((Zeek equipped Coffee Pot and pocketed a door weight.))
((Iden equipped Shower Rod and pocketed a letter opener.))
((Alistair equipped a coffee pot and pocketed a door weight.))
All that anyone found inside the closets, unfortunately, were coat hangers. Which would be useful and fine, except the situation demanded something a little heavier than unwrinkled clothes at the moment. It might also make a nice place to hide if things got too hot, though.
Alistair took a few cautionary steps outside of his room... Nobody around. He could see down over the second floor balcony into the pool area, which was sparse and empty. It looked like there was a long stretch of poorly tended land past that, which did not seem to be overly populated. His room was right by the stair well, so it would be only a simple turn to move down into the main lobby. Almost like a warning, however, the flashes reoccurred along with the headaches. He could sense people in the lobby... Doing what, he had no idea. Possibly they were ignorant of the situation and needed to be told that there was a mad gunman on the loose? Or perhaps one of them was the gunman himself...
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Objective: Head to the Main Lobby.
DIRECTIONS: Zeek is downstairs in room 110. A door opens up into the first floor hallway. Iden is upstairs in room 202. From here he can move into the second floor hallway. Alistair is at the second floor hallway. From here he can descend into the main lobby or move into rooms 202 or 210.
No players are together. No player is detected by shibito.
Zeek O'Reily: 10/10 Vitality
Iden McGrubbs: 10/10 Vitality
Alistair Charlie Lorcain: 10/10 Vitality
Iden detects only Alistair. Zeek detects two figures nearby....
Unidentified Figure?
Unidentified Figure?
Alistair detects two figures nearby, as well as Iden....
Unidentified Figure?
Unidentified Figure?
Operating Area: Motel
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Blood pounded in Alistair's head as the visions appeared once more. There were people in the lobby; two individuals, though he couldn't tell who they were or what they were doing. He rubbed at his temple with his free hand, hoping to quell the oncoming headache. He swallowed back the bile that rose up in his throat.
"Ugh," he said softly. "What the hell is going on?"
The two people in the lobby. Did they know what was going on? Did they know about the gunmen? He stepped through the door and closed it softly behind him. He wad to warn them before they ran into the murderer.
Wait, he paused. Maybe they're with the murderer.
The thought caused him to pause where he was, standing on balcony and overlooking the pool area. He gripped the coffee pot tightly, unsure of what to do. He hesitated, glancing around, but his decision was made for him as one of the doors behind him swung open. Alistair spun around, raising his improvised weapon with the intent to strike.
"Come on out of there," Alistair whispered fiercely. "Or else I'll smash this pot over your head. I don't know what the hell is going on in this damn motel, but there is no way I'm getting shot by some freak with a paintbrush."
[Softly call out to/threaten Iden]
"Ugh," he said softly. "What the hell is going on?"
The two people in the lobby. Did they know what was going on? Did they know about the gunmen? He stepped through the door and closed it softly behind him. He wad to warn them before they ran into the murderer.
Wait, he paused. Maybe they're with the murderer.
The thought caused him to pause where he was, standing on balcony and overlooking the pool area. He gripped the coffee pot tightly, unsure of what to do. He hesitated, glancing around, but his decision was made for him as one of the doors behind him swung open. Alistair spun around, raising his improvised weapon with the intent to strike.
"Come on out of there," Alistair whispered fiercely. "Or else I'll smash this pot over your head. I don't know what the hell is going on in this damn motel, but there is no way I'm getting shot by some freak with a paintbrush."
[Softly call out to/threaten Iden]
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Iden left his room, and noticed a rather well-built man whispering with a rather tenacious tone. "Why you... I would've"- something stopped him midway. Did the other person just say freak with a paintbrush? Was he... related to the crazed gunman in that vision earlier? Choosing to adopt a non-aggressive stance, he walked out calmly.
