Eta decides to heed Bart's advice and begins to retreat while increasingly loquacious rambling spills out of her worried mouth, its connection with the brain fading as it goes on.
"Please! I implore you, sir, cease this at once! Any aggressive action on your part is wholly unnecessary and certainly not conductive to an enjoyable situation for any party! If you would just deign us with your desires and reasons for committing these deeds, I'm certain we could come to a manner of agreement beneficial to all involved! Please don't let your reduced inhibitions caused by your current state of inebriation lead you to any regrettable activities on your behalf!" she says, ducking into the hallway leading toward the first floor rooms.
Meanwhile,
THE DUNKER is pleased with the way this is working out.
"Hah! Distraction engaged!" he says, beginning to rapidly waddle away from the entrance.
[Finesse: Bart vs. THE DUNKER: 3 vs. 3-1]
[Bart's finesse roll: 5]
[THE DUNKER's body roll: 3-1]
However, his daring escape is interrupted by something, the sound of air parting behind him as an object, which Eta from her spot can clearly identify as a half-full whiskey bottle, rapidly arcs through the air, striking him across the back of the head with its glassy, fluid-filled mass before bouncing off and falling to the ground, all without breaking, followed by THE DUNKER himself plummeting right next to it, his brain having been shaken very unpleasantly by the impact. Though he does not lose consciousness, fortunately, he isn't quite sure he can get up from this, what with the world spinning like that before his eyes.
[Bart's finesse roll: 5]
Before the fat man has even hit the ground, Bart has already cleared half the way to the door, carefully grabbing the floating can and hurling it out of the open door, breathing a sigh of immense relief when it doesn't seem to explode at any step of the way.
* * * * *
John, after speaking with Luz and making sure she's alright, takes off his doctor gear and puts it back on the mannequin, then heads back out into the main chamber with her and tries another door, suspecting already that what he might find will not be to his liking.
This time, though, it appears to be another one of the void rooms, complete with the inspectocow, who seems to be filling out a bit of paperwork at a small desk, all six of its limbs wielding absurdly large quill pens of bureaucracy. As John and Luz stare at it for a moment, it looks back, its thirteen eyes flashing.
"Out already? Quite the revolving door justice system this is," it says amusedly.
"Fuck you," Luz says simply, looking at it with intense hatred.
"You'd better watch your language, milady! Using profanity in the presence of a law enforcement officer. I may not be on active duty right now, but you are sorely tempting me to take measures here," it answers back in a joking tone.
* * * * *
Dave chooses to get over his disappointment about his new minions leaving so soon by conjuring up a bit of a storm.
[Dave's affinity roll: 4]
Underwear all around him begins to stir, and a small storm of it quickly forms. Dave, rather appreciative, decides to increase it in-
[? vs. Dave: 3 vs. 6-1-
1]
He notices something tugging at his pig leg, but it seems to be very successfully struggling back, fortunately! If he didn't know any better, he'd say the earth itself was rebelling against him!
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