Slither Final

9:29:47 PM <•Teller|GM> "Dammit." The wheelchair has gotten caught on the side of the path for a third time. It takes two hard tugs before it corrects itself, metal scraping against brick in the process. Abby huffs, then resumes pushing her.
9:29:47 PM <•Teller|GM> "Why's the sidewalk like this, anyway?" she asks. After a short phone call out of Claire's earshot, the girl had decided to bring Claire to the familiar brick paths of Clatsop Community College. They're as bumpy and wheelchair unfriendly now as they were when she was attending classes here.
9:29:47 PM <•Teller|GM> Claire's not exactly sure what they're doing here, but at least it's a direction. ||
9:34:14 PM <tubes|Slither> Claire winces as her bruised tailbone suffers yet another indignity, just one of many she's sure sure are soon to come.
9:38:11 PM <tubes|Slither> She'd asked that same question of the administration more than once, but had never gotten a satisfactory answer. Either way, she doesn't have one to give to Abby.
9:39:58 PM FossilLord → FossDrive
9:40:31 PM <tubes|Slither> She feels stuck between keeping her mouth shut and avoiding reprise, or attempting to supply an answer and suffering reprise for it, and ultimately ends up mumbling a "dunno."
9:42:28 PM <tubes|Slither> The panic has hardened into a sort of bleak numbness, and Claire's finding it hard to think about anything other than how stupid she is and how doomed she wa from the start. ||
9:51:23 PM <•Teller|GM> "I'd just carry you, but then people would look at us weird," Abby says. Not that people aren't /already/ looking at the little girl pushing the cripple through their campus weird, but nobody stops them. "Hey, where's Towel Hall?"
9:51:23 PM <•Teller|GM> It takes a few seconds for logic to penetrate Claire's numbness. She has to mean Towler hall - it's one of the older and less frequented buildings on the small campus, but she remembers having a handful of chemistry classes there. ||
9:56:37 PM <tubes|Slither> She probably has to answer that one, Claire thinks, but it still takes her a few moments to process and then actually figure out where they need to go.
9:56:37 PM <tubes|Slither> "P-probably over, um, that way." She points. ||
10:04:25 PM Feastus → FaustAndAbout
10:05:14 PM <•Teller|GM> Abby swivels the chair and rolls her in the pointed direction. It's a short trip from their current position, and in short order they're standing in front of the short and wide science building. There are three middle-aged men sitting on the steps, smoking and talking. One of them half-laughs when they roll up, but catches himself and inexpertly disguises it
10:05:14 PM <•Teller|GM> as a cough.
10:05:14 PM <•Teller|GM> "Yo. Sorry, wasn't excepting-" he says apologetically, waving his cigarette in their direction. "Anyway. What're you girls doing out here?"
10:05:14 PM <•Teller|GM> "Stuff," Abby answers, hostilely and unhelpfully. ||
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10:08:29 PM <tubes|Slither> Claire just keeps quiet. She doesn't have any idea what's going on here, nor does she want to know. She'll probably find out soon enough. It's not like knowing sooner was going to make the rest of...the rest of her life, suck any less. ||
10:09:35 PM FossDrive → Fossil
10:12:05 PM <•Teller|GM> "Just asking. It's not really safe to be out by yourself at night," the man says, a note of fatherly concern in his voice. Especially for a little girl and a woman in a wheelchair, he doesn't add.
10:12:05 PM <•Teller|GM> "None of your business," Abby says. The man ignores her and focuses on Claire...who probably at least looks like the adult in this situation, even if she doesn't feel like one at the moment. ||
10:16:47 PM <tubes|Slither> I...What? Why is he looking at her? Why does this keep happening? She doesn't even know where the fuck they're going! And why are these guys out here at whatever-o-clock anyway? Fuck! The frustration and anger from earlier is starting to rise up again, but Claire stamps it back down, fearful of consequences.
10:16:48 PM <tubes|Slither> What comes out is a meek "I, um, we're fine." ||
10:31:07 PM <•Teller|GM> "You don't seem fine," the man comments idly.
10:31:07 PM <•Teller|GM> "Fuck off!" Abby snaps. Her voice is a little shrill, and one of the other men laughs a little. This only makes her angrier. "Go away, or else!"
