Play@YSDC

Ronald grabs Brianna and lunges into the corridor, slamming the door shut behind him. For whatever reason the door was locked from the inside, these demon children were the most immediate threat to Brianna's safety.

Bollocks to you kids!

He pulls himself and Brianna off the ground and quickly inspects the corridor.

Take that you little buggers! That's how we play! You little buggers! You want to play some more! Ha!

Ronald realizes he's ranting and tries to calm himself. His heart is racing a mile a minute.

You OK Brianna?

Ronald holds onto the door handle just in case.

Someone tries to turn the door handle from the other side.

Brianna yelps and scrambles away from the door. "Is it locked from inside here? C'mon, let's get going!" Brianna jumps to her feet and starts to run down the corridor in front of them.

"Ronald...hu hu hu (panting) um.....didja see that thing move past the kids....hu hu hu....like almost like it was...hu hu hu... someone else down here too? Or were....hu hu hu ...... my eyes playing tricks on me?"

The corridor makes a turn to the right into darkness. Without Ronald's flashlight, she can't see very much but Brianna can tell the corridor becomes a dead end of sorts. Perhaps there would be more clues if she had more light?

"Oh no!" Brianna turns around a few times, looking at the dead end walls. "Darn it!!!" she hisses angrily. She walks back to where Ronald is standing, holding the door closed, and continues, "Ronald, can I borrow your flashlight?" she asks, holding her hand open and waiting for him to hand it to her. " It just looks like a dead end." she says, shaking her head in frustration.

Ronald holds tight onto the door handle and sets his foot on the wall to brace it.

Sod off yah devils!

He watches Brianna bolt down the hall and then come running back to him.

Brianna, tell me what's around the corner! Hurry!

Ronald hands Brianna the flashlight and then puts both hands on the door handle, pulling with all his might.

You little buggers! Hurry Brianna! Loooooooouuuuuiiieeee!

Brianna grabs the flashlight and scampers back to the end of the hallway, then turns and shines the light to the end. If it continues, she follows it.

"Stay there Ronald....don't worry......I'll be quick!"

The corridor ends in a wall but there is some odd quality about a patch of bricks that form a lighter rectangle, about two feet wide and eight feet wide. There is a sloping groove to one side that it appears something might slot into.

Brianna runs her hand over the bricks, and squints, wondering if she's imagining the change in color or not.

She tugs lightly at the top one, to see if it might move. If it doesn't she looks at the floor to see if what might slot into the missing spot is laying on the floor.

"Ronald? This is kinda weird....like a secret trap door or something!"

Ronald looks around for anything he might be able to tie the door knob to.

O.C> He has something he could use as amakeshift rope but he needs to tie tot to something.

Still putting all his energy into keep the door closed tight, Ronald yells out to Brianna.

Can you open it?

The only thing in sight is a crowbar near Ronald's feet but that certainly wouldn't make a very good tie. The top brick doesn't move from its place but Brianna doesn't have very much grip on it.

Brianna begins to punch each brick to see if any of them are mobile.

It hurts.

The groove, quite deep and turned inwards a bit, seems to be mocking you.

Brianna notices the crowbar at Ronald's feet, and runs to grab it.

"Don't move ok Ronald....keep the door closed. It might take a while to get out of here, so just don't go anywhere ok?"

Once back to the bricks, she tries to put one end into the slot and push.

The crowbar fits snugly.

Roll under 40% to open it.

Brianna tugs on it, but it doesn't move.

[O.C. Darn it! Bad roll....can she try again?]

She tries again, with a grunt of effort, but still it doesn't budge.

She furrows her brow, and pushes again. This time she hears a lurch of movement.

"Ronald! I think I might've done it!" she exclaims.

Open the door! Open the door!

Ronald holds the door closed with all of his might. His pipe cleaner shaped arms begin to strain. Sweat beads on his forehead like midnight mist on a park bench.

Brianna! What's there!

The door opens to reveal... A large, monstrous, humming, buzzing chunk of metal, heat coming off the darn thing. It crouches to the right of her, alien and uncertain. To the left are several steel boxes bulging off the wall. OOC: Electrical repair, electronics, mechanical repair or similar rolls may identify them. You may roll once for each, if you succeed at the base rate, you know what they are.

Across the room is another door.

Ronald is given some respite as they stop pulling at the door and instead start thumping it.