"Freak with a paintbrush?" He called out. "Getting shot? You saw the crazed gunman too?" Iden wasn't exactly sure whether the other person was related to the murderer at all. He gripped the shower rod with his right hand and reached for the pocket knife with the other, but not drawing it out.
"I don't know who you are, but I won't be hostile if you do the same." He called back out to the coffee pot wielding man. "Besides, if I had the gun you would've been dead now."
((Reply to Alistair, non-aggression stance but ready to defend if attacked))
"Freak with a paintbrush?" He called out. "Getting shot? You saw the crazed gunman too?" Iden wasn't exactly sure whether the other person was related to the murderer at all. He gripped the shower rod with his right hand and reached for the pocket knife with the other, but not drawing it out.
"I don't know who you are, but I won't be hostile if you do the same." He called back out to the coffee pot wielding man. "Besides, if I had the gun you would've been dead now."
((Reply to Alistair, non-aggression stance but ready to defend if attacked))
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Zeek looked at the coat hangers, and let out a heavy sigh as he turned away from the closet. Not really finding anything else of interest in the room, he thought to himself on where he should begin his investigation. he new there was someone near by, but since he couldnt deduce wether they were friend or foe he had to take his time and take caution into account. Zeek slowly motioned towards the door of the room, and slowly reached for the handle.
opening it carefully, zeek peered out and kept listen for anything in the area, pot held handy.
((open door)
((check outside))
((use caution and ready pot))
opening it carefully, zeek peered out and kept listen for anything in the area, pot held handy.
((open door)
((check outside))
((use caution and ready pot))
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Iden and Alistair, despite their aggressive threats towards each other, realized that there would be no need for mutual violence as neither of them appeared to share the grisly appearance or lackadaisical voice of the artist they'd seen earlier in the vision. They could work together now, even if it was a grudging partnership.
Peeking outside, Zeek saw no one outside in the hall. As he stepped out further, he noticed that the lobby seemed to be in an odd state of disarray, although he couldn't make out why from such a long distance, being near the end of the hall. Spotting around, he noticed a fire extinguisher on the wall just outside his room and a flower vase behind him on a small table. Alarmingly, he took in a discouraging fact: one of the doors, 106, was opened with a sort of whimsical humming coming from inside. It could just be coincidence, but it seemed as though it would be awfully dangerous to act on that assumption.
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DIRECTIONS: Zeek is downstairs in the 1st floor hallway. From there he may enter room 110, 106, or the lobby. Iden and Alistair are now together at the second floor hallway. From here they can descend into the main lobby or move into rooms 202 or 210.
Iden and Alistair are together. No player is detected by shibito.
Zeek O'Reily: 10/10 Vitality
Iden McGrubbs: 10/10 Vitality
Alistair Charlie Lorcain: 10/10 Vitality
Zeek detects two figures in Room 106 nearby, as well as the two figures in the lobby....
Unidentified Figure?
Unidentified Figure?
Alistair and Iden each detect each other and two figures downstairs....
Unidentified Figure?
Unidentified Figure?
Peeking outside, Zeek saw no one outside in the hall. As he stepped out further, he noticed that the lobby seemed to be in an odd state of disarray, although he couldn't make out why from such a long distance, being near the end of the hall. Spotting around, he noticed a fire extinguisher on the wall just outside his room and a flower vase behind him on a small table. Alarmingly, he took in a discouraging fact: one of the doors, 106, was opened with a sort of whimsical humming coming from inside. It could just be coincidence, but it seemed as though it would be awfully dangerous to act on that assumption.
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DIRECTIONS: Zeek is downstairs in the 1st floor hallway. From there he may enter room 110, 106, or the lobby. Iden and Alistair are now together at the second floor hallway. From here they can descend into the main lobby or move into rooms 202 or 210.
Iden and Alistair are together. No player is detected by shibito.
Zeek O'Reily: 10/10 Vitality
Iden McGrubbs: 10/10 Vitality
Alistair Charlie Lorcain: 10/10 Vitality
Zeek detects two figures in Room 106 nearby, as well as the two figures in the lobby....
