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[paradisamods]

After packing up camp and heading up, they reach their destination only an hour north

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A WAY OUT?

[paradisamods]

There's a small series of altars off to the side of the door, each with a slot for an item.

A rectangle, a perfect fit for a journal.
A cylinder, maybe the size of a can of soda.
A much, much larger gap, misshapen but rectangular.

It does nothing when touched or poked or prodded, but it looks like things should be put in those slots. Certain things.

[luthored]

[ Lana doesn't have any special powers, so she doesn't really need a moment to readjust like the others. Instead she's wandering over to this thing, but pointedly not touching it. She's snapping photos with her camera before calling out. ]

I think it's a puzzle. Maybe it reopens the door.

[daisy_wick]

I think you're right.

[Daisy hasn't touched anything either, but she's certainly eyeing those altars]

[forgedinbattle]

And/or sets off a trap.

[Been there, done that- so she's not touching anything either.]

[variare]

Both are possible.

[ In his experience...equally possible! ]

But sitting around and mummifying sure isn't gonna get us anywhere. We need to do something.

[forgedinbattle]

Oh, sure. I'm just saying we need to be ready to move when we do.

[payback]

I'm glad to hear we have some lead...

[encryptedlock]

Tell me I'm not the only one who recognizes the size and shape of the first hole.

[payback]

What d'you think it is?

[encryptedlock]

What's small, rectangular, and the only piece of magic that works out here?

[payback]

[A pause, and then her mouth opens a little.]

... I have my journal. We could try just putting one in and seeing if anything happened.

[encryptedlock]

Might not do anything without the other two, but I think I've played enough video games to know that if there's an oddly-shaped hole, you're going to find something to put in it.

[payback]

It might do something. Like give us a clue to what all of them together will do.

[encryptedlock]

Yeah - maybe open Door One of Three or something. Worth a shot. I mean, worst case it does nothing, right?

[variare]

Well, the journals are magic. I mean, they work even out here. So it's not crazy to make that assumption.

Who wants to volunteer theirs?

2/2

[variare]

Eh, forget it. I'm the one who got us into this, I'll just use mine.

[ Carefully, as careful as one can be in this position anyway, he'll tug his journal free and reach out to try to set it in the first opening. ]