I think so, rich people always like sitting around in high places. I think it feeds their ego to look down on others or something.
[ She sticks a spoon in her porridge. Is it green? Maybe she can just eat enkephalin while she's here, it's also green. She's been here for six months surely she isn't that bothered by mystery meat anymore so yeah she'll just have some porridge while she glances over to the guards. ]
[The Director's Office would be on the upper floors. Whatever personal belongings weren't straight up destroyed or confiscated by the police would likely be somewhere in the same general area.
The porridge is white. It's thick enough that her spoon initially tries to sit on top of it instead of sinking.
The guards give them the stink eye, but one of them approaches with a hand on their stun batons. A clear threat.]
My companion and I are exercising our rights as citizens of Arkham to speak to the Director. We have some complaints to lodge about the food situation.
[ She waves her spoon at him like look at this! If it's thick enough that she can't get her utensils through can she tilt it and show how the sauce ain't even pouring. Dare say, she misses her work wife's terrible cooking. Gregor... your canned foods.
She flicks her spoon, perhaps flicking some white porridge onto the table. ]
[She can get her utensil through, but it's definitely thick enough that the spoon doesn't naturally sink into it. She can flick her spoon, tilt the bowl, or both if she desires. Both will end with some of the stuff hitting the table with a splat. Bits and pieces land on Lucien and Rodion's clothes, too.
The guard stares at them.]
No. Eat your food or starve.
[And then they turn to leave, mumbling about how much they hate their job. The benefits aren't even that good!!]
[the twin bowls of porridge hit the guard on the back!
they immediately get throttled by like 5 guards while the other inmates whoop, cheer, and start tossing their food around. one guy dumps his bowl of porridge on his bald head and starts burping the alphabet.]
This CYOA removed the one thing limiting her which was that normally she's pretty good at being a sane person. But this CYOA decreed her insane so she's actually having a pretty good time.
She'll totally straight up headbutt one of these guards with all she's got and then chirp out for the mess hall: ]
[Lucien's kick rattles the table, but it doesn't flip it over. Unfortunately, the tables are all bolted to the ground. Lame.
Rodion has better luck headbutting the guard, who totally fails to dodge after rolling a 4. Blood spurts from the guard's broken nose, dribbling down their chin.
An emaciated man, one of their fellow inmates, roars, climbs on his table, and tears off the top half of his jumpsuit before chucking his porridge at one of the guards currently restraining Lucien. Isn't this the guy who got arrested for biting people...? He then trips and eats shit but it's fine. His bowl of porridge hits the guard right on the face, causing them to loosen their grip on Lucien.
There are now bowls of porridge and chunks of mystery meat soaring through the air. This is going to be a nightmare to wash out of your hair.]
[ this is such slander lucien was the one who started the biting and now even in a dream world viktor can't escape it. anyway he is ignoring everything else happening to watch Rodya headbutt a guy because COME ON that's incredible. he'll do his damndest to wriggle free of the guards, taking his tray and keeping it under one arm.
[ She gives Viktor a cheering whistle because yeah that's her boy (?????). Somewhere in the back of her mind, and in her vague memories of the Eudora which feel so insignificant and far away, she's fairly sure Viktor was not like this and this is probably character slander, but then she remembers that according to the schedule, she has until Wednesday to fully develop her brain, so this is fine. Go Vikky!
Over here though, she's going to grab Lucien by the wrist and help pull him up as she wriggles free of the guard's grasp who now is dealing with a bleeding nose. Sorry! And then she's gonna run for the door, yoinking trays off the tables to leave debris behind them. ]
Remember the way there?
[ Does Arkham have elevators, I'd give something more concrete but I haven't played these games / read this series so. I am in your hands. ]
[What is the point of CYOAs if not slandering all of your murder friends?
Anyway, it's bold of Lowe to imply that that being canon familiar would help you understand the layout for this place. The layout changes based on what is plot convenient? Even the type of cells they have change from one episode to another in the HQ show, help me.
They will know, based on past experience, that they are currently on the first floor. Going down the hallway to their left will lead them to cellblock A, and past that, after taking a few turns, a couple of security checkpoints, the reception hall, and the exit. To their right, they can find cellblock B, more security checkpoints, but also a lift that they could potentially use to get to the upper floors. The only issue is that the lift requires an employee keycard to be operated.
The five guards they left behind in the mess hall try to chase after them. Two of them get tackled by the now rioting inmates, but the three of them that rolled over 15 (20, 19 and 18 oofa doofa) manage to get past the other inmates, over the trays, slippery porridge floor and knocked over chairs, chasing after them as Lucien and Rodion run for the hallway. The ones who rolled a nat fucking 20 and the one who rolled a 19 lunge for them, trying to tackle and subdue them. Lucien in particular is going to get football tackled by Mr. Nat 20 himself. Good luck.]
