Night 60: Grand Ballroom

[vsyourface]

[From here]As they descended the stairs, Scott's eyes darted away from the marble doors on the ballroom's south side. He couldn't help looking back up at Indy as his head turned, almost as if to make sure the man wasn't secretly a ghost that would disappear on them at any moment. ...Then again, if he was a ghost, wasn't turning around supposed to

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[lovecrafty]

> Rose: Descend

Two sets of doors did, indeed, remain. The dark, ominous portals overseeing the nearest wall stood Stygian sentry duty, impenetrable ramparts. Their small company would have to seek its fortune elsewhere.

There were two graven doors at the other end of the room, gleaming in torchlight. Two small openings beckoned, but Rose did not retrieve the items. Not yet.

"It seems we have everything necessary." She contemplated the doors as she waited for everyone else to catch up, and someone to explain it to Gamzee. "The decoration is rather beautiful, if altogether too optimistic. We should be ready for a fight."

[mirthfulness]

Out of habit, Gamzee attempted to flip out his clubs when Rose mentioned a fight, only to remember that he didn't have them in this place. (The night before had been an exception.) Undaunted, he instead pulled out his clown horn, holding it in one hand as though it was equally as dangerous. It wasn't, but surely it was better than holding nothing.

"So we're stickin' them shiny motherfuckers all up in their shape-patterns on the door there, right?" Despite the image he normally gave, Gamzee didn't actually miss everything. Just many things. And he had an odd tendency to pay attention when you least expected it.

It helped that he'd gotten lost in staring at this place before.

[unpriest]

Seishin may have had various expectations regarding the basement, but he wouldn't have expected a ballroom to be hidden under the walk-in fridge. Disregarding its strange location, it looked completely out-of-place in comparison with the rest of the institute

[avengingfists]

Even knowing a fight was likely in their future didn't put Ilia at ease. She stood at the ready, determination hardening her features in a mask over her anxiety. She had to get a grip. If she was had been heading to the Demon World back on Roak with the intent to fight Asmodeus then she could take on anything beyond this door.

"Be prepared for possible sea monsters," she muttered under her breath. Claude, Anise and Guy had at least managed to impart a little of their basement adventures to her.

Ilia didn't have to add more to the obvious. The shield and sword would definitely fit in the indentions. Tightening her fists at her sides, she waited for Rose to carry on with her duties as sword and shield bearer.

[lovecrafty]

Sea monsters? Rose was tempted to inquire, but there was something more enticing beckoning. Two little niches, in which the shield and sword fit perfectly.

The door swung open, and the hall beyond gaped open like a giant seadwelling monster's mouth. How exactly a sea creature would be attached to the bottom of a basement ballroom was unclear, but if it was, it was hanging like the world's biggest fucking lamprey off the tile in front of them.

The trinkets appeared to have served their purpose, and would not be dislodged while the door stood open. Rose held her candle out in front of her and stepped into the inky darkness.

> Rose: Open second door