[I'm, defiantly not going to fight to the death... I wanna see where that light is coming from. ]
"Hold up. Whats that?" Bear asks, suddenly distracted by a ray golden light, streaming onto the dusty ground. She crawled towards it, the walls of the narrowing passageway rubbing up against her. Finally reaching her destination, Bear peered through the opening. "By golly, it's a secret room!"
Tigress, on the verge of spouting about half a dozen logical fallacies at Emarcee's hostile accusations, stops when Bear orders them to "Hold up". "What is it?" Tigress turns, and realizes that a small door is slowly creaking open, casting a dim ray of light across the dusty, gritty floorboards of the tunnels. She catches sight of a small figure crawling toward the door, and with a start she realizes Bear is already making her way to the enigmatic entrance. "Hey, wait up!" Tigress calls as she follows eagerly. She turns off her flashlight with a click, seeing that the light, dim as it was, was enough for them to see by. She hears Emarcee give an irritated grunt behind them. For a split second, Tigress wonders what happened to Mock, who had told her he would join her in the tunnels. Welp, you snooze, you lose. Pushing aside the thoughts of her brother, Tigress joins Bear at the threshold and peers in. Her eyes widen with interest, and she breathes. "Oh, my bricks. . ."
Leaf takes note of that then enters the lobby. Upon seeing the spoopy stairs, she decides to begin the great descend into the unknown. She explores the darkness with a mini flashlight installed in her trusty pen. Her heart pounds loudly as she finally reaches the bottom. "Well, here we go."
You enter a dark spooky hallway that seems to go on forever in the pitch black. Picture frames line it's dusty walls. You shine your flashlight into the unknown, squinting. The light shines upon a crumpled object further down the hall. As you trek forward into the musty passage of depression, you notice the poor condition of the walls.
"Looks like this place hasn't been used in awhile." You say, poking at a piece of crumbling mortar.
You reach the end of the hallway. A broken down security camera smashed on the floor. A clue? Or just the result of someone with a strong dislike towards camera's?
A note is stuck to the camera.
You read it.
To see through me you'll have to be somewhere safe and hidden. Where secrets hide and darkness bides where noises are forbidden.
"Alas, it appears that I will be alone in my travels. No matter! More food for meeeeee." He skips down the hallway towards the old elevator warbling a catchy tune in the fabulous key of off.
"You've gotta keep smiling, smiling, smiling smiling, smiling, smiling smiling smiling, smiiiilingg- Wait. I forgot the rest of the words! Oh well."
Surprisingly he finally finds his way towards the empty cafe. He looks around with a goofy grin on his face and plumps down into a chair.
"Now to wait for a waiter."
to your surprise, a familiar figure bursts out of the kitchen, dressed in a fabulous waiter outfit. Your eyes narrow slightly as you recognize them. "Ah, yes hello friend. I wasn't aware that you were a waiter." The newcomer's eyebrow raises slightly at your salty remark. "Mhm. You don't sound to pleased about it." "HMPH Of course not. I'm still mad at you." "Maybe you'll feel better once you have something in your stomach?" You perk up. "Ah, yes that would do to lighten my spirits. I DEMAND FOOD." You slam your fists onto the table a delighted grin spreads across your face as he lifts a silver tray from underneath the table. He slides it over. "Bon Appétit." You dig in, failing to see the waiters devious grin.
Post by BlueberryJayPie on Mar 28, 2018 14:21:56 GMT
ATTENTION FOLKS. You may have noticed that I described the smasher as a he. And you were probably all like, "Oooh. That means the smasher can't be one of the girls in the group!" No. That's not what it means. It means I pressed create post before I edited things. :'3 I meant to write he/she.
As you enter the secret room (that just so happens to be Baton's hotel room) you blink against the harsh sunlight streaming through the rooms window. You sit there for a few seconds, adjusting to the new atmosphere. You straighten up and stretch your cramped muscles.
You take a step forward. Something's in the corner.
You squint, beyond the rays of sunlight and dust molecules floating about, is a figure hunched in the shadows.
"Helloo-!" You recoil in horror. For sitting on the floor is Baton. a Marlfox axe grasped in his lifeless hands. He's been defeated with his own weapon. An unbreakable twix rapier. Your attention turns towards the door. It's been swung open, it's hinges still squeaking.
The culprit has escaped through the door.
Will you follow?
Or wait for your companions?
Your choice.
( I wasn't sure if you saw this perviously so I rewrote it for you guys )
Pish posh my good sir! George totally deserved such treatment.
Typos? I don't think so.
Are you sure?
Just a bit of a mix up. I'm sure you understand.
Why of course of sure my good fellow! That kind of behavior is not foreign to George don'tcha know. Sometimes he needs a good thrashing to show him who's boss. And I'm clearly the bossy type.