Unidentified Figure?
Unidentified Figure?
Alistair and Iden each detect each other and two figures downstairs....
Unidentified Figure?
Unidentified Figure?
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looking at the fire extinguisher, then the coffee pot he held in his hands an obvious choice had to be made. Placing the coffee pot on the ground, zeek moved over to the red tank and picked it up into his hands. Wether it was as a blunt object, or to fire off at something, all in all it would be more efective then the pot to say the least. it was definitely a more comforting feeling having it, instead of a coffee pot, this was something zeek was certain about.
Nnnngh
As the cop held the tank in his hands, his head began to get a sharp pain. he couldn't quite explain it, but the feeling was definitely not something he was used to. Slowly it felt like he was spinning, as his vision began to fade. It seemed as though zeek was going into some kind of trance. His mind was only focusing on one thing at this point; What was going on in room 106, and should he be wary of it.
((drop coffer pot))
((get fire extinguisher))
((initiate sight-jacking on resident of room 106))
Nnnngh
As the cop held the tank in his hands, his head began to get a sharp pain. he couldn't quite explain it, but the feeling was definitely not something he was used to. Slowly it felt like he was spinning, as his vision began to fade. It seemed as though zeek was going into some kind of trance. His mind was only focusing on one thing at this point; What was going on in room 106, and should he be wary of it.
((drop coffer pot))
((get fire extinguisher))
((initiate sight-jacking on resident of room 106))
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"That sounds reasonable enough," Alistair agreed as he lowered the coffee pot. "And you don't seem crazy."
The man glanced back at the stairs, remembering the two figures he had sensed in the lobby. If this guy wasn't insane, maybe the two people downstairs weren't either. However, what if they were? He didn't want to head into the lobby just to be shot, but there was no way to be sure who's side anyone was on. Or was there...?
"Hey...Um, what's your name? Look, I know this is going to sound a little crazy, but when I woke up this morning I had a strange, uh, vision I suppose. I saw a man with a gun shoot some woman. I would have dismissed it as a dream, but I am almost certain that it was a gunshot that woke me up. And then, when I walked out of my room, I had a second vision. There are two people standing in the lobby, but I don't know if they're nuts like the gunman or just innocent bystanders. But, I think I might be able to find out. Cover me for a bit, will you?"
Alistair turned toward the stairs and settled down to one knee just shy of the first step. He closed his eyes and focused on the people in the lobby. He had experienced two of these visions before. They had both come suddenly and unbidden, but there was nothing to say that he couldn't force one. He focused his mind, willing himself to see through the eyes of one of the people standing in the lobby. His stomach clenched and bile worked its way up his throat. His head began to pound and he could feel a monster migraine forming. He opened his eyes, not knowing what he would see.
[Attempt sight-jacking of one of the figures in the lobby.]
[Spot check while sight-jacked]
The man glanced back at the stairs, remembering the two figures he had sensed in the lobby. If this guy wasn't insane, maybe the two people downstairs weren't either. However, what if they were? He didn't want to head into the lobby just to be shot, but there was no way to be sure who's side anyone was on. Or was there...?
"Hey...Um, what's your name? Look, I know this is going to sound a little crazy, but when I woke up this morning I had a strange, uh, vision I suppose. I saw a man with a gun shoot some woman. I would have dismissed it as a dream, but I am almost certain that it was a gunshot that woke me up. And then, when I walked out of my room, I had a second vision. There are two people standing in the lobby, but I don't know if they're nuts like the gunman or just innocent bystanders. But, I think I might be able to find out. Cover me for a bit, will you?"
Alistair turned toward the stairs and settled down to one knee just shy of the first step. He closed his eyes and focused on the people in the lobby. He had experienced two of these visions before. They had both come suddenly and unbidden, but there was nothing to say that he couldn't force one. He focused his mind, willing himself to see through the eyes of one of the people standing in the lobby. His stomach clenched and bile worked its way up his throat. His head began to pound and he could feel a monster migraine forming. He opened his eyes, not knowing what he would see.
