DUNGEON LOG.

[dungeon_channel]

Where:  Varying underground locations somewhere on the island.
When: Early morning on the eighteenth through the end of the twenty-first.
Who: Seven teams of two people, listed below.
Why:  Because nobody likes a snoop.

Starting the morning on the eighteenth, there are seven new local cable channels available on island TV.  There are no ads announcing them, so only people channel-surfing will run across them at first.  Each channel shows something rather shocking:  two people held together by a pair of thick, futuristic shackles made of some strange white plastic.  They're somewhere underground, and followed constantly by hidden cameras in their surroundings.  Welcome to the strangest reality TV show ever.

For those seven teams, however, life is significantly worse.  They'll wake up in the darkness, shackled to someone they may or may not know.  They'll be wearing whatever clothes they wore yesterday (thankfully, not whatever they wore to bed).  They'll be carrying anything they usually carry, though any weapon will be lacking extra ammunition beyond the load it started with.  Their electronic devices will not connect to any networks or receive any signal, but will otherwise behave normally.  Worst, however, any supernatural abilities they possess will be dampened -- subtly for some, more extremely for others (sorry Jade).

The shackles will not cut or break.  Any attempt to remove them merely tightens them.  There is no visible lock to pick.  Examine or struggle how you will, but short of severing your forearm there's no certain way to remove them.

So:  where the Hell are you, anyway?

Check out the threads below for answers.

Team One: Tim – Jade

Team Two: Finnick – Remus

Team Three: Jack – Kaylee

Team Four: Sherlock – Davesprite

Team Five: Natasha – Feferi

Team Six: Naoto – Ramona

Team Seven: Jenny – Nathan

 

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[subspaceflowers]

Ramona wakes with a start, acutely aware of the silence, and upon waking, the darkness. She sits up and begins to feel around with her hands, her heart beginning to race and pound in her ears harder and harder with each second that passes. However, her hand bumps into something hard, but soft and warm right next to her, and her panic and shock leads her to pull a terrified scream out of her throat as she tries to scramble away from the unidentified object.

[expositional]

Naoto wakes up to screaming. Jolts awake hard, tearing the arm back that's inexplicably has a cool press of metal and plastics against her wrist, that's suddenly being pulled-!

With a yelp of pain, Naoto tries to wrench her arm back. "That's enough! Who's there?" Understandably, she sounds just a little bit unsettled.

[subspaceflowers]

"Ow! Watch it!" At least it's another person and not some flesh-eating monster waiting in the darkness. She tries to steady her breathing, though she's still entirely shaken. This wasn't Subspace... it was never this cold. Or pointy. She felt herself for any cuts or injuries, feeling no blood, but finding herself with her Subspace Suitcase conveniently at her hip.

"Ramona... Ramona Flowers." She tugs at the wrist locked to Naoto, testing the bond weakly. "What's your name?"

[expositional]

"My apologies." Naoto ceases the tugging and pulling when the other person replies. She knows of Ramona through the journals, although they've never spoken directly. She doesn't seem like the person capable of kidnapping someone in their sleep, but.. Naoto's been mistaken about people before.

Still, it would be irrational to trap someone by handcuffing them to you in a damp and darkened location. Most likely they are both victims here.

"My name is Shirogane Naoto. But I'm afraid I can't tell you how it is we've ended up here. Do you have any idea how this happened?"

[subspaceflowers]

"Not a clue." She squints, trying to see around, and failing. "I was hoping you'd have some kind of idea. Hold up." There's the sound of a zipper opening and what sounds like a lot of rustling while Ramona searches her bag for something. She pulled out a small flashlight, and after a few taps, the bright little lightbulb dimly flickers on, just enough to be able to see one another for the time being.

"There. That's a little better." She lifts her head to look around. "Where are we?"

[expositional]

Naoto wasn't about to say it, but the darkness was beginning to put her on edge. Makes eye contact with Ramona briefly, confirming the girl is who she says, before scanning after the flashlight's path.

"I'm not sure." And something in Naoto's voice should tell her that this isn't something the detective says a lot. "Clearly underground." He eyes trail upwards. "Deep. There's no way there's a building this size without our realizing it." Turns her full attention to Ramona. "We should access if either of us are hurt before continuing further."

[subspaceflowers]

She shone her little flashlight here and there to get a better look at the surrounding area. She frowns, not recognizing any of the features at all. It's a little concerning to say the least. What the hell was she doing here handcuffed to some kid? Was this some kind of weird prank? Did she drink the night before?

"I don't feel hurt. Just sore from sleeping on this damn floor." She rubs her back and groans, trying to stretch out her muscles. "How do you feel? Hurt? Crap, you're not bleeding are you? I don't know if I have anything for that."

[dungeon_channel]

Apart from the gap in the floor, none of the crevices in the stone lead anywhere -- not that any of them are large enough to climb into in the first place. The only other notable feature is the heavy, clumped dirt piled against one wall. Did it fall from the ceiling? Was someone digging here? It isn't really clear why or how it would get here, but then, it might make perfect sense to a geology expert.