fh_dungeon | Twisting Paths of the Dungeon, Somewhere, Thursday

Twisting Paths of the Dungeon, Somewhere, Thursday

The pathways of the dungeon had changed overnight. Anyone who had stayed in a room beyond their welcome had found themselves booted out back onto the hallways that belonged to their camp and feeling pressed down by the sudden increase in gravity. The doors of yesterday had closed. Other doors had now opened.

And other routes.

[ pathways | gremlins | space battles | room of the past | flooded room | free space | strange vault | ooc NOTE: room doors not belonging to your camp will lock when you enter. so please designate whether you're from camp 1 or the joint camp 2/ camp 3 ]

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There was a man in full body-armor openly staring at her from just a few feet away. Well, staring. His helmet was facing her way, that was what, so it was an easy assumption to make.

Jessica waved. "I know what you're thinking. The sweater vest is genuine argyle," she said. "I know, it's kind of fancy for a place like this, but it's laundry day."

"What are you doing here."

Well. That was flat. And hostile. Though at least the bounty hunter gave the sweater vest some visual attention?

"Eating food, drinking drinks, attracting the wrong kind of attention, apparently," Jessica said. "Oh, and cracking wise. You can't forget that one. It's kind of my trademark. There's plenty of room at the table if you want to join me for any of that."

Oh, Jessica. The armored guy actually took her up on that, marching over and sitting down like he was hoping for a friendly chat.

Spoiler: he wasn't.

"Oh. I was just trying to be polite, but hey, whatever works," Jessica said. "You can help me pass some time."

"That's not a pickup line, by the way. Just so that's clear."

The bounty hunter leaned over casually. And, whoops, was that a blaster in his hand? "Give me everything in your pockets."

"Funny thing about that. I'm wearing my jammies. They don't even have pockets," Jessica said, putting her hands on the table. She had plenty of options available to her, even at close range. Thanks, spider-powers. "So technically speaking, you could say that I'm cooperating fully."

"Then I'll take the sweater vest."

Oh, yes. He went there. While gesturing with his blaster.

Jessica sighed and flexed a few fingers. She shot a web at his helmet's visor to blind him and another at the blaster to try to yank that away from him.

"What the--"

The blaster flew right out of his grip. Which was probably a good thing, as his hands shot for his visor by instinct, scratching at whatever was on there.

With a blaster, that would've ended badly.

Jessica shot a few more webs at the helmet. A couple to try to stick his hands to the helmet, because that would be funny. A webline to try to pull his head onto the table, and one more to stick the helmet to the table. "I want you to think about what you've done, you creepy, creepy person," she said while firing and hopefully hitting. Or else she'd be scaring the crap out of the people behind the bounty hunter. "I mean, I'm not a girl gone wild. And I'm a minor."

It was safe to say this bounty hunter really hadn't seen this coming. And was incredibly confused as to why he couldn't just wrench himself loose from the table. "You--! I will find you!"

Stuck. To a table. Somehow. It would be the most doggedly plank-headed manhunt ever.

"Shh. Heads down, lights out means it's quiet time," Jessica said, rapping on the helmet for emphasis. "And if you keep trying to threaten me, I'm going to steal your pants. Both to shame you even more, and because my jammies are just filthy by this point. So don't tempt me."

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