Betrayal at House on the Hill

[angelcage]

[ You sleep, the ground cold beneath your cheek. The ground is hard as stone, cold marble beneath a fine layer of dust that doesn't come anywhere near acting as a cushion. The dust stirs with your breathing.


>> Wake up ]

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[court_chesster]

[First he'll pick up the jump rope and medical tape, slipping them under his puffy clown top. Those have got to be useful, right? Then he'll go to check out the lockers. What kind of lock is on the unopened one?]

[angelcage]

[ It's a combination lock with a spin dial.

One that's spinning itself to open now, almost the exact instant that Simon lays eyes on it. ]

[court_chesster]

[Of course it does. He watches it, ready to flee or strangle something with a jump rope, whichever is more relevant.]

[angelcage]

[ It swings open, docile, to reveal a battered ring with an incomprehensible inscription. ]

[court_chesster]

[Picks it up, using his sleeve so as not to touch it directly. SIMON'S NOW.]

[angelcage]

[ Even without direct contact, it somehow gives off the aura of power. Undirected, but yours, now. ]

[court_chesster]

[Okay, I like this ring. Putting it on his finger for safekeeping and heading for the next door.]

[angelcage]

[ There's an electric jolt through him— like a static charge, but pleasant. The world is clearer, crisper. The world he sees in front of him has a certain three-dimensionality, like he's not just viewing it with his eyes but his thoughts too press on the room, feeling out its contours.

He heads to the Operating Lab ]