Alright, what now? (IC)

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Alright, what now? (IC)

Though it’s been less than two hours since you woke up from last night’s fitful rest, everyone in the group seems exhausted to the point of needing a nap. Everyone except Darker, that is, who immediately busies himself with trying to find a new way to get out of this predicament. He thinks for a while, filling both bathtubs and sinks with water as he does so, and eventually seems to conclude that cutting through the walls may be a better idea than trying the stairwell again. He spends some time thumping, looking for hollow spots, and marks a few likely areas. He even tries thumping on the floor, but discovers to his chagrin that it is made of solid concrete.
Crimison and deadDMwalking don’t even try for productivity. Within minutes of being back, they’re hiding themselves from the world, sleeping or at least pretending to.
Talanall tries for sleep, but whether his head is pounding too hard or he’s kept awake by Darker or some other reason, sleep eludes him. In a fit of inspiration, he relocates to his and drumandfight’s original room for a while. Within twenty minutes, a noxious, burning rubber smell begins wafting through the rooms, despite the open window. Luckily, most everyone has crashed and is unaffected by it, but it does serve to give Darker something of a headache and it makes Talanall’s head feel even worse. Putting up with it does seem to pay off in the end, though. After roughly an hour’s worth of work, he returns with three table legs studded with large shards of broken window glass. Laying down next to Jeff with his head pounding, he shuts out the light by putting a pillow over his face and tries to retreat into sleep for a while.
After a time, Darker also settles down into a comfortable spot, figuring he’ll keep watch over the others until someone wakes him up. He nods off sometime later.
Sounds of the hotel’s monstrous habitation occasionally find you, even in sleep. Your rest is fitful, in some cases even tearful. Your dreams are not particularly kind to you. Scenes of Fixxxer’s bloody death, of Didge’s monstrous transformation, of seeing BoardRider flying over the guard rail and things far, far worse haunt your sleep. In the night, Jeff regains consciousness, realizing that he needs a trip to the bathroom fiercely. The bathroom is very dark without lights, but he’s relatively certain there’s blood in his urine. But he’s alive. It doesn’t take much for him to surrender back to sleep for a while.
Sometime later, consciousness intrudes, forcing you back to the real world. Darker is up first, but everyone is shortly behind him. Judging by the light outside, it’s now early evening, somewhere between 8pm and 10pm.

deadDMwalking
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Brett wakes up surprisingly refreshed. He climbs out of bed and feels his muscles. Minimal soreness. He finds one of the glasses and drinks as much water as he can get from the tap. "I'd like to go to my room. I could use a change of clothes. I have some snacks and bottled water there."

drumandfight
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Jeff's eyes flutter open at the sound of Brett's voice. He immediately pushes his hands to his eyes and temples and rubs in small circles, pulling himself up to a sitting position. He moves his jaw back and forth and is confident it isn't broken. His memories are fuzzy, but he is certain he dealt out a load of pain before succumbing to an uppercut from Hell itself. How he got back here is another story all together.

"Brett, what.." he squints and the pain on his features is evident, "the fuck happened, man? We are in the room. OK. We made it. But, we made it in the wrong direction."

He reaches for any water near him and takes a sip. Trying to look around and make a head count. "Grab Matt, man. I wanna get his shit talking out of the way for getting knocked on my ass before I start the day."

Darker

Darker looks into the room when he hears the conversation. However, he's set back by Jeff's question. He looks troubled by the inquiry but doesn't know how to answer it and its obvious that his silence means something.

deadDMwalking
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"We didn't all make it. Matt's gone." Brett emphasizes the world 'gone' slightly to indicate he means permanently.

drumandfight
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Jeff's painful but happy-to-be-alive grin drops from his face completely. He sits and stares at Brett like he just slapped him in the mouth. Tears well at the sides of his eyes and he grits his teeth. Turn it into fuel. That's all you can do now. Turn it into hate.

Slowly, and painfully he nods, clinching and unclinching his fists unthinkingly. He wipes his eyes and forces a sideways glance at KC. His eyes convey his empathy and the apology of someone who should have done more to save his friends.

"I.." He grits his teeth.

"I am going to kill all of those mother fuckers."

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Crimison opens her eyes after some restless sleep. She ignores the conversation around her before sitting up and walking over to the coffee machine. It takes her a few moments to realize why the light isn't going on. She feels better, physically anyway.
She walks into the other room and begins stripping one of the beds for fabric. She dips one of the scraps into the filled sink in the bathroom and cleans her face. She inspects the rather amazing bruise on her forehead and scalp. She stays in the bathroom for a while.

