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[~Neri]

"Hoy"

"I assume you're from bay12? I haven't the slightest idea where we are."

Tiruin blinked in surprise.

How'd he know I'm from B12-Ohey that's Kevak! Wait what. Must be how he remembers me... I wonder how to leap with dream logic... ...

Either way, the response made her smile.
"Yep, I am. Nice to see you here. I guess you came from the train too? Anything you've found?"

"Correct. I don't know what the point of the train was though."

"As for stuff found, A room with golems made of trash, an eldritch horror masquerading as an illusory dance floor, a room full of bees, a machine that turns people into random animals, some room full of fog, and a room filled to the brim with spiders."

"I'm Kevak by the way. Or Neri. Depends on my mood. Just arbitrarily pick one of them."

[McDonald]

McDonald falls and lets out a short scream, before dragging himself forward, slowly.

[armach]

Armach curses under his breath and tries to escape the forming ring.

[WillowLuman]

Attempt to see what the hell is shooting at me.

You poke your head out for just a second, and see flowers from the bunch that drifted down spinning, closing, then launching themselves towards you. All this you see before you take cover again.

McDonald falls and lets out a short scream, before dragging himself forward, slowly.

Fortunately, the plants don't seem very fast, so you seem to be maintaining a constant distance as you crawl for your life. You can see a gap in the trees, probably a downwards slope just a few yards ahead. Sliding down that would give you a quick lead.

Fallacy sighs.

"This is going to be a pain, isn't it."

"Most likely correct. Well..."

"Let's get to it. I'm pretty sure that you can feel pain. Let's try to make this quick."

Both Fallacy and the duplicate raise the pistol towards each other, firing.

(Now we're both stuck waiting for a response from Arc)

Your ears still ring as you open your eyes, seeing new surroundings. It looks like another underground concrete room, with cheap cardboard cutouts of jungle plants spread around. HugoLuman and Arcvasticat and on the floor next to each other, both looking like they could use some medical attention. You see some of the others around the room, standing about in a daze.

Armach curses under his breath and tries to escape the forming ring.

You make a valiant attempt, but the tree-roots cheap-shot you, tripping you up (you're fairly sure they moved). In moments, the ground slides open beneath you, and you fall. Fortunately, you land on something soft, finding yourself in some dark space lit by the holes above, but someone nearby shouts "Oh, fuck!"

[Twinwolf]

Stay where I am until one of Four conditions is met: The flowers disperse, they begin moving closer, my cover is destroyed, or something else renders staying where I am suicidal.

[FallacyofUrist]

"Um... hello? Are you all right?"

Fallacy looms over HugoLuman.

Edit:
"Ow... ow... my ear."

Fallacy feels at his ear using his hand.

[McDonald]

McDonald scrambles to the opening and looks what's actually there.

[Twinwolf]

((I wonder, would you be able to snap the dazed ones out of it without us having to kill our doubles?))

[FallacyofUrist]

((Maybe. Let's find out.))

FallacyofUrist stands, then walks over to one of the entranced people. Faceslaps are applied. This may not be a good idea.

[WillowLuman]

((All well and good but we're caught in a time warp while waiting for Arcvasti to reply to my earlier post.))

((I'll post my confrontation later, it's written up but I don't want to affect how the others handle theirs. If you want, though, I can pm it to you.))
((I'm realizing my coat would probably tell a lot to anyone with a good enough nose. I keep it very clean, but I don't really wash it, instead removing individual stains and blemishes as they happen.))

HugoLuman sank to his knees, suddenly finding himself back on cold, hard concrete. "...shit." Blood streaked his face from the gash on his left cheek, and he grasped the wound on his shoulder that had his right arm hanging limp. He looks down and sees Arcvasti-cat. "Well, at least you're..." he surveys the scabbed-over wounds "..alive." He breathes deeply a few times, groans, and winces, barely holding himself up on his knees by leaning on his axe, then with some effort assumes a cross-legged sitting position, setting the axe down. "Did you also see something really screwed up in there?"

[FallacyofUrist]

((Time twist intensify! Now we wait. Out of curiosity, could you show me the rolls that led to my duplicate's insta-death?))

[WillowLuman]

Stay where I am until one of Four conditions is met: The flowers disperse, they begin moving closer, my cover is destroyed, or something else renders staying where I am suicidal.

More flowers drop down from the canopy on either side of you.

Fallacy feels at his ear using his hand.

You feel something warm and hot running down the side of your head, and you hand comes away bloody.

[Twinwolf]

Ah hell no. RUN THE HELL AWAY. Try to keep trees between me and the flowers as much as I can.

[FallacyofUrist]

"Blast it. Agh..."

Fallacy looks at the entranced people to determine who is most likely to have medical supplies, then slaps that person silly.

[Tiruin]

"Correct. I don't know what the point of the train was though."

"As for stuff found, A room with golems made of trash, an eldritch horror masquerading as an illusory dance floor, a room full of bees, a machine that turns people into random animals, some room full of fog, and a room filled to the brim with spiders."

"I'm Kevak by the way. Or Neri. Depends on my mood. Just arbitrarily pick one of them."

...Yep, totally a dream. I'm free to adventure.

"I'm Tiruin. You can call me by the nametag on my sleeve."

She thanks Kevak and nudges him on one idea.

"If one had any plans for doing a lot better--I suppose one would meet up with others right? Saw anyone lately? And to face any of these, we need tools--know where we can find anything? Seems like a dungeon-sort of RPG here. I have six nice shots to deter any foe at range. I'll let you choose, dear. Because I've no idea what to do."

Neri shall choose what I do with him currently.