10:31:07 PM <•Teller|GM> "Go away?" the second man asks incredulously. "Or else? Whatever, kid."
10:31:07 PM <•Teller|GM> Abby takes a step forward, hands raised, and-
10:31:07 PM <•Teller|GM> A knife whistles through the air, passing dangerously close to Abby before embedding in the brick wall of the building near the first man's head. Everyone pauses.
10:31:07 PM <•Teller|GM> "She said fuck off." Dark Reprise's all black costume is barely visible until she steps into the light in front of the building, playing with a second knife in her hand. It's a dramatic entrance, but not an unwelcome one.
10:31:07 PM <•Teller|GM> The three men waste no time in scrambling to their feet and hurrying away up the sidewalk. Dark Reprise mimes aiming the knife at one of their retreating backs, then laughs nastily and slides it up her sleeve.
10:31:07 PM <•Teller|GM> "Sup," she says. ||
10:36:03 PM <tubes|Slither> Well, he wasn't wrong, and oh crap, what should she do, Abby was gonna do something to that guy for sure, and-
10:36:03 PM <tubes|Slither> "Jesus!" Claire startles as the knife whips by, oh fuck, now what-
10:36:03 PM <tubes|Slither> Oh, it was just Dark Reprise.
10:36:03 PM <tubes|Slither> ...Claire has no idea how this bodes for her.
10:36:03 PM <tubes|Slither> "Uh, hi," She responds awkwardly.
10:41:17 PM <tubes|Slither> ||
10:46:32 PM <•Teller|GM> Abby's response is much more enthusiastic; she hurtles through the air and leaps excitedly onto her back, laughing. Dark Reprise makes a strangled sound and nearly falls over.
10:46:32 PM <•Teller|GM> "Fucking shit, that hurts," she complains, shifting Abby to a more comfortable position. She grasps the handles of Claire's wheelchair and slowly pushes her around the side of the building. ||
10:55:27 PM <tubes|Slither> Great, now there were two of them there, this was going to make things a lot harder-
10:55:27 PM <tubes|Slither> Claire shakes her head, trying not to think of things. Or think at all. That's how she'd gotten here in the first place. If she'd just shut up-
10:55:27 PM <tubes|Slither> That wasn't useful either, so claire just sit there and lets herself be hauled around, not as though she had much choice in the matter.
10:55:27 PM <tubes|Slither> She can't even just wish for this day to be over, since she had more of this to look forward to tomorrow, and then the next day, and the next day, and the next day...||
11:02:07 PM <•Teller|GM> Dark Reprise takes a moment to catch her breath around the side of the building, then raises her hand. One of the higher up windows slides open. Dark Reprise turns to look at Claire.
11:02:07 PM <•Teller|GM> "Sorry, didn't do one of the lower ones, and S is anal about not breaking in here, so..." she says. "I guess I could carry you up."
11:02:07 PM <•Teller|GM> "I'll do it!" Abby says brightly. She swings off of Dark Reprise's shoulders and lands heavily on Claire's lap. "Grab on!" ||
11:03:57 PM <tubes|Slither> Claire would rather sit here and sleep out in front of the building than trust Abby with anything, but she doesn't see that she has much choice in the matter. She grabs on. ||
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11:25:14 PM <•Teller|GM> Abby peels off her gloves, uncovering sharp metal fingers. She hops off the wheelchair, pulling Claire out of her seat as well - and because Abby is shorter than she is, her legs end up dragged across the grass as Abby walks up over the wall.
11:25:14 PM <•Teller|GM> They ascend, precariously and then surely, foot by foot. Abby supports them with her hands alone, digging her fingers into the cracks in the bricks, while Claire dangles against her unexpectedly hard torso. Her face is pressed into Abby's back, and she can smell the faint mixture of body odor and alcohol.
11:25:14 PM <•Teller|GM> Abby grabs the edge of the window with one hand, Claire's wrist with the other, then hauls both of them into the building. Their landing is hard tile, but that doesn't stop Abby from laughing.
11:25:14 PM <•Teller|GM> Dark Reprise floats through the window behind them, holding Claire's folded up wheelchair under one arm. "So, it's pretty shitty, but it's a place to crash while you figure your shit out. Beggars, choosers, wanted murderers, ya know."
