tile run - group 3

[soulping]

( circumstances have conspired to separate those who went into the maze, splitting them into three groups, with each group taking one fork in the road.

a wisp of light guides them forward, gleefully bobbing up and down, slowing down just enough so it doesn't lose those following it, then speeding off around the next corner as soon as they start to catch up. )

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[soulping]

( DO YOU WANT TO DIE...? )

[ladychapels]

[ just because she can think like a Gunsmoke redneck doesn't mean she acts like one, geez!

loping over to the desk, since there's shit like scraps of paper and computers over there. ]

[soulping]

( on the computer screen is a vine-style video of a laughing man counting his fingers (but oddly not his thumbs?) and laughing. it’s on a loop, repeating itself over and over.

you also notice there is an UNTITLED.TXT on the start bar. )

[ladychapels]

[ it's time for grandma Wolfwood to try and use the Google.

...

the video loops a handful of times, Wolfwood watching with the silent disquiet of someone who doesn't fully understand or like what they're watching. then: ] Oi. Wings.

[ YOU'RE A TECH GUY, RIGHT ]

[unguilded]

[Coming over and...

Squinting at the video. Is he counting something specific, does it look like?]

... good thing Lucciola got me that laptop here. Though that video sure is strange.

[He leans down, and thanks to Kyriakos experience he can at least navigate the computer to pull up the txt file to see what it says.]

[soulping]

( the notepad file reads:

**UNLUCKY, UNLUCKY, SO UNLUCKY
UNLUCKY, UNLUCKY, SO UNLUCKY**
**UNLUCKY, UNLUCKY, SO UNLUCKY
UNLUCKY, UNLUCKY, SO UNLUCKY**
**UNLUCKY, UNLUCKY, SO UNLUCKY
UNLUCKY, UNLUCKY, SO UNLUCKY**
**UNLUCKY, UNLUCKY, SO UNLUCKY
UNLUCKY, UNLUCKY, SO UNLUCKY**
**UNLUCKY, UNLUCKY, SO UNLUCKY
UNLUCKY, UNLUCKY, SO UNLUCKY**
**UNLUCKY, UNLUCKY, SO UNLUCKY
UNLUCKY, UNLUCKY, SO UNLUCKY**
**UNLUCKY, UNLUCKY, SO UNLUCKY
UNLUCKY, UNLUCKY, SO UNLUCKY**
**UNLUCKY, UNLUCKY, SO UNLUCKY
UNLUCKY, UNLUCKY, SO UNLUCKY**
**UNLUCKY, UNLUCKY, SO UNLUCKY
UNLUCKY, UNLUCKY, SO UNLUCKY**
**UNLUCKY, UNLUCKY, SO UNLUCKY
UNLUCKY, UNLUCKY, SO UNLUCKY**
**UNLUCKY, UNLUCKY, SO UNLUCKY
UNLUCKY, UNLUCKY, SO UNLUCKY**
**UNLUCKY, UNLUCKY, SO UNLUCKY
UNLUCKY, UNLUCKY, SO UNLUCKY**
**UNLUCKY, UNLUCKY, SO UNLUCKY
UNLUCKY, UNLUCKY, SO UNLUCKY** )

[ladychapels]

[ lips tug into an uncomfortable kind of smirk, uncomfortable for the people looking at it. unpleasant feeling straight down her back. ]

[unguilded]

Well ... that's ominous.

[Clicking around to see if there's anything else.]

[ladychapels]

[ while he does that... Wolfwood leans against the desk, arms crossed.

... ]

[unguilded]

[He's also checking the video again to see what numbers the man in the video seems to be counting, after Star checks out that safe.]

[ladychapels]

[ in the corner of her eye, a laughing man counting his fingers over and over.


abruptly, ] How many teams are left?

[unguilded]

... Eight. Nine counting the Cats.

[ladychapels]

[ watches the video loop a few more times ]

Is that so.

[unguilded]

So eight could be part of the code.

...

Or four.

[ladychapels]

[ four teams are gone. eight teams are left, nine with Cats. there were thirteen teams in total. ]

AAAARGH, THIS IS WHY SHIT LIKE THIS PISSES ME OFF!!