Talanall
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"You'd die for nothing, and the rest of us would just be weaker for it. We still need you."

Talanall opens his eyes where he's been slumped against the wall. In the dark it's hard to see if he looks any better, but his intonation makes it seem as if his head injury is a little improved. He grunts and gets to his feet, then makes his way carefully over to the window.

Wæs se grimma gæst Grendel haten,
mære mearcstapa, se þe moras heold

drumandfight
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Jeff doesn't say anything. He doesn't make a show of it, but he wears his emotions on his fucking sleeve and it is obvious the tears haven't stopped flowing. He isn't weeping. He isn't balling. The best way to describe it would be hate-crying. He hates what these bastards have done to his friends and what they have taken away from him. He hates what it takes to kill them. He hates how they move and breathe.

He sits for a while until he has finished what he needed to resolve and moves to the conjoined room, his and Ed's room. He begins doing something, anything to take his mind off the situation.

First things first: inventory. He checks everything the group has left to them and makes a mental list including food, water, clothing and ammunition. This occupies him while everyone tends to their own personal mental battles.

Talanall
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"Feds," Talanall reports, after a long silence over by the window.

Glowering out at metro Atlanta, he points out, "The interstate highway's shut down. But I can see out past it. Fuckin' black SUVs."

He pulls out his cell phone and turns its power on again, checking for signal.

Wæs se grimma gæst Grendel haten,
mære mearcstapa, se þe moras heold

drumandfight
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Jeff does likewise with his cell phone in the other room. As he walks out he hears Ed's announcement.

"So, can you signal them? Should we even try to?"

Talanall
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Talanall shrugs, and replies moodily, "I think it's pretty clear that they know what's happening. I'm just speculating, here, but I don't think that laser was a sniper. I think it was probably a laser microphone."

He lets out a long, slow breath, and opines, "May as well leave the phones on at this point, whether we can get a call out or not—if they decide they wanna talk, I'm willing to listen. I think the block on communications is theirs; they probably wanna keep a lid on this shit."

He sits down on the bed, and wipes his face a bit, noting, "With the electricity down in here, maybe the uglies will dehydrate. If the water supply stays up, we may be able to outwait them. It'll only take a couple of days with this heat."

Wæs se grimma gæst Grendel haten,
mære mearcstapa, se þe moras heold

Fixxxer
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Both Talanall and drumandfight notice they still have full bars. But that was the case yesterday before everyone shut down their phones as well.

Talanall
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Talanall calls his friend Mark. Or tries to, anyway.

Wæs se grimma gæst Grendel haten,
mære mearcstapa, se þe moras heold

Darker

"They will dehydrate if their biological systems are still functioning at the same rate - but who knows what's going on... and if dehydration actually will shut them down."

"There's like 20,000 people at this con. I think our attempt at getting to the garage showed that there's way to many of them out there to try to get out by rushing. We can't beat them toe to toe or by numbers." He pauses, analyzing what he just said.

"Thing is, we got an advantage over them, we just need to use it. We can use tactics to our advantage, kill them without them getting to us... somehow."

deadDMwalking
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"I'm willing to try to rush out and call the elevator before scooting back here. If I can avoid getting surrounded, I should be able to lead any on our level around the landing."

drumandfight
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Jeff nods as he listens, but immediately attemps to call Aly.

Fixxxer
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Both Talanall and drumandfight are dismayed, but not entirely surprised, when their calls do not connect. There is not any kind of recorded message. The call simply ends before it begins, much as though it had been dropped by a weak carrier signal.

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Crimison finally reappears. Her face is scrubbed and red. She doesn't say anything for a while. When drum finally looks up from his phone she turns an angry gaze from the colorful swelling on his head to the red lines creeping into his eyes and the uneven pupils.

"You need to sit your broken ass down." She places her hands on her hips and positively scowls until Drum does so. She finds a clean cup and makes him drink two full glasses of water before acknowledging anyone else.
After she's gotten the group's attention she clears her throat before speaking.
"We need to get the fuck out of here."
She lets that sit with the group for a second, one eyeball slightly budging out.
"But if we try now this idiot," she pauses and turns to drum. "will die." She lets that sink in for a moment before continuing.

She looks down at her hands for a bit letting the uncomfortable silence stew.
She whispers to herself, "I'll be damned if I die here without ever getting that orgy I wanted. No offense to you fucks but this is not going to cut it, Matt promised me a party" Her face turns even more red and anyone familiar to the kind of wrath as a scorned woman, especially a desperate grieving woman, knew better than to speak or breathe too loudly.