11:25:14 PM <•Teller|GM> It looks like a disused classroom. There's a whiteboard and a podium on one end of the room, and the other is crammed with chairs, desks, and all manner of random furniture. The door is barricaded by a large cabinet, and a battered table and dusty sofa feature prominently in the center of the room. ||
11:25:28 PM Nick|GM → Nick, CG|Spotlight → ColdGold
11:29:28 PM <tubes|Slither> Yes, because threatening to stab people on the the way into to a public building was the epitome of low key.
11:29:28 PM <tubes|Slither> "...I haven't killed anyone." Claire says, petulantly.
11:29:28 PM <tubes|Slither> 'Yet' a little voice in the back of her head whispers. ||
11:39:00 PM Fossil → FossAsleep
11:40:55 PM <•Teller|GM> "I was talking about Abby," Dark Reprise points out. "And you haven't? Whatever. Nobody's going to bother you. There's a fridge over there somewhere...bathroom and shit's downstairs."
11:40:55 PM <•Teller|GM> She pulls a pair of cheap flip phones out of her pocket. "Take these, text if anything happens. You have the run of the building when classes are over, so like...nine or ten each night. Until then, stay quiet. Pretend you're Anne Frank and you'll be fine."
11:40:55 PM <•Teller|GM> "Who's Anne Frank?" Abby asks curiously, picking up one of the phones and turning it over in her hands.
11:40:55 PM <•Teller|GM> "A Jew who died in the holocaust," Dark Reprise says. "Claire will explain, I gotta go."
11:40:55 PM <•Teller|GM> She takes a step towards the window, but stumbles and only barely manages to catch herself by grabbing the edge of a desk. She draws in air sharply between her teeth. "Fuck fuck fuck. Nevermind. Gimme a few minutes."
11:40:55 PM <•Teller|GM> She limps over to the couch and plops down heavily, holding her side. ||
11:46:39 PM FaustAndAbout → Faustus
11:52:00 PM <tubes|Slither> This was the plan? Camp out in an barely-used classroom when school was closed? Fuck, and she'd been hoping for three hots and a cot. Couldn't even get that. Claire turns into her snake form and slithers over to retrieve the phone, but can't help but spare a stare and a squint at Dark Reprise when she makes the 'Anne Frank' comment. Seriously? Some things weren't okay to say, even if you
11:52:00 PM <tubes|Slither> were a supervillain. Claire makes plans to avoid discussing the holocaust however possible - it'd probably give Abby ideas.
11:52:00 PM <tubes|Slither> She tracks as Dark Reprise flops on the couch, phone momentarily forgotten. "Um, are you okay?" ||
11:55:48 PM <•Teller|GM> "Hey!" Abby snaps suddenly, looking up from her phone. "No using your snake form unless I tell you to. Turn back, /now/."
11:55:48 PM <•Teller|GM> "I'm fine," Dark Reprise says dismissively, though her voice is clearly pained. "Like I said, just need a second." ||

Tuesday, May 9th, 2017
12:03:19 AM <tubes|Slither> Claire looks at Abby for half a second, fear and anger fighting each other - but the fear wins. This time. She sits down on the floor and switches back. It takes her another moment to keep from just curling up on the floor, but she manages it.
12:03:19 AM <tubes|Slither> "I, um, are you sure? I, I can look at it, um, if you want." Claire's not really sure what she could actually do for it, in this dusty science lab, but Dark Reprise had been okay, she guesses. ||
12:09:04 AM <•Teller|GM> ((Social roll, please, tubes|Slither.))
12:09:21 AM <tubes|Slither> $roll 1d6+1
12:09:21 AM <•[ATM]> tubes|Slither [2] +1 = 3
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12:18:44 AM <•Teller|GM> Dark Reprise doesn't say anything for a few seconds, then climbs to her feet laboriously. "Said...I'm fine." Her tone becomes mocking. "What, don't you have better things to worry about than trying to get me out of my clothes?"
12:18:44 AM <•Teller|GM> She walks over to the window again without waiting for a response. Her leg is held stiffly, but this time she doesn't fall. "Oh yeah, Abby, gimme Michael's phone."
