The door
opened, as it was prone to doing around here.
The man on the other side laughed, shaking his head as he dragged a heavy-ish statue over to prop the door open, "Right, lost m'movin' crew, anybody who helps empty all t'is out gets a part've my share. Who's in?"
He didn't look any worse for the wear, really, aside from the gaping hole in his jacket sleeve, the sticky-gauze, starting to go pink, on his forehead, and the general air of someone who's just gone through an ordeal.
[No real warnings in the oom aside from mild swearing and exciting thematic elements. Also, just posting now so I don't forget tomorrow, more than likely this actually takes place sometime late Wednesday morning/early Wednesday afternoon. Also, there's no telling what the hell all is in the vault, feel free to make shit up.]