"So I need us to get the fuck out of here, when Drum isn't going to die stepping out that door."

Darker

Darker pauses from his examination of the walls, "I doubt we have much of a chance out there," he nods in the direction of the door, "when we are all 100 percent... we certainly have no chance now."

"We need a better plan. There are way to many people at this con... if even a fraction are infected, its way more than we can take head on."

drumandfight
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Jeff doesn't argue with KC at all. He simply nods at her instructions and does as she says.

He knows how badly he is taking the loss of his friends and it isn't one bit fine. He couldn't imagine what KC was going through, and the thought of losing Aly nearly brought tears to his eyes. He dismissed the thought and did as best he could to not currently die.

Talanall
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"Sounds like what we all want," agrees Talanall. "How's your eye? Can you see at all?"

Wæs se grimma gæst Grendel haten,
mære mearcstapa, se þe moras heold

drumandfight
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"Phones," Jeff says absently looking at the phone in the room. "We should call the rooms we got a hold of earlier. Maybe they know something new. It's worth a shot."

Talanall
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"Yeah, okay. I'm kind of expecting that my little stunt with the electrical cords may have fried the phone system."

Talanall sounds a little bemused, "I'm frankly blown away that it caused such a widespread power outage in here. Maybe the breaker box wasn't up to code."

Wæs se grimma gæst Grendel haten,
mære mearcstapa, se þe moras heold

drumandfight
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"Yeah, this hotel is definitely going to need to be brought up to code. I mean, zombies? That never would have passed specs at an nice place."

A small bit of humor to dull out the insanity of real life.

Crimison
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Crim rubs her face a little, she still felt woozy from the backhand across her face. "I'll be fine, I'm lucky my glasses didn't break."

She places the back of her hand on Drum's head and is a little relieved to feel he doesn't have a temperature.

"If the electricity is out on this floor will the elevator work here? This may sound dumb but could we disable one of the elevators and rapple down the shaft? It will be insanely dangerous but it's better than starving to death. We're less likely to meet the crazies in the shafts of the elevators, hopefully."

She busies herself with a wet rag and Drum's face probably a bit more rough than necessary.

"Getting through the lobby will be suicide of course. All the connecting tunnels to the other hotels will be packed full of zombs. Our best chance is to see if we can making to the parking garage outside the hotel and hotwire one of the cars."

She laughs but she doesn't seem to find herself funny.

Crimison hangs her head. "Of course this building couldn't have anything predictable like elevator shafts."

Talanall
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"I'm parked in one of those garages. Full tank of gas, and everything. If we can make it downstairs and out of the building, we can get out. Don't have to hotwire that way." Despite the laughter, he seems perfectly serious as he continues, "I'd really prefer to go with that earlier idea to climb down the outside of the building. Less likely that we'd be interrupted while we're dangling, that way."

He twists his head to one side, giving off a series of nasty-sounding pops from his neck, but seems not to be in pain despite the noise.

"I mean, I still think we should rest for awhile first. Jeff's beat to shit, and this'll stand a lot better chance of working if he's on his feet. In a minute, I'll see if I can slip into the hall and check to see how far the power outage goes. Maybe it's only a couple of floors."

Wæs se grimma gæst Grendel haten,
mære mearcstapa, se þe moras heold

Fixxxer
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You kill the time, not particularly eager to go back out of the relative safety of your room. After a while it becomes apparent that no one else is overly keen on the idea either. Nobody makes a move for the door or even talks about doing so. Darker busies himself with investigating the rooms on either end of your adjoining… well, it might be called a “suite,” if not for the lack of power, the broken furniture and window and the corpses of strangers and of a good friend as well littering the floor. Room service has obviously been slipping. Cautiously, he taps on the walls, listening for noise, be it return tapping or other sounds, such as those that might be made by ravenous and insane people, desperate to kick him in the face until he dies. After a great deal of cautious trial and error, he’s reasonably certain that the room to the east is unoccupied. The room to the west is more of a mystery. When everything is quiet and when he listens very hard, Darker would swear that he hears a banging or tapping noise, but it’s not coming from the other side of the wall. It’s fainter, further away. Maybe the room beyond? Or perhaps the bathroom?