[ then he gets tackled. what if he just dies. we honor a nat 20 in this house.
no well I imagine he is absolutely fucking going down. complete ass over teakettle in the hallway here and probably this pops something nasty in his back. but he did take his tray with him so once the ringing in his ears fades some he'll try the simultaneous "knee them in the crotch and whack them in the head with the tray" combo. get off!!!!!!!! ]
[ We honour a 19 in this house too. She didn't bring a weapon with her but she has the size advantage and can throw hands and is also crazy here so? Caution out the window, she'll immediately start struggling and wrestling the guard. She will also easily go for elbowing, kneeing... she will even go for a straight judo throw if she must. ]
The good news is that, with their combined efforts (and some really shitty rolls on some of the guards' parts), Lucien and Rodion manage to knock out two of the guards! The metal lunch tray has a nice dent in the shape of Mr. Nat 20's head. As for Mr. 19, he gets judo thrown so hard that he's left wheezing on the floor.
The bad news is that the remaining guard rolled a 19 and they're hitting their panic button, yelling into their walkie talkie for backup. Alarms start to blare and red lights flash in the hallway.
The kites chose me, Lucy. Knowing how to throw a punch is just the cherry on top.
[ She doesn't know why she's good at fighting. Her back story twists to fill in the gaps in real time, oh no. It's because freaks in the Backstreets tried to fight her for her kite and she had to fight tooth and nail to protect her honour. This is her magnum opus.
Rodion is also going for a straight high kick right in the guard's face as this is happening. Do any of them have visible ID cards or tags BTW. ]
[ into the walkie talkie: ]Is this shite on-- Good evening, fellow guards, but I believe there's been a terrible mistake on my part. Turns out I said Cellblock B when I meant Cellblock A. The trouble is in Cellblock A. Not B. They never taught me the proper alphabet at Arkham Elementary, which is why I suppose I ended up here, working through my anger issues for minimum wage at the Asylum. Anyway, Cellblock A. Thank you kindly.
[ well, he's a clown and not an actor, so we'll see how convincing this could possibly be. He has a fucking Irish accent. Maybe this guard is also Irish, who knows. ]
[ This is so funny. Meanwhile she'll yoink two tags off of two guards, one each, and they can keep moving towards that lift while Lucien eats hot chip and lies.
What are they wearing, is an overcoat included. She may just yoink that too for no other reason than for fun. Prison outfits are hot, they could be hotter with an overcoat.
Oh, and also their batons. Gimme. Then they can Lift. ]
Takashi, is that you? Are you making fun of Irish people again? [The racism continues.] Nevermind. You say Cellblock A? I thought you were near the Mess Hall, but whatever. We'll be there soon. Over and out.
[Well. That worked.
So, where are they headed? Cell block A and the exit is to their left. Cellblock B and the lift are to their right. They have to go through checkpoints down the hallway to get to either one, however.]
[ is there any part of him left in his AU addled brain that is like "what the fuck is Irish" well it's fine. he gives Takashi an extra kick in the head for being a racist. he is also getting himself a cool coat a card and a baton. Is there is also a hat ... his hair is fucking green. ]
Only way out is up, I'm afraid.
[ considering he sort of just. directed them all to Cellblock A and the Exit. It's fine! Retrieving the kite is IMPERITIVE. ]
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[ She sticks a spoon in her porridge. Is it green? Maybe she can just eat enkephalin while she's here, it's also green. She's been here for six months surely she isn't that bothered by mystery meat anymore so yeah she'll just have some porridge while she glances over to the guards. ]
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The porridge is white. It's thick enough that her spoon initially tries to sit on top of it instead of sinking.
The guards give them the stink eye, but one of them approaches with a hand on their stun batons. A clear threat.]
What?
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My companion and I are exercising our rights as citizens of Arkham to speak to the Director. We have some complaints to lodge about the food situation.
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Yeah man, I can't even get my spoon through.
[ She waves her spoon at him like look at this! If it's thick enough that she can't get her utensils through can she tilt it and show how the sauce ain't even pouring. Dare say, she misses her work wife's terrible cooking. Gregor... your canned foods.
She flicks her spoon, perhaps flicking some white porridge onto the table. ]
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The guard stares at them.]
No. Eat your food or starve.
[And then they turn to leave, mumbling about how much they hate their job. The benefits aren't even that good!!]
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[ throwing his bowl at the guard, sorry. ]
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She also throws her bowl at the guard. ]
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they immediately get throttled by like 5 guards while the other inmates whoop, cheer, and start tossing their food around. one guy dumps his bowl of porridge on his bald head and starts burping the alphabet.]
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This CYOA removed the one thing limiting her which was that normally she's pretty good at being a sane person. But this CYOA decreed her insane so she's actually having a pretty good time.
She'll totally straight up headbutt one of these guards with all she's got and then chirp out for the mess hall: ]
Do a food fight! We all deserve better!
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Rodion has better luck headbutting the guard, who totally fails to dodge after rolling a 4. Blood spurts from the guard's broken nose, dribbling down their chin.
