"Wait. I'll go first to see if it works on me or not since we already know it affects you." Jim leads the way back with Milno in tow to rescue the others, starting with the one closest to the door.
"Jim, we got to go back there, the rest of the idiots is going unconscious. You stay some feet behind me so we can check the threshold of the numbing effect."
Move cautiously towards the clearing and stay some good steps away from the its limits, with Jim in tow.
Milno and Jim make sprint back to the clearing and make it there just in time to see Thomas stumble out and fall to the ground. Milno hangs back while jim takes a few wary steps into the clearing.
Jim manages 4 steps in before he feels exhaustion set in, feels muscles he doesn't have grow tired and weak. And then they both notice June standing over Faith, holding a monoatomic razor.
"Damn it... I need help.Thomas says into the radio, struggling to make it across the few remaining feet.
[Will:5] You pull yourself up, banishing the weakness in your body, and manage to half stumble, half fall your way out of the clearing as Milno and Jim run up. You lay there a minute as feeling comes back to your limbs and your mind clears. Whew.
"Uhm... can't sleep, clown will eat me... I... I think these statues have something to do with these names and dates. I think... we might be becoming statues..."
Pick up the device and examine it closer. If I think it's causing our exhaustion, try to stop it somehow. Destroy it if necessary.
[Will:5] You grab the thing next the stone and examine it. It's an electronic device of some kind. [Int:1+1] You have no idea what it might be or do.
[will:4] You manage to stop the exhaustion from overwhelming you but it continues to creep in, little by little.
"No, no, no, nooo..."
Attempt to drag self away from black stone.
You can barely move, barely find the will to move, and manage only to fall on to your stomach and drag yourself a few feet before something grabs your shoulder and rolls you on to your back. June is standing over you, holding a monoatomic razor, her blank faceplate reflecting your weak struggling as she draws the razor back. It's the last thing you see before you fall asleep.