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The smell of sulfur is gone.
The water is still rising, though. It is now up to four feet.
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The smell of sulfur becomes weak.
The water is now three feet deep. Seven feet of open air remain, but to make use of it, individuals will need to break out of the ice somehow.
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The sulfur smell weakens.
[DAKOTA] uses [FREEZE WATER]
Though this decision shows vast ingenuity, it exposes an underlying problem – Water expands when it freezes.
The gaps he left for peoples’ legs quickly fill in, trapping them, and the ice slab rises ever so slightly.
Water continues to drip from the ceiling.
The sulfur smell intensifies.
(Ducky note: This rising water event is a tutorial/introduction of sorts.)
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The drops increase in speed.
The water has pooled to a foot in depth.
The sulfur smell intensifies.
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Water continues to drip from the ceiling.
A pool about an inch deep now fills the floor.
The smell of bacon is suddenly replaced with the stench of sulfur.
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Drops of water begin to condense on the ceiling.
These drops of water fall to the floor, collecting in puddles. Still more drops fall, seemingly materializing out of nowhere.
The smell of bacon returns, stronger now.
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The pocket watch spins incredibly fast, hours passing in seconds. A faint twinge of the smell of bacon passes through the room, and then it is gone.
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rule update: you can have as many characters as you want.
one ‘character’ may consist of as many individuals as you want.
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This kid was really trying to charm her. In her diminishing age, friendly youth were a welcome sight.
“Sorry, kid,” she said, “Yeah, there’s a lot of space in here, but I just do deliveries.”
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“Err…” Justine said. “I was just going to deliver some boxes of that lIon stuff to some office in Buffalo. Sadly, that job seems to have not materialized.”
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Gibby watched the scene unfolding before him. A talking screen delivered harsh retorts to his friends. This confused him, and in his confusion there was only one thing he could say, as he desperately tried to hang the shreds of his former shirt over his shoulders.
“Gib-ay?”
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Heck waited for Nova to come to a stop, then took a seat next to her.
“What just happened?” He asked. “What was Snacks doing? Who was that other guy with the electricity?”
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“Fortunately, one of the younger transhumans dragged Blair to safety. How you got him so devoted to the goal, I don’t understand.”
“I didn’t. He’s a smart boy. He knew what would happen if he failed.”
“And fail he did.”
“I’d hoped they’d listen to him, but the one transhuman on the scene who knew Blair appears to have decided to assault both the other transhumans and our installation.”
“Can we get troops in?”
“Anyone we send in is dead. This is exactly what we were afraid of.”
“Then Blair is our best option.”
“I already knew that.”
“What do we do?”
“I convince Blair not just to trust us but to join us.”
“He’s stubborn and stressed. He’ll never do it.”
“If he doesn’t, we’ve lost already.”
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These kids were definitely looking at her. Also talking about her.
This was bizarre and made her uncomfortable, so she leaned her head out of the window of her van.
“Can I help you with something?” She asked.
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Name: Doctor Trueman
Age: 56
Race: Human
Powers: Mathematics
Personality: Coffee-addicted, and still somehow always seems bored. Likes sweater vests. Loves math. Enjoys teaching math. Doesn’t want to teach math to teenagers.
Backstory: Studied math at the University of Vallis Marineris on Mars. Got a PhD of nondescript nature at some point. Went on to teach math at the University until his recruitment into the Keepers.
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Well, that was a few thousand dollars lost. Justine Andel leaned her head against the back of her seat and squeezed her eyes shut. Sometimes, it felt like she was getting too old for this, but retirement would hardly be this exciting.
Eventually, she pulled an old flip phone from her pocket and dialed a familiar number.
“Yeah, it’s Andel… No. Those mobsters beat me to it… No, I don’t know how they got the boxes… Christ, calm down… It’s just a bunch of lIon… Okay, bye… Jesus.”
What a waste of time.
Wait, were those kids staring at her just now?