An emaciated man, one of their fellow inmates, roars, climbs on his table, and tears off the top half of his jumpsuit before chucking his porridge at one of the guards currently restraining Lucien. Isn't this the guy who got arrested for biting people...? He then trips and eats shit but it's fine. His bowl of porridge hits the guard right on the face, causing them to loosen their grip on Lucien.
There are now bowls of porridge and chunks of mystery meat soaring through the air. This is going to be a nightmare to wash out of your hair.]
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hiss whispering to her:]
Make a break for it! The doors!
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Over here though, she's going to grab Lucien by the wrist and help pull him up as she wriggles free of the guard's grasp who now is dealing with a bleeding nose. Sorry! And then she's gonna run for the door, yoinking trays off the tables to leave debris behind them. ]
Remember the way there?
[ Does Arkham have elevators, I'd give something more concrete but I haven't played these games / read this series so. I am in your hands. ]
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Anyway, it's bold of Lowe to imply that that being canon familiar would help you understand the layout for this place. The layout changes based on what is plot convenient? Even the type of cells they have change from one episode to another in the HQ show, help me.
They will know, based on past experience, that they are currently on the first floor. Going down the hallway to their left will lead them to cellblock A, and past that, after taking a few turns, a couple of security checkpoints, the reception hall, and the exit. To their right, they can find cellblock B, more security checkpoints, but also a lift that they could potentially use to get to the upper floors. The only issue is that the lift requires an employee keycard to be operated.
The five guards they left behind in the mess hall try to chase after them. Two of them get tackled by the now rioting inmates, but the three of them that rolled over 15 (20, 19 and 18 oofa doofa) manage to get past the other inmates, over the trays, slippery porridge floor and knocked over chairs, chasing after them as Lucien and Rodion run for the hallway. The ones who rolled a nat fucking 20 and the one who rolled a 19 lunge for them, trying to tackle and subdue them. Lucien in particular is going to get football tackled by Mr. Nat 20 himself. Good luck.]
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[ then he gets tackled. what if he just dies. we honor a nat 20 in this house.
no well I imagine he is absolutely fucking going down. complete ass over teakettle in the hallway here and probably this pops something nasty in his back. but he did take his tray with him so once the ringing in his ears fades some he'll try the simultaneous "knee them in the crotch and whack them in the head with the tray" combo. get off!!!!!!!! ]
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[ We honour a 19 in this house too. She didn't bring a weapon with her but she has the size advantage and can throw hands and is also crazy here so? Caution out the window, she'll immediately start struggling and wrestling the guard. She will also easily go for elbowing, kneeing... she will even go for a straight judo throw if she must. ]
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The good news is that, with their combined efforts (and some really shitty rolls on some of the guards' parts), Lucien and Rodion manage to knock out two of the guards! The metal lunch tray has a nice dent in the shape of Mr. Nat 20's head. As for Mr. 19, he gets judo thrown so hard that he's left wheezing on the floor.
The bad news is that the remaining guard rolled a 19 and they're hitting their panic button, yelling into their walkie talkie for backup. Alarms start to blare and red lights flash in the hallway.
What now?]
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[ is now the time. well, he's going for the fucking walkie talkie to just snatch it out of the guy's hand. ]
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[ She doesn't know why she's good at fighting. Her back story twists to fill in the gaps in real time, oh no. It's because freaks in the Backstreets tried to fight her for her kite and she had to fight tooth and nail to protect her honour. This is her magnum opus.
Rodion is also going for a straight high kick right in the guard's face as this is happening. Do any of them have visible ID cards or tags BTW. ]
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This guy just rolled a one so he is going down like a nursery rhyme.
Enjoy your walkie talkie, Lucien! There is someone shouting on the other way. Backup is on its way.
All the guards have visible cards attached to their vests.]
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[ well, he's a clown and not an actor, so we'll see how convincing this could possibly be. He has a fucking Irish accent. Maybe this guard is also Irish, who knows. ]
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What are they wearing, is an overcoat included. She may just yoink that too for no other reason than for fun. Prison outfits are hot, they could be hotter with an overcoat.
Oh, and also their batons. Gimme. Then they can Lift. ]
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Takashi, is that you? Are you making fun of Irish people again? [The racism continues.] Nevermind. You say Cellblock A? I thought you were near the Mess Hall, but whatever. We'll be there soon. Over and out.
[Well. That worked.
So, where are they headed? Cell block A and the exit is to their left. Cellblock B and the lift are to their right. They have to go through checkpoints down the hallway to get to either one, however.]
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Only way out is up, I'm afraid.
[ considering he sort of just. directed them all to Cellblock A and the Exit. It's fine! Retrieving the kite is IMPERITIVE. ]
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Also yeah retrieving the kite is so important. ]
Good thing you pointed them to the other way, huh? We can always figure another way out from there. Or maybe they'll get bored, Iunno.
[ Let's go to B/lift!! What that checkpoint do. ]
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