12:18:44 AM <•Teller|GM> Abby pulls out the phone and, surely expression on her face, throws it to Dark Reprise. The teenager deftly snags it, then rubs her arm. "See ya." ||
12:22:03 AM <tubes|Slither> Claire wants to act exasperated, but instead just hunkers down, looking at the floor. She tries to arrange her unresponsive legs into a more comfortable position. Why should she even be thinking about helping other people? She couldn't even help herself. ||
12:28:52 AM <•Teller|GM> Dark Reprise floats out the window. It shuts and latches in her wake, leaving them alone. Abby sighs. "Are you tired? I'm wide awake."
12:28:52 AM <•Teller|GM> She walks over to the mini fridge, opens it and pokes her head inside, then shuts it. She eyes the computer monitor sitting on the podium. ||
12:36:43 AM <tubes|Slither> Claire was extremely tired - she'd grabbed a bare few hours of interrupted sleep at the PRT HQ, and the night before that had been fitful and unpleasant at best. But her thoughts were a dark swirl that wouldn't let her rest and she didn't want to go to sleep before Abby; she's sure it'll just lead to her getting woken up in an hour or two, for some inane reason, or maybe just so the little
12:36:44 AM <tubes|Slither> psychopath could get kicks out of making her even more miserable.
12:36:44 AM <tubes|Slither> Still, Claire lies down on the floor, not seeing any reason to pretend to be dignified, not willing to risk another reprise just to get to the couch.
12:36:44 AM <tubes|Slither> "Not really," Claire mumbles. ||
12:44:54 AM <•Teller|GM> Abby bounces over to the podium and drops to her knees to root around beneath it. "Good. I have some work I wanna do, and you have to be awake for it." ||
12:48:25 AM <tubes|Slither> Claire's heart skips a beat. She wonders if it's too late to claim she's tired after all. Would that even make Abby stop? Probably not. She's sorry she ever even though this was a good deal. Fucking Seachange. She should have listend to Shakesphere and stayed in bed. Should have stayed in bed instead of taking that stupid fucking taxi back to her parent's house, too.
12:48:25 AM <tubes|Slither> "I-" Claire begins, but falters. "Wh...what kind of, um...work." ||
12:52:37 AM <•Teller|GM> "I told you earlier," Abby says. She emerges from beneath the podium holding a bundle of gutted computer parts and wires. "I'm going to put a speaker in your head, so I can talk to you whenever I want." ||
12:54:42 AM <tubes|Slither> What.
12:54:42 AM <tubes|Slither> "No. No way." Claire says, before she can even think about it. Her stupid, useless legs were one thing. She was not letting Abby mess around inside her skull. ||
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12:59:58 AM <•Teller|GM> Abby narrows her eyes at her. A brief second of blinding pain shoots through her legs, vanishing as quickly as it arrives.
12:59:58 AM <•Teller|GM> "No! I wasn't /asking/ you," she says, stomping her foot angrily. "You're /getting/ a speaker, because I /said/ you're getting a speaker! Got it?" ||
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1:13:26 AM <tubes|Slither> Claire winces as the pain shoots through her. She's sitting upright now, the dark cloud of her misery dispersed in the face of a more immediate threat. She runs through everything she can think of that might possibly dissuade Abby - and there isn't anything. She'd turned herself into the police and Abby had come and got her, on pain of death. Claire doesn't know much about Abby's power
1:13:27 AM <tubes|Slither> other than the robot limbs, but if she could put a speaker in her head...Surely it was only a matter of time before she decided to make improvements elsewhere.
1:13:27 AM <tubes|Slither> What the hell was she supposed to do? She wasn't some kind of, of, of fucking puppet! Was it her fucking destiny or something? She'd tried everything she could to get away from that. Everything!
1:13:27 AM <tubes|Slither> ...
1:13:27 AM <tubes|Slither> Not everything. Claire remember's Katja's predictions. You know what? Fine. If that's what it took. Tears well up at the edges of her eyes, clenched shut tightly, but she forces them back down. All the self-loathing is gone now, replaced with certainty.
1:13:29 AM <tubes|Slither> A haphazard plan begins to form in her mind.