Crimison proves to be quite the little matron. Or perhaps ‘matron’ isn’t the right word. ‘Nazi’ might fit better. From the moment that he shows any willingness the acquiesce to her demands on behalf of his health, she bosses him around mercilessly. “Lay down,” “put this towel on your face,” “keep your arm elevated” and “shut the fuck up” are all prime examples of the sort of things she tells him, all while buzzing over him, forbidding him to get out of bed and backing up her commands with blatant threats of violence.

After some time with Crimison taking her emotions out on drumandfight and Darker being the only obviously productive (read: bored) member of your rag-tag group, deadDMwalking and Talanall happen into a conversation about the likelihood of the entire building’s power being out. After some back and forth on the subject, curiosity (read: boredom) get the better of them and they decide it would be in the best interests of survival to know what the power situation is. Drumandfight tries to get up and help them on what they hope will be a short venture outside, but Crimison won’t let him.

Between them, Talanall and deadDMwalking take turns listening at the door and looking through the peep hole. After enough time, they crack the door, keeping the slide lock engaged, and peek through the crack. With still no sign of any crazies near the room, they decide to take the plunge. Brett cracks his knuckles quietly and Ed wipes off a clammy palm so he can get a better grip on his homemade maquahuitl. Finally with a nod, they remove the slide and quietly open the door.

Darker

Darker abandons his tapping to check his borrowed weapon and get closer to the door (not enough to block a hurried retreat back to the room, but close enough he can shoot anything following them back.

He casually comments to the others left, "I think we can break through the wall over there and get into another room for supplies."

deadDMwalking
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Brett ducks back into the room. "We should do that. If we end up drawing some crazies to our door, it's good to have another escape. Besides the window, anyway. I've learned something from all those Bugs Bunny cartoons."

Darker

Darker goes to the wall where he thinks the next empty room is. "I say we get up high by standing on the nightstand, cut a hole through at the top, and then we can use a mirror to see around. The studs should be far apart enough for us to climb through and after that we can break into the joining room just like we did here."

drumandfight
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Jeff doesn't argue with Crim. As bossy as she was, it was comforting to have someone taking care of him - especially since he did get the living fuck beaten out of him. He takes pride in the body count he racked up, and then thinking of Matt drops him back into depression.

He accepts help as best he can and without too much bitching.

deadDMwalking
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Brett watches Edward considering the options and finally resolve to get a better look outside. Even without being asked, he follows to the door, prepared to hold it open while Talanall takes a look outside and close it in a hurry if necessary. "Make sure you're on this side before I have to close it."

Talanall
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Talanall doesn't answer. Instead, he steps outside and looks around quickly for nearby threats, moving like his head is on a swivel.

Spot
I rolled 1d20+5, the result is 8, 5 = 13.

Wæs se grimma gæst Grendel haten,
mære mearcstapa, se þe moras heold

Fixxxer
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Talanall doesn't see any of the crazies and nothing jumps out at him.

Talanall
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Carefully, and still looking around constantly for signs of trouble, Talanall approaches the atrium railing and sticks his head out for a look up and down. Items of interest include areas with working electrical lights, masses of unusual crazy activity, and other survivors.

Wæs se grimma gæst Grendel haten,
mære mearcstapa, se þe moras heold

Fixxxer
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Talanall is relieved to see that beyond the local block, the hotel appears to still have power. His relief does not last long, though, once he gets a look at the lobby. The floor appears to be entirely covered by bodies, each overlapping the ones next to it and in turn being overlapped so that not a single inch of the marble floor can be seen. Before Ed can really even begin to formulate a reason why so many bodies would be positioned in such a particular way, a sharp cracking sound rings out, not unlike that of a broom handle hitting a concrete floor in a large, echoing room, save that it seems louder. The reaction is immediate. The entire mass of what Talanall previously thought may be dead bodies animates. There is no mass of sound to accompany the movement, no screaming or moaning. At least, not at first. A very frightened yell echos up from some hidden place below. "Oh god, no! Please, no!" It cuts out into an unintelligible sort of screaming. That's when the sound begins, a primal roar from a hundred throats. It only lasts a few seconds, and when it's finished, there is no more frightened screaming. The mass of crazies below continues milling around aimlessly, apparently awake or active now.

drumandfight
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Jeff's eyes snap open from a daydream, focussing back on the horrid reality of the situation as the cry from hundreds of infected throats stretches up through the floors and assails his ears.

He looks to the door and, while relieved that zombies aren't actively flooding into the room, makes ready to fight again.

"... Fuckin' tell Ed to get his ass back here!" he hisses to Brett.

deadDMwalking
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"Ed's a smart guy. Give him time."

