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[Elena has made it down to the Mezzanine and is seated on one of the chairs overlooking the ballroom. A few ghosts wander about behind her, not paying her any more mind than she is of them. In the background, music from the ballroom can be heard floating up to where she is now.]
This should probably go without saying, but if you find another person or a group of people? Stick together. Whatever you do, don't let yourself get separated from each other.
And whatever you do, don't stop. Keep going. Keep fighting if you have to.
[Not much of a peptalk, she supposes, since all of this should be obvious. But should is the operative word. It's readily apparent to her this place makes common sense fly straight out the window. God only knows how many of these spirits have been here and how many others have perished since then. It'd be easy for any number of the Barge residents to get caught in the same trap.]
If you're stuck or in trouble, tell me where you are and I'll come find you. I'm going to try and keep moving back and forth to help people that are stuck or lost. I've been told the lowest level's pretty rough so I'm going to make my way there first just in case.
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[True to her word, Elena is out looking for people, trying to move them up further and further. She'll take people as far as the Gamesman Hall where she'll let others who are better equipped to play a game of chess help people progress from there. But she'll go down into the basement repeatedly, rescuing people from giant spiders and working her way back up to the mezzanine, and beyond.]
[Those that ran into her before her post to the network will find her either in the library definitely not looking at the books, or the menagerie trying not to get killed by a giant fucking robotAdmiral wth is with your obsession with robots lately.]
[Elena has made it down to the Mezzanine and is seated on one of the chairs overlooking the ballroom. A few ghosts wander about behind her, not paying her any more mind than she is of them. In the background, music from the ballroom can be heard floating up to where she is now.]
This should probably go without saying, but if you find another person or a group of people? Stick together. Whatever you do, don't let yourself get separated from each other.
And whatever you do, don't stop. Keep going. Keep fighting if you have to.
[Not much of a peptalk, she supposes, since all of this should be obvious. But should is the operative word. It's readily apparent to her this place makes common sense fly straight out the window. God only knows how many of these spirits have been here and how many others have perished since then. It'd be easy for any number of the Barge residents to get caught in the same trap.]
If you're stuck or in trouble, tell me where you are and I'll come find you. I'm going to try and keep moving back and forth to help people that are stuck or lost. I've been told the lowest level's pretty rough so I'm going to make my way there first just in case.
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[True to her word, Elena is out looking for people, trying to move them up further and further. She'll take people as far as the Gamesman Hall where she'll let others who are better equipped to play a game of chess help people progress from there. But she'll go down into the basement repeatedly, rescuing people from giant spiders and working her way back up to the mezzanine, and beyond.]
[Those that ran into her before her post to the network will find her either in the library definitely not looking at the books, or the menagerie trying not to get killed by a giant fucking robot
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Which is really starting to piss her off, but being able to get it out of the dark, webbed corner it skittered into when she first ran into the residents down here? Doesn't trump being able to use it once she does.
She's crammed herself up into a corner of a storeroom, and while she doesn't actually suspect that would be as much of a deterrent from fucking spiders as it would most other things, at least she's covered on all but two sides.
There are five of the damn things she's counted down on the floor, including the only one of them that hasn't lost interest in where she's folded up, shaking around the pain of the shallow but long slashes down the side she's got turned into the wall; it can't reach her, and any attempt from it to angle its legs in at her or come close enough to try with its jaws she's met with vicious slashes and stabs of the small knife she managed to find before she was found by the spiders.
She's muttering under her breath about how she would love to scrape the creature out of the grill of her car, and the Admiral being a bastard and a half, and silent, angry prayers that someone better equipped to deal with this will come along - or that the creature will finally go the fuck away so she can climb down and sneak out on her own.]
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[Elena takes aim and fires the crossbow she found first, the bolt pinning the spider that's still jonesing for a snack to the wall. The shot doesn't kill it as evidenced by its frantic scrambling, trying to pry itself off the bolt or off the wall, but the almost sickening crunch and immediate thwump! does catch the attention of the other four spiders. They are immediately very interested in Elena.]
[She drops the crossbow with no time to reload another bolt. Not her first choice in weapon, but she has an axe (that if she were still human, she definitely would not be able to really swing well enough to do any damage to anyone except herself) ready to go. It was one of the few weapons she could find that rust and time hadn't taken its toll on. But even without the axe, these spiders don't stand much of a chance. She's stronger, but she's also much faster. They lunge, she moves out of the way. They swipe with with long legs and they end up either losing the limb or coming close to it. Any attempts to bite and they end up getting kicked or quite literally stomped on.]
[Elena doesn't draw the fight out. It chances more coming and also wearing herself is still a legitimate if very difficult problem to have. She stomps on one hard enough to kill it, and a few moments later another gets the sharp end of the axe in a way that it won't be getting back one. One that had been hanging back skitters away while the last one hobbles after it. She watches them go for a moment before moving further into the room, jamming the axe into the still wriggling spider on the wall, putting it out of its misery.]
