The guards are dressed like this. They can steal their fit. No coats or hats, I'm afraid. Only narccore. They may also have a stun baton and a gun. The flamethrower is not included.
Traversing down the hallway, they will see that there are steel gates attached to the ceiling every 50 feet. Intuitively, from the time they've spent in Arkham, they know that these gates can be lowered remotely if any of the guards hit their panic buttons.
The checkpoint consists of a bored security guard sitting behind a table and a security gate. The guard is currently distracted playing Tetris and hasn't noticed them yet.]
[ well thats fine i dont know what I was thinking the guy has horns it's not a great disguise. but sure he'll steal a fit, why not. he's not wearing a tie though, he refuses to do that. ]
Just project confidence, alright? We just ... walk through. If you look like you know where you're going, no one will question it. We've important business.
[ maybe he's on a winning streak. he will just KEEP WALKIN' ON BY. So very confidently. His back is straight, his gaze is fixed ahead, he's tapping the baton on his hand like he intends to cave some prisoner skulls in. all normal here. ]
[A clown and a kitewoman skip merily down the piss stained beige brick road.
Cellblock B is a cellblock. Pretend there is another door in the far back, between the two staircases. Their own cells are somewhere around here, too. It's dimly lit and it is way too quiet considering that the general population here never knows when to shut up.
But more even more concerning than that: A figure stands in the far back of the room, standing between them and the other doorway.]
[ There's too much fucking piss every single time. Plays a Polygon Jackbox vid where they just talk about piss to simulate what it's like hearing conversations in this place.
Rodion stands Slightly behind Lucien, one hand on her hip. They don't need to say hi TWICE so she's just looking at this figure. What is their size and build. ]
[Their features become clearer when the kiteclowns approach. It's a man, clad in black and orange armor, with a pistol in each hand. Just a wee bit taller than Rodion, really.
[ im failing this roll on purpose I want to be shot. he gets winged in the shoulder and dives into a cell for some cover - trying to drag rodya along. ]
[ ON MAIN? IN FRONT OF GOD? I decided I may as well roll for it just for fun and she rolled a 5 so I guess she is also getting shot too. I guess we can say in the leg. Thank god she's used to this (?) since otherwise, ouch? ]
Hey, um, Lucy? A cell is so full of holes and it's a closed space I don't think this is a good idea
In a matter of seconds, halfway through diving into a cell for some cover, their vision goes topsy-turvy and they straight up pass out in an ungraceful heap on the floor, with Rodion collapsing on top of Lucien. The last thing they hear before they sink into blissful oblivion is the sound of approaching footsteps, from heavily reinforced boots.
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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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The guards are dressed like this. They can steal their fit. No coats or hats, I'm afraid. Only narccore. They may also have a stun baton and a gun. The flamethrower is not included.
Traversing down the hallway, they will see that there are steel gates attached to the ceiling every 50 feet. Intuitively, from the time they've spent in Arkham, they know that these gates can be lowered remotely if any of the guards hit their panic buttons.
The checkpoint consists of a bored security guard sitting behind a table and a security gate. The guard is currently distracted playing Tetris and hasn't noticed them yet.]
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Just project confidence, alright? We just ... walk through. If you look like you know where you're going, no one will question it. We've important business.
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[ She is taking a tie then this will do. Maybe she can confidence so hard she gaslights the guards into thinking she's also just a guard.
Anyway yeah she'll just stroll on like she's meant to go here. ]
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Maybe if they keep walking... it will be fine...]
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Maybe Tetris really just goes that hard, she'd understand as a fantasy Russian. ]
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They get past the security gate and may continue making their way to Cellblock B.]
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[ practically skipping? ]
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[ WHO ALLOWED THIS? Anyway what's behind Cellblock Number B? ]
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Cellblock B is a cellblock. Pretend there is another door in the far back, between the two staircases. Their own cells are somewhere around here, too. It's dimly lit and it is way too quiet considering that the general population here never knows when to shut up.
But more even more concerning than that: A figure stands in the far back of the room, standing between them and the other doorway.]
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lucien will smooth his hair back and stroll on up. it's fine. confidence gets you everwhere. ]
How goes it, friend?
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Rodion stands Slightly behind Lucien, one hand on her hip. They don't need to say hi TWICE so she's just looking at this figure. What is their size and build. ]
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He tilts his head, almost amused. And then—
Well.
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WELL YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE A DICK ABOUT IT
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[ ON MAIN? IN FRONT OF GOD? I decided I may as well roll for it just for fun and she rolled a 5 so I guess she is also getting shot too. I guess we can say in the leg. Thank god she's used to this (?) since otherwise, ouch? ]
Hey, um, Lucy? A cell is so full of holes and it's a closed space I don't think this is a good idea
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They're not getting shot with bullets.
They are getting shot with tranquilizer darts.
In a matter of seconds, halfway through diving into a cell for some cover, their vision goes topsy-turvy and they straight up pass out in an ungraceful heap on the floor, with Rodion collapsing on top of Lucien. The last thing they hear before they sink into blissful oblivion is the sound of approaching footsteps, from heavily reinforced boots.
And then they wake up.]