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[Game 21] Group 2
After the blackout, a dim glow returns to the train car. You can feel yourselves still rattling along the tracks, and the world seems to be rushing by outside in bits and flashes, an occasional pulse of color. Some of that ambience starts to fill the train compartment with a sickly blue light.
Rattle, rattle. Rattle, rattle.
Most of you feel . . . fine, physically unhurt, just maybe a little hungover from what just hit you, like waking up with a headache and a dry mouth. You do have the memory of pain, of how that unpleasant, searing sensation pulsed through you; but it's just a shadow now.
For those that are spiritually or magically sensitive, something is definitely wrong. Your senses feel a little dulled and constricted, like a weight is pressing down on you.
There are two exits to your compartment: one moving up the train towards First Class and the conductor, the other leading back, where you know there's at least one more passenger car behind you.
On each door, there is a glowing sigil of a watchful eye, an unwavering and unpleasant blue.
Rattle, rattle. Rattle, rattle.
Most of you feel . . . fine, physically unhurt, just maybe a little hungover from what just hit you, like waking up with a headache and a dry mouth. You do have the memory of pain, of how that unpleasant, searing sensation pulsed through you; but it's just a shadow now.
For those that are spiritually or magically sensitive, something is definitely wrong. Your senses feel a little dulled and constricted, like a weight is pressing down on you.
There are two exits to your compartment: one moving up the train towards First Class and the conductor, the other leading back, where you know there's at least one more passenger car behind you.
On each door, there is a glowing sigil of a watchful eye, an unwavering and unpleasant blue.
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it's connected to a window right. going to look at the window??]
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[FLAILING AND PULLING UP THAT FOOT but still standing on his other foot on the edge of the mouth. and now he's just focusing on trying to balance. which will be pretty hard if his foot is being chewed up]
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It grows a little brighter, the tongue glowing faintly blue, as it snaps at him again.
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[but, he steps back, and this time sticks his left arm down on it, since he's at least more used to losing blood there
what am i doing giving my blood to hell trains. this seems like a bad idea]
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The iris on the front door turns white, and the mouth purses, then spits out a marble, the same size as the door's pupil, at your chest. It's heavy, but it wasn't spat with TOO much force.
The mouth fades away. And as it does so, a word appears in gold in the white-framed window: gwbxn'c
It's worth noting that THAT door is still blocked with the green lasers, however.
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[he weakly rolls the marble his way, contemplating the word in the window]
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