Welcome.

[trustfelling]

You don't remember how you got here. It may be one of the first things to occur to you when you wake up, that you don't know when you got here, what you were doing involved nothing like this; granted, it's also possible that it doesn't matter – that whatever circumstances you last remember have nothing on the fact that this bed is really comfortable and the room around you is gently-lit. It's warm, but it's nowhere near where you're supposed to be. Whatever you think of it, the fact is that you can't stay there forever; there's a silver key resting on that trunk near your bed, and you might want to take it on the way out. It's no big deal if you don't, exactly – it won't lock automatically after you close the door, that has to be done manually – but it'll probably become clear that privacy is a commodity in a place like this. After all, you aren't alone; the hallway is likely quick to become populated with other people that are just as confused as you are. Go ahead and talk to them if you'd like; none of you will know exactly how you got to the building with the wooden walls and the odd windows that no one can see through, but that doesn't mean you can't get to know each other on the way to...wherever it is that you're going. Wander long enough and you may hear the chiming of a clock nearby. It's hard to tell whether it's telling you it's very early or very late at night, but checking out the room it's in eventually might be a good idea regardless; it's large and open, designed to accommodate social gatherings from the look of it, with the clock in question mounted against the western wall. It isn't the only thing here, though – there's a large frame set into the wall nearby, and it contains some information that might be relevant to your interests... Or perhaps your attention is drawn instead to the other framed information nearby; don't worry if you miss it in here, though. It's posted in every other room in the building. There's also the matter of the large double-doors at the end of the room; they aren't going to open, regardless of what you do. Looks like you're trapped here for the time being. Might as well see who's here with you, right?

Comments

[flagitate]

We're still here, aren't we?

[bluemeanie]

Point. I'm trying to find any part of this place that feels a bit vulnerable, but it seems like....well. Whoever left us here was thorough.

[flagitate]

Wouldn't be fun for whoever brought is here if it were easy to leave.

[bluemeanie]

Once again, their definition of 'fun' seems skewed.

[flagitate]

Some people get their kicks hunting. Baking bread. Making weapons. Forcing people to murder each other.

[bluemeanie]

This is on an entirely different scale.

[flagitate]

I guess.

So we just have to get out of here, right? Easy. [ Easy. Sure. ]

[bluemeanie]

We just need to find some sort of exploit. Once we find that, we can strike.

[flagitate]

Sure, if whoever did this is really that careless.

[bluemeanie]

If there isn't one, we make one.

[flagitate]

And how do you propose we do that?

[bluemeanie]

["I'm going to blow this place the fuck up."]

Someone here is bound to have something that can damage the structure of the building.

[flagitate]

[ dude. ]

Explosives. I saw a storage closet over there. [ Gesturing toward it. ]

[bluemeanie]

[...dude.]

...Come with me. [Just starts walking off in a frenzy towards the storage closet. He doesn't actually turn back to see if she's following or not.]

[flagitate]

[ Well, that sure is a thing. Katniss follows him, then stops in front of the closet. ]

It's here.

[bluemeanie]

[Aaaand he heads inside. He takes note of everything - fairly standard, if nothing else. Walt knows where he'll need to go if things go south. He needs a second to ponder everything, but possibilities are already sticking out to him.]

WD-40. [He inspects the can.] We could use this.

[flagitate]

[ She's never seen WD-40 before, but she pulls one of the cans out of the box and inspects it. Welp.

She replaces it and digs through some more boxes, producing matches. ]

I'm not getting near this when you do it. [ Since she has enough Mysterious Burns as it is. ]

[bluemeanie]

Basic spray lubricant. They advertise it as having "1,000 uses".

[Walt muses over it, lifting it up to his eyes and adjusting his eyeglasses.]

If we can find some way to set it on fire or...strike it with a harsh amount of force. Even if we can empty it out to the point where it's just spraying air...

[He waves his hands around and makes like a little explosion noise with his mouth. "Puuuuuuuuhhh."]

[flagitate]

1,000 uses.

[ ... She's starting to rethink this. ]

Yeah, sure. It might work. It might also end in us blowing ourselves up.

[bluemeanie]

We could also blow up the wall in the process.

[KATNISS YOU CAN'T BACK OUT NOW.]

Alright, if that's not to your taste, what if - we could always...yes, we'll light a flame in front of it. The spray combined with the aerosol. Extremely flammable. We have a very basic flamethrower right there. The flames will reach maybe - 3 feet? That's enough, concentrated long enough in one area, to expose some sort of weakness in the structure of the building.

What's more. [Walt digs through the boxes, pulling out another can.] He's provided us with multiple cans. So, say he tries to stop us. The two of us. We're just two people, but there's enough here that we can surprise him, if we are to band together. There is no possible way that he can stop thirty people with flamethrowers.

[flagitate]

I'm not risking my life for a "could."

[ not when she has a little sister with a death sentence hanging over her head

also what the fuck, walter, are you okay ]

So. We just convince everyone to do this, and when he shows up--what?

[bluemeanie]

[a beat.]

We'll have flamethrowers when he does.

[flagitate]

So you want to set him on fire.

[bluemeanie]

What I want is to get out of here.

[flagitate]

Sure. As long as we don't blow ourselves up doing it.

[ She... might be on board?? ]