Early risers in the living room cohort might have seen a silver and red blur dart from the room shortly after waking, barely present long enough for the recording to play and definitely not present long enough to mingle with anyone else.
The source of the blur can be found in several rooms of the townhouses she moves from one attempted escape to another. First, she's decimating a bedroom, trying to find something that will break through the barred window. Then she's at a back door that might lead to a yard or the garage, slamming her shoulder into it several times and only becoming more frenzied the less willing it is to break. Remains of what might have once been a restraint jacket hang off of her shoulders, but don't worry about it.
Finally, desperation has her trying to smash out a tiny ventilation window in the bathroom - she couldn't fit through it, but someone much smaller might be able to. It also seems like someone might have turned on the shower to make it a sauna, because there's steam in the tiny enclosed space, and the reflective surfaces are all fogged... but as Ninety-Nine yells in frustration at the unbreakable glass, it's impossible to hear any running water.]
ii. the beginning of someone else's end;
[There are no Big Fucking Swords in any of the stockpiles (she's torn the house apart looking), so Ninety-Nine has settled for a bat, a weapon that she keeps closely guarded on her person at all times.
After eating something, Ninety-Nine heads down to the basement and plops down on the floor across from the barricaded door to Dr. Bei's room. She sits there silently, hitting the head of the bat against the floor every so often, dragging it slightly, hitting it again... she's clearly lost in deep thought, her expression muted and even a little sad. It's a stark contrast from the earlier feral rage. Finally, she breaks her silence.]
... We should kill her.
iii. sewer diving;
[Any rats unfortunate enough to get underfoot get kicked away with full force. A very taciturn Ninety-Nine walks a few feet ahead of a section of the group, albeit slightly...disgusted? Her expression is hard to read. At an intersection where the walkable surface becomes slippery or more narrow or covered with unidentifiable sludge, she stops walking, and her mutated claw snaps over to seize someone by the scruff of their shirt, lifting them to safety.]
Don't fall.
[And she'll just keep walking.
(If you are very, very little, and also if your name is Hella, she might carry you the rest of the way.)]
iv. wildcard;
[I'm going to play the second half of the week with more of the stadium and the travel, etc.! So there may be more prompts later. But for now if you wanna do something, please do hit me up!]
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[THUMP...THUMP...THUMP...THUD...ROAR...CRASH!!...
Early risers in the living room cohort might have seen a silver and red blur dart from the room shortly after waking, barely present long enough for the recording to play and definitely not present long enough to mingle with anyone else.
The source of the blur can be found in several rooms of the townhouses she moves from one attempted escape to another. First, she's decimating a bedroom, trying to find something that will break through the barred window. Then she's at a back door that might lead to a yard or the garage, slamming her shoulder into it several times and only becoming more frenzied the less willing it is to break. Remains of what might have once been a restraint jacket hang off of her shoulders, but don't worry about it.
Finally, desperation has her trying to smash out a tiny ventilation window in the bathroom - she couldn't fit through it, but someone much smaller might be able to. It also seems like someone might have turned on the shower to make it a sauna, because there's steam in the tiny enclosed space, and the reflective surfaces are all fogged... but as Ninety-Nine yells in frustration at the unbreakable glass, it's impossible to hear any running water.]
ii. the beginning of someone else's end;
[There are no Big Fucking Swords in any of the stockpiles (she's torn the house apart looking), so Ninety-Nine has settled for a bat, a weapon that she keeps closely guarded on her person at all times.
After eating something, Ninety-Nine heads down to the basement and plops down on the floor across from the barricaded door to Dr. Bei's room. She sits there silently, hitting the head of the bat against the floor every so often, dragging it slightly, hitting it again... she's clearly lost in deep thought, her expression muted and even a little sad. It's a stark contrast from the earlier feral rage. Finally, she breaks her silence.]
... We should kill her.
iii. sewer diving;
[Any rats unfortunate enough to get underfoot get kicked away with full force. A very taciturn Ninety-Nine walks a few feet ahead of a section of the group, albeit slightly...disgusted? Her expression is hard to read. At an intersection where the walkable surface becomes slippery or more narrow or covered with unidentifiable sludge, she stops walking, and her mutated claw snaps over to seize someone by the scruff of their shirt, lifting them to safety.]
Don't fall.
[And she'll just keep walking.
(If you are very, very little, and also if your name is Hella, she might carry you the rest of the way.)]
iv. wildcard;
[I'm going to play the second half of the week with more of the stadium and the travel, etc.! So there may be more prompts later. But for now if you wanna do something, please do hit me up!]