[Attempt sight-jacking of one of the figures in the lobby.]
[Spot check while sight-jacked]
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"Tch. I've been in crazy places, but that doesn't make -me- crazy." The journalist said as he lowered his metal rod. Jesus christ, was he seriously going to bonk the murderer's head with nothing but a friggin COFFEE POT?
Any weapon's better than none, he thought. Next thing Iden knew was that the guy started babbling. Iden didn't exactly pay attention, since it was more or less the same thing he saw in the vision himself. Still, something weird's going on. If there was a gunshot sound, why wasn't anyone panicking, or even evacuating this area? The air felt tense. Suffocating, even.
Iden steeled himself. [i]This is no time to be panicking, damn it![/B] He yelled in his mind as the other person suddenly started closing his eyes and reopened them, except he look... blank. There was a visible expression of some bearable pain, but his face was concealing it. Iden waved his hand across the coffee pot-wielding ally.
"Jesus, tell me when you're gonna do this next time." He mumbled to himself as he stayed in the lobby, checking from all directions whether there was any hostile figures around.
((Spotcheck - Keep watch around Alistair))
Any weapon's better than none, he thought. Next thing Iden knew was that the guy started babbling. Iden didn't exactly pay attention, since it was more or less the same thing he saw in the vision himself. Still, something weird's going on. If there was a gunshot sound, why wasn't anyone panicking, or even evacuating this area? The air felt tense. Suffocating, even.
Iden steeled himself. [i]This is no time to be panicking, damn it![/B] He yelled in his mind as the other person suddenly started closing his eyes and reopened them, except he look... blank. There was a visible expression of some bearable pain, but his face was concealing it. Iden waved his hand across the coffee pot-wielding ally.
"Jesus, tell me when you're gonna do this next time." He mumbled to himself as he stayed in the lobby, checking from all directions whether there was any hostile figures around.
((Spotcheck - Keep watch around Alistair))
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((Zeek dropped Coffee Pot, picked up Fire Extinguisher))
As Iden kept watch, it luckily seemed to be all clear upstairs. Nothing was rustling or creating any sense of chaos.
Unfortunately, the matter was far different for Alistair. Forcing himself into another vision, he entered the head of one of the figures occupying the first floor lobby. He barely recognized the lobby from when he'd checked in that morning, such a state of disarray it had been thrown into. Everything seemed not only bashed up, but also wet. Alistair had the vague sense that he was the one who had caused all of it... Only it wasn't him, it was the man whose eyes he was now behind.
The man was muttering something quietly to himself, rotating a mop in a giant circle upon the floor. The mop was wet but there was no method; in fact, he seemed to be knocking things over carelessly as he moved. The worst part was that the blood red film was covering the man's eyes, clearly giving a bad signal as to his status as a sane human being. As if all of that weren't enough, a second man could be seen in the room, a black man in a sharp suit who was fixing up a picture on the wall that seemed to have gone crooked. His face wasn't visible, but a small hole in the back of his white suit had already leaked out a lot of blood. "Boss..." the man with the mop muttered, looking briefly at the one with the picture frame. When the boss did not reply, he went back to his mopping.
On another note, there seemed to be little of immediate interest to Alistair lying around the room that could be useful to him. He spotted an ashtray, the boss's framed painting, and a metal trophy lying at the boss's feet, but that was about it.
Zeek was having a similarly gruesome vision, jumping into the head of the man he recognized as the one wielding the gun in his earlier vision. "Needs more red... more red," the artist giggled, splashing what looked like blood liberally onto his easel and flailing his paintbrush across it. After he'd finished, the man put down the paintbrush, turning to the hallway Zeek recognized that he himself was now in. He stared at the hallway for a moment, giggling to himself and hoisting the gun up at eye level. Seeing that there was no movement, he turned back to his easel and began painting.
