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

 

Comments

[dungeon_channel]

As Natasha speaks (and luckily, before she can straighten up again), the invisible danger hits -- they can both see, just for a moment, paper-thin whirling blades spin through the air above them.

The blades nick the very tip of one of Feferi's horns before vanishing back into the wall, but otherwise do no harm.

[splashes]

[ It's quick enough for her to feel the whip of air on her cheeks after the blades have already passed.

She's frozen in her spot for the fraction of a second it takes to register what's just happened. It didn't hurt, but it did give her a startle, shock registering on Feferi's expression for the first time since they awoke here. Her attention darts to the wall where the blades vanished.

Feferi's thought process flies across her face. Could it be timed? Random? At any height? Wasting no time, she's crouching next to Natasha, coiled like a spring. You don't spend your life at the bottom of a vicious sea without knowing how to handle a little danger while being quick on your fins. Feet.

Same difference! ]

There will be another one, I know it. What's the possibility of us having to make a jump for it, hmm?

[dungeon_channel]

There is a slight whirring, clacking sound as the blades fold back into the walls and begin to reset. There might be a brief window of time before they're in position....

[vdova]

[ There's no time to hesitate.

Luckily, thinking fast is what Natasha is best at. Feferi's right -- Natasha can already hear the blades resetting, and she glances back at Feferi, gauging the alien's body type. She can probably keep up if they make a run for it. There's no chance that they can raise their tethered arms and get themselves separated -- the blades would probably take off their fingers, first.

So that left one option. ] On my count, we run.

[ Natasha shoves the knife back into her boot and glances up, listening to the noises. ] One.. two.. three.. NOW.

[ And she takes off at a run, heading straight down the hall. ]

[splashes]

Got it!! [ Feferi follows suit, bolting after Natasha on her mark. She's a faster swimmer than a runner and trails a little behind her taller human partner, but making themselves compact along the length of the hall would probably benefit them in the end and prevent them from having any undignified trips.

Since that could have very well resulted in something more gruesome than a nick to the horns.

They just had to make it to the end of this corridor and hopefully they would be granted a reprieve.

Though where that could be was anyone's guess, and Feferi figures they won't have to wait long for the next volley. ]

[dungeon_channel]

At the end of the corridor is a rougher stone passageway, but at least the cobwebs are gone. It winds deeper and deeper for quite some time... and then, abruptly, opens up ahead. There is, suddenly, a vast abyss ahead of them, walls dropping away and the rough stone floor becoming a narrow bridge of interlocking stones.

As the one piece of solid ground ahead of them quite naturally draws the eye, it's edasy to see that each stone has a letter engraved on its surface.

TEB
AGH
ORR
UDO
GOG
CHO
HRT
I F E
MOT
RUE
LMR
A E P
EDA

[vdova]

[ She comes to a stop, glancing from left to right before laying her eyes on the stones. A brief attempt to solve the puzzle comes fruitless, and though it bothers her a little (what if it's the way out) she decides to ignore it, for now, glancing back at Feferi. ] Are you alright?