[indent] [/indent][h3][hr][color=SandyBrown]Pebble Meyers[/color][/h3][hr][sup][@Alamantus][@Vertigo][/sup][indent] [/indent]
[color=SandyBrown]“Ta-dah.”[/color] Pebbles raised her knotted handiwork, forcing a smile. While it looked usable and could therefore be counted as a success, she couldn’t help but feel put out by the situation in general. What kind of person put Duncan and her in a room with these things, leaving the key in a drain for them to find? Why her, and why all of this?

She didn’t have answers to her questions, and when she tried to think of one she stepped into an abyss of possibilities that she always backed out of immediately. So, she did the next best thing: focus on the here and now. The contents of the truck’s battery compartment, though, brought a grin to her face as she gasped and fetched the hook and thread inside.

[color=SandyBrown]“Oh, this must be it! The hook,”[/color] Pebs said, raising it for Duncan to see, then bringing it over to where he was struggling with the drain. 

[color=SandyBrown]“Perfect fit,”[/color] she said, comparing the hook to the drain grates. [color=SandyBrown]“Alright, let’s do this.”[/color] 

At Duncan’s remark about steady hands, Pebs laughed. [color=SandyBrown]“Not sure they’re steady, but I can count on them,”[/color] she said as she unwrapped the thread from the hook. [color=SandyBrown]“If you’ve got steady hands, feel free to take over. Otherwise, I'm going in.”[/color]

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[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/14862]Utility Roll[/url] — Fishing for the key [3d6] = 1, 2, 3
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