Taking a close look around the room as the image flooded into him, Zeek noticed a spare paintrbush and painting lying next to the artist. On the dresser by the bed, he also spotted a small box of handgun ammo and a torn-out page of some sort of diary, which was covered in scribbles that he could not interpret from where he was standing.
DIRECTIONS: Zeek is downstairs in the 1st floor hallway. From there he may enter room 110, 106, or the lobby. Iden and Alistair are now together at the second floor hallway. From here they can descend into the main lobby or move into rooms 202 or 210.
Iden and Alistair are together. No player is detected by shibito.
Zeek O'Reily: 10/10 Vitality
Iden McGrubbs: 10/10 Vitality
Alistair Charlie Lorcain: 10/10 Vitality
Zeek detects two figures in Room 106 nearby, as well as the two figures in the lobby....
"Boss" @ First Floor Lobby: 10/10 Vitality
Janitor @ First Floor Lobby: 10/10 Vitality
Alistair and Iden each detect each other and two figures downstairs....
Painter @ Room 106: 10/10 Vitality
Unidentified Figure?
As Iden kept watch, it luckily seemed to be all clear upstairs. Nothing was rustling or creating any sense of chaos.
Unfortunately, the matter was far different for Alistair. Forcing himself into another vision, he entered the head of one of the figures occupying the first floor lobby. He barely recognized the lobby from when he'd checked in that morning, such a state of disarray it had been thrown into. Everything seemed not only bashed up, but also wet. Alistair had the vague sense that he was the one who had caused all of it... Only it wasn't him, it was the man whose eyes he was now behind.
The man was muttering something quietly to himself, rotating a mop in a giant circle upon the floor. The mop was wet but there was no method; in fact, he seemed to be knocking things over carelessly as he moved. The worst part was that the blood red film was covering the man's eyes, clearly giving a bad signal as to his status as a sane human being. As if all of that weren't enough, a second man could be seen in the room, a black man in a sharp suit who was fixing up a picture on the wall that seemed to have gone crooked. His face wasn't visible, but a small hole in the back of his white suit had already leaked out a lot of blood. "Boss..." the man with the mop muttered, looking briefly at the one with the picture frame. When the boss did not reply, he went back to his mopping.
On another note, there seemed to be little of immediate interest to Alistair lying around the room that could be useful to him. He spotted an ashtray, the boss's framed painting, and a metal trophy lying at the boss's feet, but that was about it.
Zeek was having a similarly gruesome vision, jumping into the head of the man he recognized as the one wielding the gun in his earlier vision. "Needs more red... more red," the artist giggled, splashing what looked like blood liberally onto his easel and flailing his paintbrush across it. After he'd finished, the man put down the paintbrush, turning to the hallway Zeek recognized that he himself was now in. He stared at the hallway for a moment, giggling to himself and hoisting the gun up at eye level. Seeing that there was no movement, he turned back to his easel and began painting.
Taking a close look around the room as the image flooded into him, Zeek noticed a spare paintrbush and painting lying next to the artist. On the dresser by the bed, he also spotted a small box of handgun ammo and a torn-out page of some sort of diary, which was covered in scribbles that he could not interpret from where he was standing.
DIRECTIONS: Zeek is downstairs in the 1st floor hallway. From there he may enter room 110, 106, or the lobby. Iden and Alistair are now together at the second floor hallway. From here they can descend into the main lobby or move into rooms 202 or 210.
Iden and Alistair are together. No player is detected by shibito.
Zeek O'Reily: 10/10 Vitality
Iden McGrubbs: 10/10 Vitality
Alistair Charlie Lorcain: 10/10 Vitality
Zeek detects two figures in Room 106 nearby, as well as the two figures in the lobby....
"Boss" @ First Floor Lobby: 10/10 Vitality
Janitor @ First Floor Lobby: 10/10 Vitality
Alistair and Iden each detect each other and two figures downstairs....
