Elizabeth goes over to the factory, looking for some sort of subtle entrance. Unfortunately, there doesn't seem to be one. There's only a door. She pulls on it, and nothing happens. She pushes it. It opens. Sweet.
She goes right into the factory, hoping she doesn't attract too much attention. Maybe the others have gone inside and-
Suddenly, she finds herself face-to-face with the chemically burned guy. His sunken eyes narrow at the sight of her.
"What're you doing in here, lady? And where's your druggie friends?"Hm. Er... ah. Elizabeth is about to come up with a perfectly plausible explanation, but then there's a sudden, unusually avant-garde musical echo through the factory. The burned man is quite distracted by it from the looks of it.
Meanwhile, three floors higher, mass destruction is about to happen!
Larry, having coached
Halesey on proper casting procedure, assumes the same posture as his student. They look at each other, nod and begin, with Larry performing a leaping, spinning flourish, thrusting his palms out toward the door in sync with Halesey doing much the same to the best of his ability.
[Halesey's affinity roll: 2+
1+
3-1]
Larry's training appears to have paid off, as just when they both simultaneously and identically perform the magical jazz hands required for optimum casting, a large sphere of assorted things - old ukeleles, drums, violins, synthesizers and xylophones, among other things - emanates from Halesey's palms, rapidly flying into the locked door and exploding in a manner both violent and symphonic - the debris from the wall and the door as well as the various instrument components fly inward, hitting one another, the walls and the floor in a rhythmic, almost melodic fashion.
Why, it's almost enough to distract both of them from the fact that the door (as well as a good section of wall around it) is gone, revealing a hallway leading to rows of offices. Curiously enough, the two men can see what appear to be distant orange and green lights in the somewhat darkened area.
Quite far away indeed,
Kat gets dressed and goes to find an abandoned balcony. Regrettably, though, all the other apartments on this floor are quite locked, so she just steps onto her own balcony. Not like anyone will mind, she guesses. She aims her hand outward and tries some magic.
[Kat's affinity roll: 1-->5]
However, nothing really happens when she flicks her wrist and wills magic to come into existence. This, she thinks, is most unsatisfying.
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