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? ]
[Shit. Fuck. It takes her a moment to understand what's going on, what they're looking at, but then it clicks.
She's holding her by the hand already, but she'll reach to grab Vira by the arm. She's not strong, but she will at least make it so if she jumps, she'll be brought down with her. And - sass(afras) aside, she glances between Vira and Sasazuka with concern for both.]
Don't. Consider the likelihood that this is an illusion meant to provoke you. Don't allow it to.
[jingle baby makes an alarmed sound at vira and sasazuka's distress, moving to pat them gently. they can't reach either vira or sasazuka's head, unfortunately, but they pat their leg instead, trying to help.
the two women seem to get tired fast, and stop fighting after a minute. they slowly drag themselves back to the table.]
She looks between Vira and Takeru, and then gently pats Jingle on their shoulder, for being such a good eldritch baby.]
... She's right. And it wouldn't even be the first time we've seen something impossibly fucked up. Remember the bleeding stars? I bet it's exactly like that. Come on.
[Pr...obably... It's unclear if she actually believes what she's saying or not.]
We can take a minute if you need to calm down, but we should get moving. This is no place to raise a kid.
[ he knows they're likely right, and that whatever this is, it's just to mess with them. it takes him a moment to really respond though, his eyes fixated on ichika. ]
Come on. We're wasting time.
[ they can't hold hands while jumping down, but he'll go to scoop up their baby. it's... mostly because he is less likely to do something stupid if he is holding onto them. and then he'll hop down to the table and will set chuck jingle down once they're there.
sometimes you are rattled and don't actually wait if the others says ok about moving but that's fine. ]
[ vira is not incredibly responsive, though all their words (and poor jingle's efforts) do seem to reach her enough that her abject shock crinkles into a vicious glower, her voice low. ]
You're right— [ of course this horrible garish thing isn't katalina ] how dare they make such a mockery of her—!
[ anyway she manages not to drag harrow down with her in a rush (or like, maybe she does, harrow is a strong independent gal and can jump into danger if she wants), but she's hopping after sassafras, quickly grabbing one of the knives on the table before they crouch behind 'cover,' aka a towering pile of meat. ]
[That's how she already feels, because these motherfuckers took her comfort sword? But yes, as long as Vira seems to have her head about her (anger counts), she'll let her jump down. She'll jump down as well, darting behind a pile of plates and reaching out to grab a fork for herself.]
[chuck jingle is happy to be held. they wrap their arms tightly around sasazuka and do their best to stay quiet and not rattle when he jumps down. they seem reluctant to be put down... and when they're placed, they stay where they are, crouching and starting to shiver.
the guests around them continue to eat - they don't notice the jumpers yet, distracted by their food. you are now armed with a knife and a fork, and also have a baby that doesn't want to move.]
Sheila jumps down alongside the others, but she doesn't make a grab for any weapons. Let the joth (jock and goth) squad get the cool cutlery swords. The fact that their baby doesn't want to move is bad, though, and she will offer to hold their hand or piggyback them if necessary. Please do not get vored, Chuck Jingle.
Regardless of whether they accept or reject the offer, she will silently glance at the rest of the group to make sure they're all good before searching for an opening. Any opportunities to sneak the next convenient cover while the guests are looking in another direction?]
[ if they want two hands then sasazuka is also here.
for now though, he just stares at ichika for a moment and then turns his attention to the exit. do they have a better view of the it now or is it still just vague snow? if there's an opportunity to move he will. he'll also grab a utensil since you never know when you may need one. ]
[ she lets mom and dad deal with their baby, narrowing her eyes on the dining party and this grotesque illusion of Katalina, which only serves to make her angrier, gripping her 'sword' tightly.
If there's an opening, she's going to move towards the side of the table closest to the exit, darting between cover to do so. Is it a clean shot from here to the exit? ]
[Likewise, she'll trust Sheila and Sasazuka to handle baby. She'll follow closely with the others, trying to date behind plates, carrying her stupid fork. to defend herself and Sheila if needed, since she has her hands full.]
[the baby quietly tries to climb sheila? please hold them. this is very scary. they will be here, resting their paper bag head against her shoulder. they're not like, the best thing to carry around because they're made entirely of angles, but it's okay, they're trying to be still so they don't accidentally jab her.
the four of them can see the endgoal a little better now - there's snow, and past that, another door, with a flickering green EXIT sign over it.
each of the four of you wait until you think you have the right timing, and dart through behind the plates and piles of meat. as you do, one of the guests notices. he lets out a noise that sounds more like an animal than a human, and swipes across the table to try and grab sheila. a red haired woman is shoved into the table by his swipe, and she hisses, trying to fight him over who gets to pick sheila up.
of course, this alerts the other guests. all eyes are starting to turn to the living pieces of meat scrambling by on their table.]
[They? Did not properly negotiate this kink? Calm down, Joel.
Regardless of whether or not she believes her words from earlier, her husband is currently trying to eat her and she is not into that — so it's time to fucking move. She will do whatever she can to make sure she keeps a secure grip on the baby, barely reacting even if they do end up jabbing her. But she's gonna book it, attempting to weave through the objects on the table in a way that it 1) obscures their position, and 2) makes it difficult to grab them without bumping into other shit first.
[ she scowls as the table sees them, her gaze landing solidly on 'katalina' with raw steaks in her hands and looking like she's about to blow a gasket. her shoulders tremble with anger. it's all completely unacceptable, though sasazuka's point diverts her attention very briefly. ]
Is it the child...?
[ since sheila is carrying a scared babby, it's easy enough for vira to catch up and follow after her, holding her cutlery defensively at her side in case she needs to slash at any more greedy hands. no touching their mom or demon horror child. ]
[Harrow snarls, wielding her fork, at the man and red-haired woman as they try to menace Shiela, trying to give her the chance to escape. When the red-haired woman reaches for her, Harrow doesn't hesitate before slamming the trines of the fork into that hand, meaning to draw blood.
