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ALECTRYON
[ Well. You're in an elevator now. A gross, rusty elevator.
There are buttons on the panel in front of you, all team-coloured and numbered. Above the door are two panels, one indicating what floor you are on, and the other indicating what floor every other team is on.
The voice comes in through the intercom again: ]
Subject has a tendency to subconsciously cast spells in her sleep. This ranges from mildly inconvenient to wildly disastrous, due to the state of altered reality it creates.
The most recent incident involved a scenario wherein several of her classmates, including myself, were on their way to an unspecified business meeting. However, the building was dilapidated and upon entering the elevators we found they did not function as they should. We were, then, told by malicious spirits haunting the building that the only way out was to reach the top and make it to the meeting, by using the control panels to try to drop the other elevators into the boiler room. Where they would, ah, boil.
As you can tell, this is patently ridiculous. Dreams usually are. She has been reading too many horror stories and dramas, I suppose.
The incident previous to that involved --
There are buttons on the panel in front of you, all team-coloured and numbered. Above the door are two panels, one indicating what floor you are on, and the other indicating what floor every other team is on.
The voice comes in through the intercom again: ]
Subject has a tendency to subconsciously cast spells in her sleep. This ranges from mildly inconvenient to wildly disastrous, due to the state of altered reality it creates.
The most recent incident involved a scenario wherein several of her classmates, including myself, were on their way to an unspecified business meeting. However, the building was dilapidated and upon entering the elevators we found they did not function as they should. We were, then, told by malicious spirits haunting the building that the only way out was to reach the top and make it to the meeting, by using the control panels to try to drop the other elevators into the boiler room. Where they would, ah, boil.
As you can tell, this is patently ridiculous. Dreams usually are. She has been reading too many horror stories and dramas, I suppose.
The incident previous to that involved --
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