ground and kick the bookshelf, which makes it slide off a bit to the side. it looks like there's a vent behind the bookshelf! wow, it's a good thing you were nice to the superhuman strength baby. also, the bloodstains on the bed are old and rusty. that's probably fine.
with sheila's help, vira boosts up to the drawer, and finds a cat toy.
... weirdly enough, you're all starting to feel kind of hungry.]
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Can you see it, Vira?
[... Is the cat toy giant? Can they even pull it down? Hm. Either way, she turns her head when she hears the ruckus from the bookshelf — but thankfully, no one gets dropped this time. Good for Vira! Less good is the sudden hunger, and the way it causes her to take a deep breath as she pointedly ignores it. Whenever Vira is ready, though, she will set her down and follow her wherever she decides to go next.]
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anyway, chunk jingle (rip the name cuck jr. february 16 2021 - february 16 2021) does their thing, and he blinks in surprise at their freakishly strong terror baby. ]
I think we found a way out.
[ is the vent still covered? do they have to like pry the cover off it or ]
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[ she'll hop down beside sheila once she's grabbed it so that they can both go join the others and their weird monster baby, chuck jingle. it is quite cold so the hunger doesn't strike her as much more than calories burning, for now.
the blood's definitely not a good sign, but most of this place is ominous. ]
They're quite a lot stronger than I expected...
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Anyway, she feels hungry, too, and that's pretty unusual because she's usually aggressively no appetite forgetting to eat life. But she doesn't bring it up, just swallows it down.
She will, however, try to open the vent (if there's a cover she'll try to pry it open with bones? And will immediately try to see if it's large enough for her to crawl through.]
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the cat toy is regular size, so they can just have it. the vent is covered, but honestly, harrow prying it with bones works. it's not a very strong grate. it clatters to the floor, and lays there, dead. good job, harrow.
it's large enough for all of them to crawl through, not that this is saying anything because you're all tiny. chuck jingle rattles. this time it sounds like bones.
they also go stand in front of the vent, and refuse to let them pass into the vent, because first they have to do charades. they point to all four of you, and then make grabby hands, and then point to their hand - which is still holding onto sasazuka's hand.]
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She stares at them for a whole ass second, no thoughts head empty. And then, she grabs the hands of whoever happens to be closest to her. She has two hands, she can grab two people. Or, rather, she can grab one and the other can grab her wrist so she can keep her lighter on if the cold persists. Baby chain!]
Like this, sweetie?
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he is still just holding chuck jingle's hand, and he will not reach for anyone else's so they will have to hold his. that's it that's the tag. ]
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anyway, if sasazuka's going to be difficult, that means sheila gets to hold vira's hand, which she's totally fine with. she puts away the cat wand in her jacket somewhere.
harrow can complete the chain however she wants. ]
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the baby is very excited about this. they rattle like bones again, and then promptly drag the whole chain into the vent. all four of them will have to duck their heads in order to get through, but otherwise, it's an easy fit. they'll notice that holding hands actually makes them feel very cozy and warm, like standing in front of a space heater, despite the icy wind that occasionally blows through.
they walk for a while, and eventually, they smell... food. roasting meat, specifically. the vent is kind of dark, but they can see a shiny thing in the distance, and the closer they get, the louder the sound of clattering plates gets. that, and loud, unrestrained eating sounds from multiple sources, smacking lips, snuffling sounds...
chuck jingle tugs them along. they have their eye (presumably) on the shiny thing at the end of the tunnel.]
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The hand holding is pleasant, especially with the heat that accompanies. But even more pleasant than that is the smell of roasting meat to her hungry ass. She inhales deeply, taking as big of a whiff as she can, and sighs.]
That smells so good... I wonder how long it's going to take us to get out of here. [Whining, just a little.] I'm...
[She trails off, silent for a moment. And then, for whatever reason, softly with feeling:]
Uh-oh.
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he's not really listening to what sheila is saying, but that last thing makes him pause. ]
What is it?
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she squeezes sheila's hand a bit. ]
Is everything okay?