Talanall
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A few moments later, Talanall comes back into the room. He's clearly rattled by something he's seen. Once the door closes, he reports, "I think we should revisit that plan involving us rapelling down the outside of the building on ropes fashioned from sheets. The lights are still on, but I got a look down into the lobby. It's an impossible situation. Crazies. Lying down, so I thought they were dead. So many I couldn't see the lobby floor, you know?"

Swallowing nervously, "Somebody woke them up. I heard him screaming. Words."

Wæs se grimma gæst Grendel haten,
mære mearcstapa, se þe moras heold

Darker

Darker turns from his drywall removal project. "Yeah, that's what I've been saying!" He pauses, considering the new information. "Wait.... what's keep them in the lobby? Why not just walk out to the street? They are able to get into the stairwell, you'd think they could get through the lobby doors."

Talanall
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Talanall shakes his head, "I dunno. Maybe bright light hurts their eyes? Rabies causes photophobia. Maybe it's like that."

He strolls over and pitches in to help Darker with his drywall project, adding, "I couldn't see down to the first floor. This was the mezzanine lobby. But I have no reason to think it's different down there."

Wæs se grimma gæst Grendel haten,
mære mearcstapa, se þe moras heold

drumandfight
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"Rabies... water. If it came to it, we could wait them out. I doubt they are going around scavenging for water and supplies - that would actually take some critical thought. It is possible they will burn themselves out and dehydrate within four days or so. Whatever we decide to do, we absolutely cannot go down into that fucking lobby."

deadDMwalking
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"And if they don't? We'll be weak and no closer to freedom. I don't know what's going on, but they don't have a conventional metabolism. "

Crimison
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Crimison's eyes shine for a moment. "We could test the water theory if we had a subject." With the cries from below she places an iron hand on Drum's arm as if warning him from sitting up.
"There isn't much of a chance that we want to go back into the stairs. But if we did, is there a water hose for fire emergencies there?"
"In any case.." Crimison drifts off as she takes a deep breath of air then gags on the stench.

"We need to move these bodies, outside please. Not that there's much chance of this, but does anyone have a light? I'm curious to see if this version of awful zombie attack comes with a flammable component."

Darker

"Why bother risking it going outside... we can just toss them out the window."

drumandfight
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Jeff gives Crim a nod that says, "Don't you worry. I am not moving."

"If it doesn't," Jeff says to Brett, "then I suppose we are no worse off than we are now. It is just good to have some hope for the future. That hope being that they all fucking die of dehydration - the pricks."

Darker

"So let's keep our options open and stay out of direct danger from those fuckers." Darker points to the beds. "I saw this on mythbusters once. They proved that a prisoner could make a rope out of prison sheets to escape and it held up great. I'm sure we can do the same, if not better with hotel sheets."

"We've got 4 sheets between the 4 beds, plus the fitted ones if we need it. If I can get into another room and its adjoining room, we can get another 4. We cut them into strips, twist them round and use square knots to join the pieces. Then we can round braid to make a really strong rope." He tries to remember his boy scout days, "Make sure one of the strains has all strips with seams, it'll be really strong, the other 3 in the braid will just add more strength. And stagger the square knots in the braid so there's no weak points."

"I think if we use 8 strips per sheet we should get at least 50 feet of rope. Twice that if we get into more rooms. We might not reach the ground, but we could break into a lower room and then continue from there."

Talanall
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"Bodies first." Talanall goes over to Didge's corpse first, and carefully searches him for anything that may be of use.

Wæs se grimma gæst Grendel haten,
mære mearcstapa, se þe moras heold

Fixxxer
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Talanall wastes little time in trying to get the bodies dealt with. He starts with Didge, dragging the man by his shoeless feet toward the window. If the idea of throwing his deceased friend out the window bothers him, he does a good job of hiding it. He's feeling much improved since taking a rest, but Didge is not a small man, so he struggles a little. Upon hearing what's going on in the next room, drumandfight looks as though he'll get up and help, but at a particularly withering glance from Crimison, so just pretends like he was just fluffing his pillow and rolling into a new position. DeadDMwalking comes to help instead. It's a bit surreal watching as Didge's body tumbles as it falls and then crunches audibly and with an actual echo on the pavement thanks to the strange silence of the area. Between the two of them, they get the bodies cleared and out the window in short order.

deadDMwalking
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Brett does his best to watch the street below to see if the 'additional' bodies warrant any reaction at all.

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