[HG-PBEM] Re: Welcome to the Dungeon
- From: "Dennis D. Kirkpatrick" <dkirkpat@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: <apaworks@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Thu, 22 May 2003 16:14:52 -0600 (MDT)
Robb Neumann said:
> "Your lizard seems to have escaped confinement," Tina said, flatly.
> "With any luck, it is no doubt mounting a rescue operation to free us
> from our prison."
She got up and kicked Carlie's foot, not really testing to see if she was
awake, but making sure she wasn't dead. Carlie's foot twitched, but
otherwise she was still out cold.
> The effects of the drug were strong, enough to make each step a little
> unsure, as if she were trying to walk across ice during an earthquake,
> but it wasn't the first time Tina had been drugged. A lot of strange
> things happened during the war. This wasn't new enough to surprise her.
Rohgen heard nothing but distorted voices. He shook his head to rid
himself of the after effects of the drugs. The effects did not shake lose
nor did his appearent bed-head hair. He tilted his head in his attempt to
focus on the green glowing blur in the corner. The waving glow brought on
the pain in his head. With a hand on his head and a groan escaping his
lips he sat up. "What hit me? I remember a sharp pointy dart hit my neck
but what gives with my head?" whined Rohgen. Rohgen shook his head again
and gave a few strong blinks of his blurry eyes.
> "You've been drugged, Rohgen," Tina answered. "It will pass quickly.
> Just try not to push yourself."
That was when Tina and Rohgen heard voices beyond the door, both sounded
male in tone. "Did you hear something?" one voice asked.
"No," the other responded.
There was a brief pause. "So, when do you think that they'll wake up?" the
first voice asked.
"They'll be sleeping for a long time, I figure," the other voice responded.
"I'm starving You want to catch a late night snack?" the first continued.
"Sure, let's go." With that footfalls on a stone floor started and then
soon faded away. Finally, the sound of another steel door being slammed
shut reverberated beyond the locked door.
> Tina scanned the room, taking care not to turn her head too quickly.
> She had a suspicion that if she did, even when she stopped her head,
> her vision would continue to circle, making her very sick.
>
> She moved, slowly, over to where the grate was located and moved her
> fingers along where the grate was embedded into the mortar, studying it
> for strength and durability. During the war, she and Sam would look
> for this sort of situation whenever they were trying to infiltrate a
> building. It was obvious, of course, but it frequently worked.
The mortar was old and cracked as Tina suspected. Judging by the size of
the opening, it seemed wide enough for even a GREL of her stature to crawl
through. A careful listen hinted that water was dripping into a larger
chamber not far past the grate, creating a long echo.
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