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TIAMAT

[When you come to, you find yourself locked in a small, cramped, antique elevator. One wall is covered with a large, ornate mirror, and a chandelier hangs above your head. The doors are made of metal and shut very, very tightly. The lights are off.]

[You hear two familiar voices echo distantly in your mind]

LET ME GO, Ǧ̲̖̩̞̣̲̌Ĩ͎R̞̩͎̝̍L̹̳̫̾͛Ȉ͙͈̬͐͒ͭ̄̌̊E̥̥̓ͨ!

I won't let you hurt them!

[Before you have time to say anything, the elevator suddenly jolts, before it begins to plummet. Your heart drops to the pit of your stomach as you fall, fall, fall, and then. . .]

[Suddenly it stops. You're thrown off balance, possibly to the point of where you crash into a wall or a nearby neighbor. All is silent]

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[After searching for a bit]

There ain't nothin' over there.

Yes, I am fully intending to do so.

[She might have been extremely un-useful the entire game, but she found... something.]

That is interesting. I wonder if other teams will find other scraps in other places.

[YOU'RE ALL KIDS]

Jasper. I'm from Henwen.

Sounds like a plan ta me.

[Of course it does.]

I do not think it is a good idea—. . . you never told me your bloody name.

It doesn't seem like there's much else to look through though... Except maybe the skeleton itself?

[Let me look through its clothes, yes.]

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Drat.

[She looks at the papers for a moment before looking back up at him.]

Thank you for trying, though.

Who is Haunt?

I sent Ochre to look, and he didn't find anything, unfortunately.

I'll yank on it once if things are bad, twice if you can come through.

[firm nod]

Great. We can ask once everyone's outta here and home safely, yeah?

Another Echo closely tied with Poltergeist. The other, small voice we are hearing.

Oh, sorry. Dandelion.

Tiamat. Nice to meetcha.

[a beat]

I mean that, as much as I wish the circumstances were better.

Clover.

It is a stupid idea, Dandelion.

[now she can scold u properly]

[Dandelion now sets his plan in motion. he aims his wrist at the concierge desk and fires his cable - it embeds into the wood. he gives it a couple of sharp yanks to make sure it holds, then turns to the doors.]

All right. I'm going to try and open them.