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[indent][indent][indent][indent][indent]Mister Reid looked between them both, the pixilation that formed his eyes was piercing. He tapped the papers on the desk pensively. “Right, I was expecting something a little more [i]snappy[/i], but it’s apparent that I have to walk you through this. I don’t understand [i]its[/i] logic. You seem less competent than the last group, and they—” he trailed off, bringing a hand to his nose and rubbing the bridge of it.

“No, you’re not on Earth. You’re [i]here[/i].” He paused. “Where’s [i]here[/i] you ask? This placed is called Anigma Fluxx. It’s the refuse pile of reality chips from when planes of existent flex, stretch and crack around the edges. To put it simply: you being here was both planned and an accident. This place contains technology from a thousand years ago and a thousand years in the future—living in… asyn—” Mister Reid’s eyes went wide as he glanced at something beyond the side of the screen. “Right, and we’re coming back from commercial break. Remember kids, that part about changing your name wasn’t an Earth joke. As they say, ‘when it Rome.’ Talk to me soon, okay?” 

The overlay snapped back on the screen, and Mister Reid started speaking again in newscaster fashion before gesturing towards their “weather girl.” About that time, a sizzle and spark rippled through the tower of televisions. That one clicked off. Another one clicked on, and there was the sound of cycling underneath its bleary static screen. It was then that something ejected from it and clattered to the ground.

It was a purple VHS tape that looked to be completely rewound. On the label was written: 

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A cursory glance would note that it was made of thick plastic and plastic parts indicative that wasn’t supposed to be consumed. Looking back at where it came from would reveal a slot for a VHS to be slid back in. It was an old television where the VCRs were built in.

Zionne would then note that her boot slipped a little as she stood. Looking down, there was now water where there once hadn’t been. The odd tiles underneath them had punctured, in a sense, and were leaking gray water. The room was so massive that it would be impossible for it fill with any expediency. What could be worrisome was the number of electronics that were built up from the floor with wires coiling around.

The electricity snapped back on about that time, and all the televisions started playing at once—except for the one they’d previously spoken to and the one the VHS slid out of. The noise was discordant and loud. Glancing around, the various shows that were presented didn’t seem to make much sense. They looked like the ones on Earth, but the concepts, people in them, or the words themselves were almost alien in nature.

It was then a few cables started to spark across the room, glowing purple electricity popped from them. The television towers started to vibrate, and the two they had interacted with lurched out of their spot. Sarah had a decision to make. She figured that, if she wanted, she could grab one. She lacked the speed to get both, but the smarts to disconnect them without any damage. 

They would both notice that more and more cables were sparking. Zionne had the cool to take charge of the situation, though. What would she choose to do? In order from furthest to closest: there was a door out of the auditorium, a stage that sat up higher than the floor, or a ladder that looked as if it had once been used to hang the banner. Scaffolding was above them, and a skylight shown darkness from above.
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[center] [color=#577678][b]ZIONNE[/b][/color] [color=green][[/color]𝕄𝕀ℕ𝔻: ◼◼◼+ & ℂ𝕆𝕆𝕃: ◼◼◼+ TO NOTICE WATER AND NOT SLIP[color=green]][/color]  [color=green][[/color]ℂ𝕆𝕆𝕃: ◼◼◼◼+ TO FIND ESCAPE ROUTES[color=green]][/color] 
[color=#577678][b]SARAH[/b][/color] [color=green][[/color]𝕄𝕀ℕ𝔻: ◼◼◼◼◼+ TO BE ABLE TO REMOVE A TV UNDAMAGED[color=green]][/color]  [color=red][[/color]𝕊ℙ𝔼𝔼𝔻: ◼◼◼+ TO GET BOTH[color=red]][/color][/center]
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[indent][indent][indent][indent][indent]The hook easily came out of Orie’s leg as Jin grabbed and removed it, and Keandre’s split-second reaction stopped the chain from pulling back while Jin got the young man out. Blood gurgled from the wound and onto the asphalt street below. Scraping echoed through the air as the chains dragged back into the creature’s mouth. It let out a noise, like a child crunching and slurping through cereal. The head wriggled as just below the surface was the churning of chains. The hollowed-out eyes bulged with flickers of metal seen in the sockets.

The creature convulsed and disappeared. Keandre, Jin, and Orie were left alone, but the damage had been done. Orie was injured, though possibly unknown to his compatriots that it didn’t change his means of movement. It was through sheer willpower alone that Orie wasn’t as emotionally ripped asunder as he was physically. He could feel it, though, something gnawing at the back of his head. He wanted to be scared, but years of dedication and focus wouldn’t let him. 