Painter @ Room 106: 10/10 Vitality
Unidentified Figure?
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"Damn it," Alistair muttered as he shook his head to clear away the vision. He rubbed at the bridge of his nose with his free hands before glancing up at his newfound comrade. "So, your name? Things are probably going to get a little hectic soon and I can't keep calling you 'hey you' or 'Non-Loon'. You can call me Alistair."
The author pushed himself back up to his feet and tightened his grip on his improvised weapon while he waited for the man's response. He was going to need the man if he wanted to make it out of this motel with two more crazies lurking down stairs. If nothing else, the man would serve as a suitable distraction while he slipped away from the bloody-eyed freaks.
"Good," Alistair said once he learned the newcomer's name. "Now, you aren't going to like this, but you know those guys down there? I am pretty sure that they are just as crazy as the man with the gun. I was seeing things from the eyes of...Well, I suppose he's a janitor. There was a bloody film obscuring my vision, but the guy was mopping like it was nothing. And he was moving oddly, knocking stuff over and the whole room was a mess. I couldn't see the other guy's face, but it looked like he was shot in the back. It didn't bother him though. He was just standing there, trying to hang up a picture frame or something." He paused to let the reality of their predicament sink in. "If we want to get the hell out of here, we'll need to get past those two, and I don't know about you but I want out of this motel. They don't seem very observant, but I don't think we can sneak past them. I say we sneak up and knock them out. Once they are on the floor, then we can sort out what the hell is going on. You with me?"
Alistair waited a few moments before enacting his plan. If his companion followed him, then great. If not, he'd just have to make due with his coffee pot. He stepped slowly down the stairs, trying not to make a sound. He didn't want to alert the men downstairs until it was too late for them to act. He tightened his grip on the coffee pot, prepared to smash it down on the head of the janitor.
He hunkered down as he reached the bottom of the stairs, attempting to stay out of sight. He janitor was right in front of him. He stalked closer, raising the coffee pot above his head. He sprung up as he moved in range, swinging down with the pot in an attempt to bash in the janitor's skull.
God, I hope this works. He prayed silently.
[Sneak up to janitor]
[Attack janitor with coffee pot]
The author pushed himself back up to his feet and tightened his grip on his improvised weapon while he waited for the man's response. He was going to need the man if he wanted to make it out of this motel with two more crazies lurking down stairs. If nothing else, the man would serve as a suitable distraction while he slipped away from the bloody-eyed freaks.
"Good," Alistair said once he learned the newcomer's name. "Now, you aren't going to like this, but you know those guys down there? I am pretty sure that they are just as crazy as the man with the gun. I was seeing things from the eyes of...Well, I suppose he's a janitor. There was a bloody film obscuring my vision, but the guy was mopping like it was nothing. And he was moving oddly, knocking stuff over and the whole room was a mess. I couldn't see the other guy's face, but it looked like he was shot in the back. It didn't bother him though. He was just standing there, trying to hang up a picture frame or something." He paused to let the reality of their predicament sink in. "If we want to get the hell out of here, we'll need to get past those two, and I don't know about you but I want out of this motel. They don't seem very observant, but I don't think we can sneak past them. I say we sneak up and knock them out. Once they are on the floor, then we can sort out what the hell is going on. You with me?"
Alistair waited a few moments before enacting his plan. If his companion followed him, then great. If not, he'd just have to make due with his coffee pot. He stepped slowly down the stairs, trying not to make a sound. He didn't want to alert the men downstairs until it was too late for them to act. He tightened his grip on the coffee pot, prepared to smash it down on the head of the janitor.
He hunkered down as he reached the bottom of the stairs, attempting to stay out of sight. He janitor was right in front of him. He stalked closer, raising the coffee pot above his head. He sprung up as he moved in range, swinging down with the pot in an attempt to bash in the janitor's skull.
God, I hope this works. He prayed silently.
[Sneak up to janitor]
[Attack janitor with coffee pot]