And then she sort of takes the face in, the grotesque approximation of a face, that shock of red hair, those awful glasses. There's something throbbing under her skull, something painful, a headache at first and then a hammer to the delicate frontal bone. She's never seen this face before in her life, and she can't bear to look at it for a second longer. Fortunately she doesn't need to, as the hammering in her frontal lobe becomes a sharper pain, her vision blurring, her legs numb and collapsing under her, blood beginning to trickle from her nose and dripping to the ground.
When she speaks, it's with a slurred voice, incomprehensible, something that sounds a little like grughnshhn, and then she just collapses right there.
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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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She's holding her by the hand already, but she'll reach to grab Vira by the arm. She's not strong, but she will at least make it so if she jumps, she'll be brought down with her. And - sass(afras) aside, she glances between Vira and Sasazuka with concern for both.]
Don't. Consider the likelihood that this is an illusion meant to provoke you. Don't allow it to.
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the two women seem to get tired fast, and stop fighting after a minute. they slowly drag themselves back to the table.]
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She looks between Vira and Takeru, and then gently pats Jingle on their shoulder, for being such a good eldritch baby.]
... She's right. And it wouldn't even be the first time we've seen something impossibly fucked up. Remember the bleeding stars? I bet it's exactly like that. Come on.
[Pr...obably... It's unclear if she actually believes what she's saying or not.]
We can take a minute if you need to calm down, but we should get moving. This is no place to raise a kid.
[The baby is theirs now. They are raising it.]
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Come on. We're wasting time.
[ they can't hold hands while jumping down, but he'll go to scoop up their baby. it's... mostly because he is less likely to do something stupid if he is holding onto them. and then he'll hop down to the table and will set chuck jingle down once they're there.
sometimes you are rattled and don't actually wait if the others says ok about moving but that's fine. ]
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You're right— [ of course this horrible garish thing isn't katalina ] how dare they make such a mockery of her—!
[ anyway she manages not to drag harrow down with her in a rush (or like, maybe she does, harrow is a strong independent gal and can jump into danger if she wants), but she's hopping after sassafras, quickly grabbing one of the knives on the table before they crouch behind 'cover,' aka a towering pile of meat. ]
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[That's how she already feels, because these motherfuckers took her comfort sword? But yes, as long as Vira seems to have her head about her (anger counts), she'll let her jump down. She'll jump down as well, darting behind a pile of plates and reaching out to grab a fork for herself.]
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the guests around them continue to eat - they don't notice the jumpers yet, distracted by their food. you are now armed with a knife and a fork, and also have a baby that doesn't want to move.]
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Sheila jumps down alongside the others, but she doesn't make a grab for any weapons. Let the joth (jock and goth) squad get the cool cutlery swords. The fact that their baby doesn't want to move is bad, though, and she will offer to hold their hand or piggyback them if necessary. Please do not get vored, Chuck Jingle.
Regardless of whether they accept or reject the offer, she will silently glance at the rest of the group to make sure they're all good before searching for an opening. Any opportunities to sneak the next convenient cover while the guests are looking in another direction?]
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for now though, he just stares at ichika for a moment and then turns his attention to the exit. do they have a better view of the it now or is it still just vague snow? if there's an opportunity to move he will. he'll also grab a utensil since you never know when you may need one. ]
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If there's an opening, she's going to move towards the side of the table closest to the exit, darting between cover to do so. Is it a clean shot from here to the exit? ]
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the four of them can see the endgoal a little better now - there's snow, and past that, another door, with a flickering green EXIT sign over it.
each of the four of you wait until you think you have the right timing, and dart through behind the plates and piles of meat. as you do, one of the guests notices. he lets out a noise that sounds more like an animal than a human, and swipes across the table to try and grab sheila. a red haired woman is shoved into the table by his swipe, and she hisses, trying to fight him over who gets to pick sheila up.
of course, this alerts the other guests. all eyes are starting to turn to the living pieces of meat scrambling by on their table.]
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Regardless of whether or not she believes her words from earlier, her husband is currently trying to eat her and she is not into that — so it's time to fucking move. She will do whatever she can to make sure she keeps a secure grip on the baby, barely reacting even if they do end up jabbing her. But she's gonna book it, attempting to weave through the objects on the table in a way that it 1) obscures their position, and 2) makes it difficult to grab them without bumping into other shit first.
LET'S GO LESBIANS (+ SASSAFRAS), LET'S GO... ]
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he hurries across the table, ready to like, stab any hands that come too close to them. ]
Why are they going after Sheila...?
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Is it the child...?
[ since sheila is carrying a scared babby, it's easy enough for vira to catch up and follow after her, holding her cutlery defensively at her side in case she needs to slash at any more greedy hands. no touching their mom or demon horror child. ]
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[Harrow snarls, wielding her fork, at the man and red-haired woman as they try to menace Shiela, trying to give her the chance to escape. When the red-haired woman reaches for her, Harrow doesn't hesitate before slamming the trines of the fork into that hand, meaning to draw blood.
And then she sort of takes the face in, the grotesque approximation of a face, that shock of red hair, those awful glasses. There's something throbbing under her skull, something painful, a headache at first and then a hammer to the delicate frontal bone. She's never seen this face before in her life, and she can't bear to look at it for a second longer. Fortunately she doesn't need to, as the hammering in her frontal lobe becomes a sharper pain, her vision blurring, her legs numb and collapsing under her, blood beginning to trickle from her nose and dripping to the ground.
When she speaks, it's with a slurred voice, incomprehensible, something that sounds a little like grughnshhn, and then she just collapses right there.
So that's fun!]
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