thoughtformed | DUNGEON LOG.

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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Kaylee squinted around at their surroundings when they'd emerged from the pipe. Tight spaces didn't overly bother her, being a mechanic and thus used to crawling in them, but it was still a relief to get into an open space and off her hands and knees.

"Hunh," she remarked. "Now this looks a little more normal. Wouldn't trust nothin' in those bottles, mind." She could make a guess as to what the cages were for, but decided not to comment on it. "Looks like this was some sorta club, maybe."

"Definitely some kind of club. Look at those go-go cages," he said, pointing up to one of the dangling cages. "whether or not it was a good kind of club remains to be seen." Jack rose to his feet and looked around. It seemed abandoned of any sort of business at all... Was the place closed down? A quick examination of a layer of dust on his finger revealed that they hadn't been touched in some time.

He looked over the bar to the source of light; the pulsing broken sword on the ground. Curious...He placed a hand on the bar and used it to vault over, making for the sword. It didn't look cursed or like an artifact, but they seldom ever did. He peeled back the cover on his vortex manipulator and ran a scan of the item, just out of habit. It was strange... just a bunch of what looked like statistics? What did they mean? Nothing harmful that Jack could tell, so he bent down to take hold of the hilt and get a closer look at the thing.

"I saw them, but wasn't gonna say anything about it," Kaylee grinned, beginning to explore the place a little. "It's so old, it's hard to tell either way..."

She had her back turned to Jack and thus didn't notice him reaching for the weapon, or else she probably would have stopped him; after all, they had no idea what it could do, and knowing their luck so far, it probably wasn't anything good. When she looked around for him, she saw the red glow and leaned over the bar to watch him.

"Ya sure that's safe to touch?" she wanted to know. "Well, then again, I guess you can't know til you do..."

The moment his hands touch the hilt, pixellated letters appeared in the air.

JACK ACQUIRED THE POWER OF LOVE. BUT, IT'S BROKEN!

Kaylee simply stared at the letters, tilting her head in confusion.

"Power of Love, huh? Sounds real nice, actually! Except for the 'broken' part, of course..."

Jack, holding the sword in hand, blinks and stares up at the strange appearance of the words for a long moment before shaking his hand. Weird. He does feel a little different, somehow, with the weapon in his hand. "This would have really been nice to have a while ago," he said with a distinct amount of annoyance dripping from his throat. He reaches down to pick up a few of the pieces, seeing if they were of any use, then pockets the longest shard he can find before bringing over the rest of the sword, which now mostly amounts to a long, flat-ended dagger, and sets it on the bar.

"Not sure what else we're going to run into here, so you might want to keep that safe." He smiled at her and moved around to lift up a panel in the bar to let her out."

"Tell me about it," said Kaylee, frowning. "But.. yeah. It may come in handy again."

Let's just hope we don't have to cut his hand off a second time, she thought, but kept that to herself. She then returned the smile, glad that she still COULD smile to begin with, and came out to start looking around some more. "I wonder how long this place has been down here? ... and what made whoever used it leave it behind in the first place?"

"No clue. It's pretty contemporary, though... maybe a little ahead of its time. If you had some lights going in here, some people and some music, I bet it would be a really nice little club." It was suspicious, however, that such a state-of-the-art club like this would be just abandoned like that. It was concerning. What was the reason it was closed down? Did it have something to do with the sword Kaylee was holding? Was this the scene of a terrible and grisly murder?

He craned his head this way and that, holding up his vortex manipulator for light. The only exit he could discern was the lift near one of the back walls. He felt a little uncomfortable with just the one exit... Surely that couldn't be safe. "I guess we take the lift. Upwards has to be better than down, right?"

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