[The moral of this story is: actual warrior princess Elena Gilbert.]
Are you all right? [she asks, finally, catching her breath.]
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She doesn't.
By the time Elena is working on pulling the axe free, Letty has unfolded out of the space between the beam and the ceiling, dropping down to the floor in what would have been a much more confident move if landing hadn't jarred her side. She swears again, sucks her breath in, and keeps the hand not holding her knife over her side, but her attention is all on where the spiders went.]
Jesus, yeah. Nice moves. [She already knew Elena was a vampire, so she's eying the sheer size of the axe but it clicks a moment later. Letty crosses to collect her communicator out of the corner where it slid, drops it in her pocket to examine later, and then fetches up next to Elena.] Tell me you found a way outta here. I was trying, but...
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[She nods to Letty's side.]
You're hurt. How bad is it?
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[Honestly, she's just relieved that someone she recognizes is here; alone, the adrenaline in her system is pure fear and determined anger. With someone else - someone who can very obviously handle herself, which makes Letty pretty happy - she can focus more on the rest of it, the part that makes people think she's crazy.
The part where if she can start whooping some ass on spiders instead of the other way around, this might be kind of fun. She frowns down at her side, moves her hand enough so the sluggishly oozing but shallow slices can be seen, wincing as she does.]
I don't know. I can move, though. I'll keep up.
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[Elena looks around the room before spotting a chair that's seen much, much better days. Picking it up by a leg, she kicks it hard enough to snap part of the leg off with a grunt. She returns to Letty with it in hand, giving it a small toss to get a better grip on it.]
This place is screwing with our heads. So, just in case? [She holds the tip of the broken end of the chair just above her heart in her chest.] Right here. My fangs start to come out, you don't hesitate. If you miss, try again as quickly as you can. Got it?
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She waits, though, watching with plain confusion and growing impatience as Elena creates a makeshift stake, raising both eyebrows at the demonstration.
Letty isn't excited about the idea, that much is clear; her eyes widen slightly, but then her jaw sets and she holds her hand out for the chair leg.]
I won't. No one just takes a chunk outta me if I can help it.
Just... don't. Okay? [She won't hesitate, but she really won't be happy, either. In any sense of the word.]
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[Elena smiles and it's not entirely insincere. It's mostly reflexive, but it's not entirely insincere either. If there's one thing Elena has learned since vampires came into her life, you have to have a sense of humor about these things sometimes. It's either that or lie down and cry. And she's not interested in crying so much these days.]
[She moves back towards the doorway where she dropped the crossbow, picking it up and quickly loading another bolt. She pauses and looks over at Letty. She wants to give her the crossbow to give her something not so short-ranged, but Letty's got her hands full between stake and knife. It's probably better to ask than to just assume though.]
Are you any good with a crossbow?
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She glances up at the question, frowns at the weapon. Under any other circumstances she'd be eager to get her hands on it.]
I can shoot a gun. Never had to go medieval on anything though, so I have no idea.
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I think the same general principles apply. Aim, pull the trigger.
[She holds the crossbow out to Letty for her to take.]
We can try to find you something else, but I'd feel a little better if you had something more than just a knife.
[And she's not going to give the axe to Letty. She might be able to hold it and use it, but it could become a liability faster than a crossbow if it gets stuck or if Letty starts to wear out from wielding it.]
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Then I got this, no problem. [She doesn't know if she does, but she's confident all the same in her ability to do some damage if given half a chance. She did chase off a spider or two herself before she was cornered. With backup, she expects she can raise that number.]
I got it. We can stop at the drive thru later, I just want outta here.
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All right, I'm thinking up is the way to go since down seems to be a dead end.
[Possibly literally, but a pun like that is definitely not intentional on Elena's part. She leads the way out of the room. As eager she is to get out of the basement (and Letty likely is as well), she keeps the pace slow. It's dark down here and while Elena can still see just fine, Letty might struggle. More than that, she doesn't want to alert anything to their presence if it can be avoided.]
[Which doesn't seem all that likely when she hears skittering from just behind them. Elena stops and turns quickly.]
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[Letty doesn't make the obvious joke either, instead eager to just be on the move. She's walking as she secures the quiver to her own belt, glancing up and around from her hands as she works, keeping Elena in her peripheral. She keeps up, even though she does almost trip on a few things in the dark, swears under her breath but quietly, unwilling to draw undue attention to them.
She reacts more to Elena than to the noise, because she keeps hearing phantom sounds anyway, her nerves trying to get the best of her and her solidly ignoring them. When Elena whirls, Letty palms her knife again, goes tense as she looks around, jaw set stubbornly. She's not getting cornered again. She's ready this time.
So ready that when the first ball of webbing crashes into her shoulder, she spins and lashes out viciously without thinking about it, almost catching the creature scuttling out of an alcove in the face in the process.]
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Letty, up! [She moves forward to stand beside Letty.] I'll deal with this one. Just get that one down.