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Crack in the Walls: Dorm 3

Who: Anyone either involved in the Dorm 3 Quest or for those wanting to shelter in Dorm 3. You can shelter there without being involved in the questing.
What: Dorm 3 as an Emergency Shelter/trying to get things turned back on.
Where: Dorm 3 and the tunnels below.
When: June 13-onward.
Notes: For the first three days feel free to make normal just being locked in a shelter things. The actual questing stuff will happen in closed threads.
Warnings: Sirens, blood, gore, creepy monster elements.

The alarms have sounded and people have begun to move. Everyone knows about getting to the closest shelter. For the most part, this is an orderly move, but there is some panicking. The council and various npcs are out shouting for people to get a move on. Water is coming in rapidly. When the alarm first sounds it’s up to people’s ankles, and then when the final alarm rings and the doors start to close, it’s up to the average person’s knees. Once the outer door is sealed, there’s feedback and communication is off.

John has never liked Dorm 3, it always gives her the willies, which when you’re a ghost, is something that really shouldn’t happen. But she was bringing supplies to Dorm 3 when the alarm goes out, and being as she’s a doctor, she’s just going to be over here taking charge if you don’t mind. Getting people into the large gym-like area, John does her best to remind people to set up food and sleeping supplies, but let’s be honest, she’s a ghost and she doesn’t always think of food and sleeping and fun.

Besides, there’s the giggling and the feeling watched that’s present from even when the first siren went off and before it. It continues in the night, and the power flickers here more often than the rest does.

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In the middle of the night, on the third day, John rounds people up, waking them with a cold touch. “The Sphere needs you,” she whispers, “we need you.” Leading them in the middle of the night by flashlight to the door the door to the basement, she just whispers softly. “You need to go down and find the access door into the tunnels, and then you need to find the paneling to turn it on. What ever is down here? It’s not ghosts so be careful.” Handing them each their packs, John frowns quickly. “Seriously, be safe.”

For the past while, Mera has been running around looking for leaks, bringing people to the safe zones and helping to organize supplies. If she were completely honest (and she was), she'd barely made it through the doors herself.

Part of her still wonders if it would have been fine if she hadn't. It would have been one more place open, and it wasn't as if she couldn't survive underwater. The problem would have been food.

Still, it was probably good she was here. She was a natural leader and understood times of crisis. It didn't surprise her when on the third day John woke her, the dead woman's words, however, did. The words were rushed and seemed rather dramatic, but she followed.

"Has anyone been down here before?"

Enis followed the ghost child to the doorway and stopped. Written across the top of the panel was a question and it was written in blood.

'what would you willingly sacrifice'

She didn't speak. She wasn't the kind of person to prattle on endlessly and she already had a sense about this dome from the last three nights of being trapped within its walls. It was cursed. Something about this dome made her human side uneasy, luckily, the programming overrode that. If their survival was dependent on it, then she would go. Not for herself. Enis didn't care if she made it out of here alive but there were children and mothers trapped within the dorm. She couldn't leave them.

She slipped the pack over her shoulder and then pulled a small combat knife from her boot and a flash light.

"I don't think anyone who's been down here has gotten out. Be ready to fight and let's go. If what we need is down there then we're wasting time up here." Enis turned on the flash light and headed towards the door without another word. She was going to plan for the worst and hopefully this didn't completely suck.

Having been in Dorm 3 helping with set-up when the alarms went off, Carol spends the first three days helping to attend to others. She helps out with children the most, finding herself calmed down largely by helping to keep them calm.

When John wakes them, she blearily follows the others. It's some comfort to know they won't be encountering ghosts, but on the other hand, their unknown foe could be worse. The question at the door is hard to miss.

"I know time is of the essence, but we should probably try and stay quiet," she whispers. "It would be best to see who or what we're up against before they see us." She draws her knife, slipping her fingers through the rings on the handle and gripping it tightly, ready for whatever comes her way.

Loki has only recently pinned himself as a savior, and that was only of his own people. The dorm here had seemed a reasonable place to take up residence for the time being, as it was quiet and secluded, two things he valued. What he hadn't expected was being awoken in the middle of the night to be handed a bag and coined a hero. He barely noticed the chill of John's touch, but he did join the others dutifully, a slow smile spreading across his lips. He enjoyed peace and solitude, certainly, but loved chaotic excitement even more.

"I believe Enis is right. No one who had come this way has returned. Whatever is here will not see us, though, I can assure you that, provided you stay near me." He wouldn't be wasting his attention keeping track of those who wandered off.

Mera isn't one to question someone when they seem so confident in their beliefs, after all, everyone thought the trident of Atlan was a myth, and she believed in that.

Her more significant concerns were these people and the potential of water leaking in; she could smell the salinity from here. Not that she had to worry much about Loki. Arthur had said something about the man being a god. The others, well, they seemed mortal enough. She made her way toward the front, but as Loki had advised, close to him.

Enis had taken the lead and hadn't waited for those trailing behind her. By her estimation, the rest of the group was only a yard back. Her slim figure was visible but silhouetted by the beam of her flashlight.

Her sensors flared to life while a series of protocols began to boot up. A soft whirling echoed through her head and her vibrant blue eyes became stained red.