Post by ninjagofanmam on Mar 28, 2018 14:46:18 GMT
A very loud and obnoxious voice is heard through a speaker at the end of the hallway. "ATTENTION VACATIONERS! I the fantabulous Jay, am pleased to announce the hotels new library. Why a library you may ask? Because I have space and money. Stop asking dumb questions." *Click*
NFM hears the announcement and thinks Hmm interesting, if we're going to catch the smasher we need to keep up with their game. And I think the library is their next target, it's to easy though...
"Alas, it appears that I will be alone in my travels. No matter! More food for meeeeee." He skips down the hallway towards the old elevator warbling a catchy tune in the fabulous key of off.
"You've gotta keep smiling, smiling, smiling smiling, smiling, smiling smiling smiling, smiiiilingg- Wait. I forgot the rest of the words! Oh well."
Surprisingly he finally finds his way towards the empty cafe. He looks around with a goofy grin on his face and plumps down into a chair.
"Now to wait for a waiter."
On her way to the library NFM spots a cheerful fellow who she forgot the name of. She thinks There's no way he's the smasher... perfect!
" Hey, want to check out library for the smasher? "
Why of course of sure my good fellow! That kind of behavior is not foreign to George don'tcha know. Sometimes he needs a good thrashing to show him who's boss. And I'm clearly the bossy type.
You enter a dark spooky hallway that seems to go on forever in the pitch black. Picture frames line it's dusty walls. You shine your flashlight into the unknown, squinting. The light shines upon a crumpled object further down the hall. As you trek forward into the musty passage of depression, you notice the poor condition of the walls.
"Looks like this place hasn't been used in awhile." You say, poking at a piece of crumbling mortar.
You reach the end of the hallway. A broken down security camera smashed on the floor. A clue? Or just the result of someone with a strong dislike towards camera's?
A note is stuck to the camera.
You read it.
To see through me you'll have to be somewhere safe and hidden. Where secrets hide and darkness bides where noises are forbidden.
"Alas, it appears that I will be alone in my travels. No matter! More food for meeeeee." He skips down the hallway towards the old elevator warbling a catchy tune in the fabulous key of off.
"You've gotta keep smiling, smiling, smiling smiling, smiling, smiling smiling smiling, smiiiilingg- Wait. I forgot the rest of the words! Oh well."
Surprisingly he finally finds his way towards the empty cafe. He looks around with a goofy grin on his face and plumps down into a chair.
"Now to wait for a waiter."
to your surprise, a familiar figure bursts out of the kitchen, dressed in a fabulous waiter outfit. Your eyes narrow slightly as you recognize them. "Ah, yes hello friend. I wasn't aware that you were a waiter." The newcomer's eyebrow raises slightly at your salty remark. "Mhm. You don't sound to pleased about it." "HMPH Of course not. I'm still mad at you." "Maybe you'll feel better once you have something in your stomach?" You perk up. "Ah, yes that would do to lighten my spirits. I DEMAND FOOD." You slam your fists onto the table a delighted grin spreads across your face as he lifts a silver tray from underneath the table. He slides it over. "Bon Appétit." You dig in, failing to see the waiters devious grin.
OOC: Wait, does that mean I'm dead WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?!?
Why of course of sure my good fellow! That kind of behavior is not foreign to George don'tcha know. Sometimes he needs a good thrashing to show him who's boss. And I'm clearly the bossy type.
I suppose I do.
George doesn't deserve it.
YOU DARE DIFFER WITH ME?! I am very much offended.
A very loud and obnoxious voice is heard through a speaker at the end of the hallway. "ATTENTION VACATIONERS! I the fantabulous Jay, am pleased to announce the hotels new library. Why a library you may ask? Because I have space and money. Stop asking dumb questions." *Click*
NFM hears the announcement and thinks Hmm interesting, if we're going to catch the smasher we need to keep up with their game. And I think the library is their next target, it's to easy though...
"Alas, it appears that I will be alone in my travels. No matter! More food for meeeeee." He skips down the hallway towards the old elevator warbling a catchy tune in the fabulous key of off.
"You've gotta keep smiling, smiling, smiling smiling, smiling, smiling smiling smiling, smiiiilingg- Wait. I forgot the rest of the words! Oh well."
Surprisingly he finally finds his way towards the empty cafe. He looks around with a goofy grin on his face and plumps down into a chair.
"Now to wait for a waiter."
On her way to the library NFM spots a cheerful fellow who she forgot the name of. She thinks There's no way he's the smasher... perfect!
" Hey, want to check out library for the smasher? "
As you near his table, you come to the horrifying realization that Steve has been smashed. Sprawled face down on a large platter of half-eaten food.
Poisoned.
Dumbfounded, you stumble backward.
But wait.
Something's under the table.
You pick up the wrinkled waiter costume. Clack! Something has fallen from the pockets.
You see what appears to be a small device used to tamper with electronics.
I wanna see where that light is coming from. 
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