Des reaches Skipper just as he bashes a break-glass fire alarm. As a piercing alarm erupts, a shower of glass and fine powder scatters over the angry skittlers, courtesy of Leo's attempts to knock out the lighting.
"NOOOO!"
With the match all but abandoned, a wail of anguish echoes around the hall. Jordan, coming out of his reverie, catches Neil as he staggers backwards, dropping the stool and clutching his head.
Butterfield also falls lumpenly backwards, colliding with a bemused Izzy, who, seconds ago, was just about to stand up to bowl but now finds herself in the midst of chaos.
You all feel a rush, as the vestigia that filled the room is suddenly sucked into the scoreboard, as if something is gathering it's energies.
"IT'S ALL RUINED!"
The board seems to bulge outwards as an eerie blue light streams from it. With shouts of alarm, Nennington Nutters rush out of the door and into the car park, crashing into those rushing from the pub to see what the hell is going on.
Neil is the last out, struggling through the throng. He cries as the blue light bursts through him, taking the form of a spectral humanoid, face snarling in anger.
"I WAS SO CLOSE!" yells the revenant of Lee Snelgrove as he swirls around the ceiling, sucking up stools, skittles and other ephemera.
DEX or Athletics rolls please. |