1:13:30 AM <tubes|Slither> "Y-yes." She mumbles in response, fists clenched tightly. She'd play along until Abby dropped her guard to start the surgery stuff, and then she'd use her power, and, and, and-
1:13:31 AM <tubes|Slither> Then she'd strike. ||
1:14:05 AM <tubes|Slither> --||
1:14:33 AM <tubes|Slither> There was only one way out of this, only one way where she'd finally, /finally/ have control of her life back: /Abby Rinaldi must die./ ||
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1:22:54 AM <•Teller|GM> Abby seems calmed by the obedience. She walks across the floor and drops into a crouch next to her. "That's better."
1:22:54 AM <•Teller|GM> She places one metal hand gently on her forehead, and begins deftly picking through the assorted parts with the other. "It's not even a big deal. Me and Alex have one. There's also this thing that I put in your throat so you can talk really quietly and I'll still hear you..." ||
1:27:14 AM <tubes|Slither> Claire switches to her snake form, and goes for Abby's eyes, claw-first. She'll drive straight through them and into her skull if she can. ||
1:29:38 AM <•Teller|GM> ((Two Dex rolls, please.))
1:30:20 AM <tubes|Slither> ((any bonuses?))
1:30:36 AM <•Teller|GM> ((Base. Abby has penalty.))
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1:30:44 AM <tubes|Slither> $roll 1d6 dex
1:30:44 AM <•[ATM]> tubes|Slither "dex" [5]  = 5
1:30:46 AM <tubes|Slither> $roll 1d6 dex
1:30:46 AM <•[ATM]> tubes|Slither "dex" [1]  = 1
1:31:47 AM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6 AA
1:31:48 AM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "AA" [4]  = 4
1:32:02 AM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6 AW
1:32:02 AM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "AW" [3]  = 3
1:39:56 AM <•Teller|GM> Abby doesn't have time to speak before Claire is on her. The snake form is still solid enough to bowl the girl to the ground, and she stabs her claws into her face before she can do anything to defend herself. There are no marks on her, but she gives a loud cry of pain. Blood is trickling out of her nose and welling up at the edges her eyes as if they were
1:39:56 AM <•Teller|GM> teardrops.
1:39:56 AM <•Teller|GM> Claire's second attack stabs into Abby's metal arms as she brings them up to guard her face. She curls into a ball and screams something else, speech this time, but the words are incoherent. ||
1:45:22 AM <tubes|Slither> Claire doesn't know what parts of Abby are metal and what aren't - but she'd gotten a pretty good grade in Anatomy and Physiology.
1:45:22 AM <tubes|Slither> Her face protected by the metal arms, Claire makes a swipe at her unprotected throat, slashing at it before attempting the same drive through she'd done on the eyes from below. ||
1:45:48 AM <•Teller|GM> ((Three Dex rolls, please.))
1:46:00 AM <tubes|Slither> $roll 1d6 dex
1:46:00 AM <•[ATM]> tubes|Slither "dex" [5]  = 5
1:46:01 AM <tubes|Slither> $roll 1d6 dex
1:46:01 AM <•[ATM]> tubes|Slither "dex" [3]  = 3
1:46:01 AM <tubes|Slither> $roll 1d6 dex
1:46:02 AM <•[ATM]> tubes|Slither "dex" [1]  = 1
1:47:04 AM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6+2 ATB
1:47:04 AM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "ATB" [1] +2 = 3
1:47:12 AM <•Teller|GM> ((Brawn roll, please.))
1:47:32 AM <tubes|Slither> ((does the snake form change it from her regular?))
1:47:49 AM <•Teller|GM> ((It's the same.))
1:47:53 AM Druza|bed → Druza
1:47:54 AM <tubes|Slither> $roll 1d6+1 brawn
1:47:54 AM <•[ATM]> tubes|Slither "brawn" [6] +1 = 7
1:48:07 AM <•Teller|GM> $roll 3d6 AW
1:48:07 AM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "AW" [4] [1] [5]  = 10
1:54:21 AM <•Teller|GM> "YOU DIE!" Abby howls. "YOU'LLHLKGKK-"
1:54:21 AM <•Teller|GM> Whatever she was going to say is cut off by gurgling as Claire slashes at her throat. Abby's shirt bursts open, revealing a metal chestplate and waving mechanical tentacles. They grab and push at her, but pass through her - she's nearly intangible at this point.
