Night 57: Grand Ballroom

[ninelivesonce]

Taura jogged down the stairs, and looked around. The room seemed far too large to belong down here. More benefits of being at the bottom of a gravity well -- space was cheap, and air was free. The fountains wouldn't be out of place in a fancy hotel lobby, though the rest of the decor was a little macabre

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[unheroed]

With Peter and Jones continuing to have their very important conversation, Harvey just focused on following everyone down into the ballroom. He spotted more food littered on the ground and wondered who was snacking on the go. Maybe someone from the group of four that was also here and that they'd seen in the hallway before using the ring. They had to have one of their own if they had gotten here so fast.

He had to admit he would have preferred if Sangamon had changed the place where they ended up to the ballroom, as it would make their lives easier, and yet the guy was right: they owed him. Harvey couldn't really demand anything when he didn't have a ring and wasn't pouring his blood into it to seal the deal every night.

The ballroom was the same as all the other times that he'd been here and there was no danger to be found, so Harvey quickly started toward the only door they hadn't tried yet, other than the one directly behind them.

Upon approaching it, he took in the strange religious imagery with a raised eyebrow and then took note of the two indentations where the sword and shield would have to be placed. He called over to Jones. "Got the goods?"

[toxicspiderman]

If Harvey had ever asked, he would have explained. The pantry was quiet. About the worst they'd be parachuting into would be a few cockroaches. It was also a backup escape route. If the things had enough range to get to town, they could blip them back out of the basement.

And when they were done with this mission, he could use it to go grocery shopping. No fossil fuels or ice cream melting in the blistering heat of a wire bike basket.

Looked like it was just brains and brawn, and this door wasn't home to trinket number three. He watched Indiana Jones do his Basement of Doom routine, and then followed Peter in.

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