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

[chronosexual]

"Really big problem. It's a long way up, and I don't think either one of us would be able to make it on our own." Jack began looking over every inch he could see well in the low light and poking at every screw or button-shaped object that he could find. Machinery really wasn't his forte, so he was hoping that the grease on Kaylee's jumpsuit wasn't just for show.

[hot4engines]

Kaylee pounded her fist on the wall in frustration after several minutes of poking and prodding, starting to feel flustered, as she did any time she was met with a mechanical challenge she couldn't surmount.

"If I just had my toolbox..." She heaved a sigh, crossing her arms. "I ain't sure how else we're gonna get up this thing." She could feel the panic beginning to creep in again already. Would they be trapped? She really didn't want to consider that.

[dungeon_channel]

There was a hollow sound where Kaylee struck the wall. A panel there, once opened, concealed a manual crank for the old cargo lift.

[chronosexual]

The sound drew Jack's curiosity. "What was that? Open it up." After she complied, Jack made his way over to it, examining it briefly. "It's a crank..." He looked up the expansive shaft, and then down to the heavy-duty crank. "Oh you've got to be kidding me." He sighed heavily and laughed, pulling off his coat again, handing it over and rolling up his sleeves. "May as well get comfortable. I think we're gonna be here for a while." But at least it was a way up.

Jack then took hold of the crank and began to turn it. Slowly at first, as the disused crank creaked into use again with a great deal of reluctance.

[dungeon_channel]

As the lift rises, gradually, whenever Jack pauses for breath, there will be a small residual sound after he stops turning the crack.

A slow, intermittent ticking. It does not seem to be coming from the ratchet on the chain.

[hot4engines]

"Want me to take a turn?" Kaylee ventured at one of the pauses, secretly unsure of whether or not she'd be able to turn the crank on her own, but hoping she had the muscle to anyway. She then frowned. "... Ya hear that ticking noise?"

[chronosexual]

"If you want..." Jack said breathlessly. The work was hard and as such was evident in the collar of his shirt, down the back and under his arms. He did look around, however and frowned. "I did notice something... Thought I'd been going crazy..." He craned his neck and frowned, looking around. "Where's it coming from?"

[hot4engines]

Kaylee tilted her head for a moment to listen, then looked up. "Don't sound like it's coming from here... must be above us. Only one way to find out!"

She gamely seized the lever and began to push; it took a few false starts and a lot of straining, but she was eventually able to get them going at a slow pace.

[chronosexual]

"Must be..." Jack frowned, rubbing his arms each in turn as he looked around the shaft for the source of the noise. He lifted his arm to try and cast a minimal amount of light upward, but unable to see much, he was discouraged and let his sore arm return to his side. "I don't like ht sound of it, though." He dove into the pocket of his coat, retrieving the blade fragment and keeping it by his side as he kept a careful watch on their surroundings and the shaft above them. "Just let me know when you get tired."