[hr][hr][center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/01989753-c0d4-751e-94b6-ac932f65638b.webp[/img][hr][@Achronum][@Trainerblue192][@Morose][@Blizz][@Kirah][@PatientBean][@KazAlkemi][@kittyluna45][hr][h3][color=5B8B64][b]Evening - Fri. Nov. 1st, 2040 [/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr]

The party navigated throughout the halls of Strange Academy without much issue, encountering neither their fellow students or any members of faculty. Perhaps everyone else had gone to bed early, locking their doors and whispering a prayer that whatever fate had befallen poor Pedrito, it would come to pass them by. Or perhaps whatever monster, man or creature, stalked these decrepit halls had already claimed its next victim, with none present to hear them scream.

Above the iron door to Franklin’s laboratory were peeling and faded golden letters - [i]IX[/i]. Identical doors to it stretched down the lengthy corridor, the flickering lights of enchanted torches illuminating their path. Dirt and debris gathered in every corner, with handprints smeared into the walls, including an amusing and mature [i]wash me[/i]. The door to the grim laboratory was locked, with the key in Franklin’s possession, as it was assigned to him for use during the school year. All students studying reanimation and other more experimental spells were allowed to rent a lab space, under Sariel’s supervision. 

Inside, Franklin’s laboratory lived up to his namesake. The walls were covered with dusty, amber bottles, their contents chemicals and preserved parts from dozens of animals. It was a circular space, with piles of books along the edges and a gigantic slab in the middle, illuminated by a series of lights glaring down upon the subject. Gigantic structures towered on either side of the slab, with strange curling coils and a blackened top, as if struck by lightning. A series of levers were located next to a makeshift desk, neat notes kept in a lab notebook left on top - and an eerie draft filtered in through the space. 

The body parts sewn together on the operating table were just as Franklin had left them, untouched save for his own ministrations. 

[hr][hr][center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/01989755-dcbb-757d-abd0-fb53f7f9c333.webp[/img][hr][COLOR=9A5B8A]Location:[/color] the Dungeons -> Lab IX
[COLOR=9A5B8A]Grimoire:[/color] N/A
[COLOR=9A5B8A]Skills:[/color] N/A
[COLOR=9A5B8A]Wild Magic Build Up:[/color] triggers on a 1
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Jake was both pleased and displeased. He was happy that some people were taking his warning seriously - that Cassie thought he was right and the others needed to be warned. He didn’t like it though that they were going to wait to tell Nicky and Cal and Willow. He wanted to tell them right away, wanted to keep them safe and make sure everyone stayed together. He didn’t know what a horror movie was, but if it was another reason to stay together, then he’d do his best to protect them from horror movies, too! He scrunched up his face, trying to calm himself - he knew he didn’t have to listen to Rohan, but he wanted to help people, and if being jittery was going to make that hard to do, he was going to try his best! 

He muttered another one of the mantras under his breath as they walked from the dungeon back to Frankie’s lab, and once everyone was securely inside, it felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. They could hide in here forever if they needed to - and the others could come and join them! Frankie had tons of supplies and he was very smart, so he could keep everyone safe. Nothing could come and hurt them in the lab. It was a place for fun and play - nothing as dreary or sad as the dungeon. 

[COLOR=9A5B8A]“Are you sure we have to wait to tell everyone?”[/color] Jake whimpered softly. [COLOR=9A5B8A]“Wouldn’t it be so much more fun if everyone worked on the body together? And we were all safe and sound and in this room where nothing bad could happen? I can’t keep everyone safe if they’re in different spots, I can’t be everywhere - or… maybe I can! Cassie do you think we have a spell for that? Is that in one of the letters the professor left for us - the one where he was very happy to be on vacation with his husband?”[/color] That could work. If there were more of him, he could keep more people safe!