electric lights, machinery! oh, the electricity!

[atomic16]

Characters: Sulphur, the Adventure Group (tag yourselves, please)
Location: From Deck 12 to Spectacular^2
Date: Backdated to late last night.
Rating: Blanket PG-13 for language

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[ixgideonxi]

The theater. Oh boy. Gideon has, by now, heard all sorts of fun stories about that place and frankly, isn't looking forward to a trip inside. Still, he's already participated in this little venture, might as well see through with it and hope for the best. And also be ready to step in should anything go foul.

"Coming too," the drummer announces, quickening his pace to catch up with the anxious Pet.

[ttlynotawizard]

Remy knew what he'd heard of the theater. It wasn't exactly top on his list of places to go or things to experience. Seeing that Boar is involved in this somehow makes him even more nervous. But then Gideon announces his intent to go in. Remy runs his hand through his hair and jogs to catch up with the drummer.

"Kate would kill me if I let anything happen to you," he says with a smirk.

Hell, best to finish the whole adventure off. He'd been here for most of it anyway.

[standardpackage]

This is getting old. Actually it's getting cramped. How so many people managed to fit into that room is beyond Jinx. Lucky for him, that cute Pet happens to be leaving. He'll just make a break for it and try to get lucky.

He slinks out of the room, navigates his way through the luggage, then follows the girl into the elevator. He stands uncomfortably close to her.

"Hey."

[brittlenerves]

It takes Xanth a couple of seconds to catch on, but when he does, he's torn. Stay here, in the room of the boars, or head to the death theater?

Tough pick.

Well, he might as well see this horror show through. More nervous than ever, Xanth follows the folks that have broken from the pack all the way to the elevator.

2nd Run

[elegante_masks]

Once again the phantom Stuka bombers are diving down towards the panicked, dead or wounded outside of the theatre. They don't seem to be affected by the thick, choking fog as once more sewing needle lines punch through the floor from the 37mm cannons. Several of the shots perforate already dead bodies and more shrapnel and gore is splashed up into the air while the girl and the planes shriek and the the wind howls in freezing blasts.

If there ever was hell, its lobby must be similar to this.

[onlyajackass]

Gippal froze where he was at the sound of the second round of firing. He needed to move. His mind was working quickly, to find a possible exit. He waited, breath held and ears listening intently. When he thought it safe enough to break into a sprint toward the stairs, he jumped to his feet and took off.

The bullets struck the floor, shooting holes and sending sharp splintered pieces of wood into the air around him. But he was focused on his goal, so focused in fact, that he didn't see the pieces of wood flying at him, cutting into his arms, bringing him to his knees.

And suddenly, it was hard to breath. He struggled to get up again, placing a hand on his middle. It was bloody, sticky. His limbs felt heavy, like anchors had been tied to each wrist. He fell forward unceremoniously and eventually, his breathing stilled.

Where's a Phoenix Down when you need one?

[standardpackage]

He's already down, fading in and out of consciousness from the intense blood loss. He's missing his right arm and all below his right calf has been more or less vaporized. He never thought it was going to end like this.

"Xanth!" He chokes up some blood, some dribbles down his chin and out of his nose. The fog makes it that much harder to see, but he uses his scarf . "Get outta here! Arrgh!" Another wave of bullets rains down on him. He uses that stub of an arm and what's left of his leg to try to crawl to the exit.

The shots whistle down on his comrade's corpses and the blood is splashed about his face. If this wasn't a life or death situation, he would have passed out againfrom all the blood.

Jinx, you can make it. There's definitely worse that could be happening. Ignore the dizziness, ignore the pain, ignore your...friend.

One last blood laced cough and a pound of his fist. Then all faded to black.

[withanokka]

Sokka is trying to navigate the tangle of corpses and debris, still carrying the body of his friend, the blood spilling in a steady flow as he runs. Toph's head is tucked ever-so-carefully under his chin as he runs, the only effort he can make to protect her

Heading Into the Spectacular Spectacular?

[elegante_masks]

The doors are wide open and the freezing wind is blowing outwards at gale force. On the stage is Jennifer, suspended in midair and her head thrown back as she screams in utter and complete terror.

An inky blackness seeps in towards her from the wings and the Stuka divebombers seem to be connected to her cries. Her one wrist is dragged down by a leather leash, but it's impossible to tell what's on the other end of the leash, as it disappears into the thick, smokey fog.

[pimp_hat]

Kevas practically leaps down the steps to get down to deck nine. He has his pack filled with bandages and supplies from his first aid kit. What good it'll do he doesn't have a clue. From what little he got from Remy it's safe to assume that anyone still in there is probably dead. Still, his curiosity got the best of him and this gives him a good reason to look inside.

He stands just outside the doors. The smell of blood is fresh and strong. There's plenty of dead bodies. He crouches low and inches toward the doors peeking inside.

"Anybody still be breaddin' in dere?" When he speaks it's a loud whisper at most. Whatever did all this damage he doesn't want to get its attention.