There before them was the billboard, light flickering. It was joined by other lights around them. They were able to pause and take in their surroundings. The more one stared, the more one got a feeling that they were in some alien suburb. The globe-shaped buildings looked like houses with doors leading in and out. There seemed to be concrete dividers between “lots.” And the street ran alongside the building much as it did in Caulder’s Hollow or any other city for that matter. There didn’t seem to be any cars parked along the side of the street to indicate that someone lived here. In the immediate distance was a massive building, the height of a gymnasium, whose partially destroyed roof emitted a purple light show underneath. Down the road from where they were was a massive spire of a building, much like a unicorn’s horn jutting up. Neon blue lights spelled out [b]“A – U – R I – M.”[/b] A little beyond the strange, conical building was one that seemed to be almost Earthlike in boxiness but unnaturally tall. There were windows carved into it, and a garage door built into the base of it. 

There didn’t seem to be an obvious medical facility to head to but there were plenty of buildings to check into—along with the billboard itself.
 
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[center][color=#577678][b]ORIE[/b][/color] [color=green][[/color]𝕎𝕀𝕃𝕃: ◼◼◼◼◼+ TO RESIST TOXIN ON HOOK[color=green]][/color][/center]
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[indent][indent][indent][indent][indent]Ruby could read what the plaque said, and much to her dismay it wouldn’t hold the answers she was looking for. Eden’s struggle against the rocks was noteworthy, but as hard as she might have tried to push them away—her strength wasn’t enough. 

Another pop and the crack along the glass ceiling formed. It was quickly snaking along the top of it—water finding its way in. It now was at thigh level and quickly rising. Eden would lose her footing before the other two if it got much higher. What little water pressure was alleviated in the space between the rocks wasn’t enough to keep up with what was pouring in. If anything, the water worked against them and helping the rocks settle into place. 

The “golden centipede” brushed against Eden’s leg, paused, and then brushed by again much like a cat begging for attention. Its spindly legs tapped against her flesh experimentally before she felt it start to climb up her. It was an uneasy feeling to say the least, but Eden would notice with every little tap that it gave her, there was more power behind her limbs. If she was still touching the massive rocks, they budged a little. It wasn’t enough to dislodge them, but it was a noticeable difference. The centipede was heading for the back of her neck. It wasn’t attached—yet. The other two could easily grab it off Eden if need be. It would try the same with them.[/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]
[center][color=#577678][b]ALL THREE[/b] [/color][color=blue][[/color]𝕊ℙ𝔼𝔼𝔻:  ◼◼◼+ TO GRAB CENTIPEDE[color=blue]][/color] [color=red][[/color]𝔹𝕆𝔻𝕐: ◼◼◼◼◼◼ TO LIFT THE STONE[color=red]][/color]

[hider=CENTIPEDE ARTEFACT][img]https://i.imgur.com/h2d9Cay.png[/img][/hider][/center][hr][sup][@tokkiya][/sup]
[indent][indent][indent][indent][indent]Luke would walk forward through his door only for his perspective to change wildly. His momentum would cause him to float up for a moment before landing square on his back. The sound of crunching came from underneath him, and dust filled the air all around. As his eyes settled and took in his surroundings, it wouldn’t be hard to surmise where he was.

He was lying in a hole that was the same length as he was and a little bit wider. The hole shot up in a perfect rectangle to an opening. It seemed very reminiscent of being in a grave. The ground all around him was dark with phosphorous green veins running through it, giving him some illumination. The walls were slick and about ten feet high. Underneath him, and the source of the crunch, was what seemed to be a box—possibly a coffin. The material was flat and brittle much like tungsten. Luke couldn’t make out if there had been bones in the box, but there was nothing around him that looked like that now. What he could easily make out was the sleeve of a jacket of some kind. Upon further inspection, it was a letterman jacket with “CH Cougars” embroidered on it and “Hightower” underneath.

It was then that he’d hear a scream and two separate voices following it. There was a beat of silence, and a shadow fell over the grave. A figure stood over it. There was then a slow, melodious crank as a chain was lowered down to Luke. A hook was affixed at the end of it, big enough for him to slide his foot into and be pulled up. Otherwise, he’d have to find a way out of this grave the good ole fashion way. There was the broken, brittle box underneath him, and the strange glowing veins of whatever mineral pulsing all around him.

“Hurry,” gurgled the figure above him. [/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]
[center][color=#577678][b]LUKE[/b][/color] [color=red][[/color]𝔹𝕆𝔻𝕐: ◼◼◼◼◼+ TO FREE SOLO WITHOUT AID[color=red]][/color]  [color=blue][[/color]𝔹𝕆𝔻𝕐: ◼◼+ & 𝕊ℙ𝔼𝔼𝔻 ◼◼◼+ & 𝕄𝕀ℕ𝔻 ◼◼◼+ TO USE WHATEVER IS IN THE GRAVE TO CLIMB OUT[color=blue]][/color]   [color=green][[/color]𝕎𝕀𝕃𝕃: ◼◼+ TO NOT JUST GRAB THE CHAIN WITHOUT THOUGHT[color=green]][/color][/center]