[log] The Pit [open]

[snowblindmods]

Characters: Anyone participating in the Pit event.
Location: A room.
Date: Day 330
Summary: You wake up in a room.
Warnings: general warnings; potential for morbid/suicidal thoughts; note specific warnings in subject line, please!

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[spoileralert]

Remember the labyrinth? Statistics don't apply to pseudo-reality.

[deus_ex_phs]

[Other people are no doubt shouting at Steph now, too, as they realize what she's planning. Kunsel's too busy with his own yelling to focus on what they're saying, though.]

The hell they don't! You don't know what rules they're playing by here! No one does!

[spoileralert]

[ She huffs at him. Anyone else trying to dissuade her can yell all they like. Kunsel is the one with a grip on her wrist. She starts digging her nails into his hand, though the fabric of her gloves makes it less effective than it might be, and angling her legs against the wall to push downwards. ]

Thing is, Kuns, this is my decision, and I've made it. Now let go. I'm not afraid to take you with me.

[deus_ex_phs]

[It's not just her nails, it's not just her wriggling, it's not just the insanity in her words. It's not any one thing, but all of them together that makes Kunsel's grip start to break.]

Steph, no!

[Panic surges, and he twists himself, frantically trying to regain his grip.

A miscalculation. His own grip in Billy's hand slips. Caught off guard, his head whips around and he tries to grab back his hold - just a moment of splitting his attention, a moment of alarm, a moment with too many things happening. Unfortunately, a moment is all it takes.

He barely has time to register that Steph's gone, because he's falling, and then the darkness swallows him up.]