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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 ]

Re: A Brass Door

Date: 2013-04-12 03:42 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] fh_dungeonfolk
"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.

Re: A Brass Door

Date: 2013-04-12 03:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] craftyladyparts.livejournal.com
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."

Re: A Brass Door

Date: 2013-04-12 03:52 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] fh_dungeonfolk
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.

Re: A Brass Door

Date: 2013-04-12 03:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] craftyladyparts.livejournal.com
"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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