08-15-2018, 08:38 PM
[font=trebuchet ms]Whether it be due to the darkness or the dust, her illness had returned with a vengeance the night of the incident. She had stayed in her room as much as she could, to avoid spreading it to anyone else. It probably wouldn’t kill anyone, but the symptoms would be a massive pain to deal with in the midst of a lock-in. At Bast’s declaration that they could free themselves by finding a specific panel, though, she had deemed herself well enough to go back outside and headed over to the Grand Circle.
Overhearing Onision’s suggestion that they wreck the wall, she shook her head. ”We’d be more likely to potentially break the switch that way, which would get us stuck for longer,” she answered. Seeing Bast and Hazel headed off towards the generator room, she asked, ”Need any more help?” The generator room probably was the best place to look, and three heads was better than two, especially when the two heads had enough romantic tension between them to choke a soap opera fanatic. (A bizarre phrase, but it made sense to her when she’d thought of it.)
Overhearing Onision’s suggestion that they wreck the wall, she shook her head. ”We’d be more likely to potentially break the switch that way, which would get us stuck for longer,” she answered. Seeing Bast and Hazel headed off towards the generator room, she asked, ”Need any more help?” The generator room probably was the best place to look, and three heads was better than two, especially when the two heads had enough romantic tension between them to choke a soap opera fanatic. (A bizarre phrase, but it made sense to her when she’d thought of it.)
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