1:54:21 AM <•Teller|GM> Flames shoot out of Abby's hands, but that's of no concern to her. Power courses through her hands and her claws as Abby's blood pools on the floor beneath them. ||
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2:04:50 AM <tubes|Slither> Claire's screaming now too, every single outburst of rage, of terror, of fear that she's experienced over the past two weeks, over the past two years, even. Metal below the throat. That was good to know.
2:04:50 AM <tubes|Slither> Claire continues her mad assault on Abby's neck and head. ||
2:05:48 AM <•Teller|GM> ((Four Dex rolls, please.))
2:06:06 AM <tubes|Slither> $roll 4d6 dex
2:06:06 AM <•[ATM]> tubes|Slither "dex" [3] [4] [5] [1]  = 13
2:06:47 AM <•Teller|GM> $roll 4d6! AW
2:06:47 AM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "AW" [1] [5] [2] [2] = 1, 5, 2, 2
2:11:16 AM <•Teller|GM> Abby continues to flail and fight, fire scorching the ceiling above them and tentacles slamming uselessly against the couch and table. Then Claire lands a decisive hit on her spine or her brain or /somewhere/ - it's hard to tell with this power - and all of Abby's limbs go stiff a once. Then she goes limp, everything flopping to the ground at once,
2:11:16 AM <•Teller|GM> flamethrowers still pouring across fire across the tiled floor. ||
2:11:53 AM <•Teller|GM> ((*still pouring fire))
2:29:32 AM <tubes|Slither> It takes Claire another few moments to realize the fight is over, as she continues to scream and slash. Then it takes Claire another few moments to realize she herself isn't dead or about to die as she just...sits there. She waits a few moments to see if the body - underneath? Inside? - her snake-form reacts.
2:29:32 AM <tubes|Slither> After another few seconds, she takes a claw and shoves it straight through Abby's forehead. Just to make sure. ||
2:33:28 AM <•Teller|GM> Abby remains unmoving, blood trickling out of her eyes, her ears, her mouth...pretty much everywhere except where she'd slashed her. The flamethrowers in her arms eventually click off, leaving her only with the light of a gently burning desk to see her dead tormentor in. ||
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2:39:48 AM <tubes|Slither> ...
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2:56:25 AM <tubes|Slither> Claire begins to laugh. It's more of a hissing and hacking noise than a laugh in her snake form, but that was it. She was dead. D-E-A-D. Finished. Done. Six feet under. Belly up. Pushing up daisies.
2:56:25 AM <tubes|Slither> Why hadn't anyone told her it was so fucking /easy/?
2:56:25 AM <tubes|Slither> Oh sure, there'd been a fight, but Superstition had spoken of regret, of going back, of being stuck...and all Claire could think of was that she was free. She'd tried, and tried, and tried, and where had she gotten? Back with some jerk claiming they were in charge of her. Katja was right! What was it that she'd said? It was all bound to happen, sooner or later? Well, Shakesphere was dead,
2:56:25 AM <tubes|Slither> and Seachange was in jail..why not Claire as a killer? She'd tried, hadn't she? She'd /tried/. But she'd never had any other choice, she sees now. It was like some great big rollercoaster, all spiraling and looping down from that, fucking, awful day, when fuck, she'd though she'd had an excuse to stay home and watch, watch, fucking Days of Our Lives.
2:56:26 AM <tubes|Slither> Ha. Ha. Hahahahaha. Well. Fuck 'em. Claire doesn't know who them is, but she's sure as hell ready to find out. Hahahahahaha. She was /fucking dead/. Couldn't bother her anymore. Not one bit. Why hadn't Claire seen it before? Abby had been doing it to her /the whole time/. And now she couldn't! It was just that easy.
2:56:27 AM <tubes|Slither> ...
2:56:28 AM <tubes|Slither> Damn. That desk was on fire. Claire tries to force some rational thought through her practically intoxicated state. What were Dark Reprise and Superstition going to say? Did it matter? Did she care? W
2:56:29 AM <tubes|Slither> as this building going to burn down? Did she care? Fuck, did Abby have a deadman's switch of some kind?
2:56:30 AM <tubes|Slither> Claire watches the fires for a moment, trying to decide if they're going to spread. ||
3:10:33 AM <•Teller|GM> A few short seconds later, it turns out not to matter whether the fire spreads or not.