[ guess they're still moving towards the Shiny Thing. ]
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Should we keep going? Is it dangerous ahead?
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they stop them in front of said shiny thing, and pick it up. another little rattling noise, and then they probably mess up this chain by jittering back over to harrow. they solemnly hand her an orange crystal, the size of the palm of her hand, with a circle engraved on it. congratulation.
anyway, as this is happening, they are at the end of the vent, and they can see out into the room below them.
there's a long line of huge tables, all completely covered in meat. sausages, hams, haunches of animals, fish, anything you can imagine, all stacked up on top of each other. some of it spills off the table to the floor - other pieces seem to be rotting in places. this is gross on it's own, but what's even worse are the people seated at these tables.
obscenely obese, hunched men and women are sitting shoulder to shoulder at these tables, stuffing meat into their faces almost desperately. they are about three times the size of the four of you in the vents. the noise is intolerable. half of them can't seem to breathe properly, and snuffle all over the meat - some of them are just sucking on raw steaks, and still others bite each other's hands when they stray too close to a stranger's plate.
you are still hungry, despite this.
the vent ends above this line of tables. it looks like the only exit is to jump... down onto the table. hm.]
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I think that answers your question.
[Oh, fuck. She does not like the idea of jumping down onto the table? She would not like to be non-consensually vored? So she will glance around in hopes there's something they can hop on on the ceiling, or maybe something else on the vent, but...]
What's with the orange thingy?
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[ he does not know what is with harrow's new orange thingy, so instead he will focus on seeing if there is like. any particular spot on the table they could in theory hop onto? that won't immediately get them vored?? is there anywhere they can hide behind that isn't directly in the view?? ]
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Oh, how sweet. They brought you a gift.
[ good chuck jingle. since their chain is ruined she just gives them a pat on the back and goes over to look below at the 'feast.' is there an exit in plain sight anywhere? anything in the room of note that isn't a person or a meat? ]
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Thank you. [Does it do anything? Can she notice anything about it besides it being a little orange charm with a circle?
. . . Anyway, moving on to this horror show. She's hungry, but also so absolutely revolted that she can barely stand the idea of eating.]
It looks like we'll have to jump down. But let's talk through our plan.
[Are there any knives or forks on the table? Something they'd be able to pick up?]
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the table seems to be wide enough that perhaps they could run down the middle and avoid the worst of the nasty hands grabbing for meat. there are also plates stacked up that they could maybe hide behind, as well as several forks and knives that are about the size of swords, for the four of you. the guests are very entranced by the meat - you get the impression that they might be distracted if you're quiet.
across the room is an open door, leading out into what looks like maybe snow.
as they're discussing, two of the guests that are shoulder to shoulder grab for the same piece of meat. one of them, a massive brown haired woman makes a horrendous squawking sound and slaps at the other, an equally massive blonde woman. they dissolve into a shrieking, squawking fight on the floor, but it's... pathetic, because neither of them can move very well.]
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Luckily for Sheila, she does not recognize either of these ladies and therefore can't be traumatized by this. Hooray!
But she hums, nodding at Harrow's suggestion.]
Well... They're eating, and apparently not very athletic? [Watching the two giant ladies fight. Terrible. She gesticulates as she continues, acting out some very bad charades.] Maybe we can quietly sneak past them, and hide between all the other crap on the table if they look our way.
[Countdown to how long they have before Flurry throws another horrifying thing at us.]
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his reaction, at first, is a weird feeling that the brunette looks familiar? and then, you know, it can't be? the last he checked, she wasn't into feederism? but the more he stares, the more it just kind of sinks in. ]
Ichika?
[ he moves a little closer to the edge, not quiet jumping down yet but still closer than he would have gotten ten seconds ago before discussion. ]
What the hell did they do to her?
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they're so sad and unsettling to watch that it takes her a moment as the gears in her head turn, but vira suddenly freezes up, letting out a quiet, horrified noise. her usual poise evaporates instantly, clearly shaken in her wide-eyed stare. ]
Katalina?
[ anyway she definitely looks like she's about to jump down there. plan who? ]
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