Night 57: South Hall

[mustbethesuit]

[From here and here.]Well this was not as expected. The last hall he'd trekked through down here at least had those swell picture stories about death to entertain them on their way. Here, Peter had to settle for whatever amusement could be drawn from a pitch black room and all the adults holding the flashlights. So much for the Peter Parker Finger

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[toxicspiderman]

S.T. had switched schools so many times he hadn't bothered putting stuff up in the lockers. Which was good, because admitting that Peter's face wouldn't have been an unlikely candidate was embarrassing. Comic book poster, not nerd-baiting. S.T. had been too much of an asshole for people to shove around, but he got along with geeks.

At least the ones that bathed and let him get a word in edgewise.

He pulled his flashlight out of his back pocket and switched it on. Shit, did that make him the friendly guide who had some unpronounceable name and who died as soon as the heroes found the door?

There was the door. Whew. It looked creepy enough, giant snake and carved inscription. He started reading it off before Indy could barge in. "Only...those...two...who..."

[vsyourface]

Scott was too preoccupied with staying out of sight of Doom Girl - which, to his surprise, actually seemed to work. Either she didn't notice him at all, or she did and was extremely good at hiding it. Scott wasn't going to count out the latter possibility, but the important thing for right now was that she wasn't going to come and harass him in front of all his bros. That would just be embarrassing.

The girl's group was, thankfully, gone by the time Indy and Peter put their respective artifacts in the indentations on the white marble doors. He followed S.T. inside, gripping both his weapons a little tighter as they moved into a nearly pitch-black hall. The only thing he could really make out at first was that the flashlight beams didn't reach far. Short hallway, he supposed. What was that at the very end, though? He couldn't quite make it out yet...

Oh.

Indy's gonna love this, Scott thought with a slight "ulp" as S.T. read the inscription above the giant-ass snake thing currently towering over their group.

[scalyfishman]

They left the others behind to explore the ballroom and its myriad of hallways- yeah, good luck with that- for the next hallway, once the shield and sword and been properly inserted into the doors. Depth Charge hadn't trusted those doors. He didn't know enough about earth symbolism or whatever to say for certain, but there was a kind of forced joy to their carvings that clung to his uncertainty like static, buzzing in his back teeth

[its_the_mileage]

"Nice lighting," he agreed as they moved past the open doors into a small dark room. Pitch dark. Perfect place for an ambush, Indy thought

[its_the_mileage]

Only those two who offer their blood will be allowed entrance.

They hadn't counted on that. And despite Peter's suggestion, they couldn't be sure that more than one pair would be able to get through. Indy's gaze darted around the other five patients as he calculated. Dent, he quickly decided. It should be an adult who went, and it should be the adult who was best armed and most trustworthy. That Indy wanted to go went without saying. He had to see what was beyond those doors. And he'd certainly vouch for himself as the best-equipped for trouble--aside from the bum left hand, that is