3:10:33 AM <•Teller|GM> Her intangibility is the only thing that saves her when Abby explodes.
3:10:33 AM <•Teller|GM> The blast is massive, blinding, deafening. She doesn't feel the force or the heat as it passes through her, but she does feel as the floor gives way beneath her, as she flips and tumbles into the room below. Maybe the room below /that/ - it's impossible to tell in the cacophonous chaos. She hits a solid surface, rolls. Rubble is falling through her, and
3:10:33 AM <•Teller|GM> she's not sure what happens if she moves while something's inside of her...
3:10:33 AM <•Teller|GM> The world rumbles to a slow stop. There's faint orange light shining through the dust - she's in what looks like a boiler room, surrounded by waist high debris. She can only just make out the jagged twin holes in the floors above.
3:10:33 AM <•Teller|GM> She's hurt, but nowhere near as badly as it feels like she should be. Her tail aches where she landed on it. A splintered two-by-four intersects her harmlessly. ||
3:23:45 AM <tubes|Slither> Claire lies there a moment, mumbling and groaning, though she's certainly confident in her power now. After she collects herself, She just lays there for a moment, giggling. Abby was gone. Extra-violently even. Hadn't even needed to worry about getting rid of the body. And she was still here. Why had she ever thought it was mpore complicated?
3:23:45 AM <tubes|Slither> Claire makes a slow effort to move out of the way of all the various bits of debris intersecting her, before taking stock of her surroundings. ||
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3:30:22 AM <•Teller|GM> She slowly slides away from the debris and over to a clear patch of floor. Abby's bomb has surely destroyed much of the rooms above, but the structural damage down wherever she is is minimal. There's some machinery in the corner - she's not sure what for - and rubble litters the area in a rough circle around her. There's a mostly blocked hallway in front of
3:30:22 AM <•Teller|GM> her, and to her right is a staircase. ||
3:32:39 AM <tubes|Slither> Claire takes the staircase, trying to get a purview of the area. It briefly registers that her wheelchair and everything on it was probably destroyed.
3:32:39 AM <tubes|Slither> Hopefully that was the funeral Shakesphere deserved. ||
3:40:03 AM <•Teller|GM> He'd probably have something meaningful to say, but Claire can't think of what it would be.
3:40:03 AM <•Teller|GM> She pushes her way over debris, actually feeling the scrapes and bumps now that she's in motion. She uses her  arms as much as her tail as she makes her way over to and up the staircase, pulling her body over humps that her legless form can't manage.
3:40:03 AM <•Teller|GM> The door's locked, but this side has the of the lock has the knob, thankfully. She pushes her way into the dust filled hallway above. This area of the building is familiar enough...first floor, chem class was over /there/, so exits would be...to her left or straight ahead. ||
3:42:02 AM <tubes|Slither> Claire pushes straight ahead, wanting to get out of the building, before thinking or deciding on anything else. ||
3:42:51 AM ↔ Nonagon nipped out
3:45:27 AM <•Teller|GM> She slithers out into the night. She's alone, except for a far off golf cart driving towards the building. CCC security, probably. She doesn't know why they have golf carts; the campus isn't even that big. ||
3:47:18 AM <tubes|Slither> Claire looks for a bench to sit on, just for a moment. Even though her snake form wasn't that good at sitting. ||
3:50:53 AM <•Teller|GM> She finds one easily enough and settles down on it awkwardly, weight resting on what 'should' be her rear but feels more like the center of her spine. From a distance, she can see the blasted out window and the hole in the wall of Towler Hall. Smoke pours freely from it. ||
3:58:12 AM <tubes|Slither> The fire department would be here soon enough, she figures. Claire just sits there for a moment, feeling equal parts lost and invincible. She'd killed the boogeyman, whatever form it had taken (a little girl, something whispers) and now she felt...free. Happy. She felt like...Claire.
3:58:13 AM <tubes|Slither> She switches back, before the courage leaves her. ||
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4:17:28 AM <•Teller|GM> She's herself again, her real self. She feels light, unburdened. There's a tug on her sleeve, and the sensation of someone lightly squeezing her hand. Hoping.
4:17:28 AM <•Teller|GM> It all lasts a few precious moments before the explosion comes. There's no pain, for Claire, no time to even register it. Only a final sort of peace. ||
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