The path was quickly flooded with water making any attempt to be silent nearly impossible. Ripples expanded out from them, crashing together as each step created another arc. She lowered her voice to answer Carol but it seemed to be a pointless endeavor. "I don't think it's possible to be silent." It was impractical to think they could hide their presence but Enis's movements were calculated and measured. She made as little disturbance as possible while keeping up a steady pace.

That was when she heard it. The sound was sweet and alluring though Enis couldn't place the notes. It hazed and drew in the human side of her mind while her systems flashed a red warning that something was wrong. "Wait." Enis gasped. Her mind and her mechanics were fighting and while her mind usually lost, the struggle was painful.

"Something is here. I can hear it." Enis turned and tried to stop the procession before they got too close. It didn't matter because a second later she felt something curl around her ankle and pull her beneath the water.

Carol sticks close to Loki and Mera, realizing her attempt at staying quiet was futile as Enis voiced it. The inability to see what was in the water is a huge concern, though. Walkers she could handle easily enough, but whatever was in here was an unknown entity, and that was just as dangerous as the leak.

As they walk, a sense of calm falls over her. She wants to keep going forward and find the source of this calmness. It takes Enis stopping them and pointing out she can hear whatever is with them for Carol to realize that she's hearing a song.

And then Enis is pulled under.

Carol is immediately in fight mode, knife up and ready, eyes searching for the assailant as she stands still. "What was that?"

Loki rolls his eyes at the girl as she tromps ahead. If she'd stayed in his cloak of silence, the odds would have stayed in her favor. Still, he couldn't worry about all of them. If she wanted to stride off into the unknown, then it was her funeral-

-and then she was dragged under, nearly faster than his eyes could track. Instinct brought the spell to mind that conjured his daggers in his hands and he held up a hand. "I really have no idea."

And then he looked back to Mera. "I assume your Atlantean physiology grants you more than the ability to breath underwater? Good." He nods, not waiting for an answer. "If you can see in that gloom, I suggest running after her. I'll follow." He looks to Carol, then. "And while I do so, my attention won't be here. If anything happens to my body while I'm projecting, I'm holding you personally responsible. Whatever it is, I suggest we lure them to the shallows as best we can." He looks to Mera, "That leave the rescue of our idiotic damsel to you. Can you manage?"

The lull of the music seemed off. Drug-like even. It wasn't something that Mera had ever heard before, but it was certainly out of place in a place such as this. That meant it was some form of a trap - she just couldn't pin what kind of trap it was just yet.

Mentally, that's where she was when Enis was dragged under; in her head and focusing far too strongly on the song and how it was a trap to be fully affected by it. The noise and speed of what happened snapped her back to reality and before Loki started talking her eyes were already glowing a bright irridecent blue - far too bright for the darkened chamber they'd walked into. What looks almost like a blue mist begins to escape from her palms and fingertips and the water seems to shudder, agitating more and more as she concentrates. Slowly, the water begins to part before it begins to seem to cling to the walls in large columns, leaving a few of it's inhabitants flat against the ground.

"Go get her, and stop that singing." It's not that she's struggling, but her voice sounds strained. Holding a conversation while using her powers isn't something she does every day.

A choking darkness surrounded Enis as she's pulled beneath the water. A single breath held in her lungs but within seconds her throat began to burn and her body began to ache for air. Her head whirled and suddenly the creature pulling her into the water wasn't her biggest obstacle.

Danger. Body temperature dropping. Oxygen levels low.

Override Initiated.

Audio Systems Muted.

Enis opened her eyes just as the water around her began to curl and shift, creating an unnatural path at the center of the tunnel.

Recalculating.

She twisted her torso, letting her legs remain in place as the unidentified creature clung to her ankle. Enis's torso rolled into the air but didn't bother to signal to those behind her. Not with the creature still affixed to her leg.

Her free palm rested on the cool tunnel floor and twisting her body like a cat, she flipped the creature out of the water and onto the dry floor. It flopped like a fish and for the first time they got a look at their attackers. Enis still held the combat blade in her hand and she mechanically slit the throat of the creature, cutting off its song.

There were more and until Loki or others joined her at the front of the path, Enis was unfortunately their target and wildly out numbered.

To those who could see her. Her once vibrant blue eyes had turned blood red.

As Mera's eyes glow, Carol watches. She tries not to seem too in awe, but when the water begins to part, she can't help but think of the story of Moses and how God had parted the Red Sea for the Israelites to escape Egypt.

It's miraculous. This woman must be something of a goddess.

Then the swift motions of combat draw her eyes to Enis, and as more creatures rush for the girl, Carol runs forward to help. She thrusts the blade of her knife right into a creature's eye. They aren't the dead, but a knife to the brain will take care of any sentient being. With that in mind, she pulls the knife free and turns her attention to the next closest creature.

Well, a parting of the seas was as good a way of dealing with the thread as his had been, and afforded Enis the ability to breathe. He'd never seen creatures quite like these before, but he sprang to action alongside Carol, his gleaming Asgardian steel daggers springing into existence in his hand with a flick of his wrists as he rushes the creatures. Speed and agility are on his side, but their song starts to slow his movements even before he sees it for what it is.

Blinking, he hazards a glance in Carol's direction. "Be prepared. It's going to be very quiet." And he waves his hand, enveloping them in a dome of silence. They'd be fighting deaf, but at least they'd be fighting without the influence of the sirens. He doesn't wait to see if Carol adjusts, but sets to work on slaughtering the gathering mermaids.

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