Session 2

From Deadhaus

[21:21] <~uhrwerk> When we broke last session, James had just escaped the clutches of one Doctor Ashton, and was tearing ass down the hospital hallway away from suspicious staff and security. Ahead of him is a pair of swinging doors, which he elbow tackles at full momentum. (unless you want to roll Dex +Athletics to try to stop, Mark)
[21:27] <James_Sessenwick> !em 5
[21:27] <Plentimon> James_Sessenwick (5), 10, 10, 7, 6, 9, Successes : 4
[21:27] <James_Sessenwick> !em 2
[21:27] <Plentimon> James_Sessenwick (2), 10, 6, Successes : 1
[21:27] <James_Sessenwick> !em 1
[21:27] <Plentimon> James_Sessenwick (1), 4, Successes : 0
[21:27] <James_Sessenwick> (Alright, 4 successes to stop.)
[21:28] <~uhrwerk> James skids to a stop, halting his momentum with a squeak of shoe rubber on institutional tile.
[21:28] <~uhrwerk> A nearby woman with a CDC ID pinned to her lapel looks over and wrinkles her nose at him in disgust
[21:29] <~uhrwerk> before turning back to the nightshift nurse.
[21:30] <James_Sessenwick> He would shake his head at her, and look around himself real quickly, to make sure he'd lost the doctor chasing him. When satisfied he did, he would continue down the hallway at a more relaxed, less noticable pace.
[21:30] <~uhrwerk> ((Through the swinging doors, or back the way you came?))
[21:32] <James_Sessenwick> (Swinging doors. He's not particularly interested in letting himself get picked up by Doctor Ashton.)
[21:32] <~uhrwerk> (Fair enough!)
[21:33] <~uhrwerk> (Gimme an Wits + Composure roll real quick)
[21:33] <James_Sessenwick> !em 5
[21:33] <Plentimon> James_Sessenwick (5), 2, 7, 2, 8, 3, Successes : 2
[21:33] <James_Sessenwick> (1.)
[21:36] <~uhrwerk> You notice that the hallway this side of the doors seems darker... Half the flourescent bulbs overhead are burnt out, and there are odd shadows on the walls. Shadows without clear sources.
[21:36] <~uhrwerk> However, you do see people in the distance. Well, A person. And someone in a wheelchair sitting next to an IV stand
[21:36] <~uhrwerk> so you doubt that the area's completely abandonded or anything
[21:39] <James_Sessenwick> James would sigh, and look around at the creepier area. After a moment of study, he would head down the hallway, seeing where it went. An exit, maybe? Or maybe the cafeteria. Hey, he could hope.
[21:41] <~uhrwerk> As you get closer to the wheelchair, you notice that what you mistook for a patient is actually a man-sized bundle wrapped in a sheet. A sheet stained brown and yellow with blood and other fluids. The IV's tube runs into the "arm" of the mass, feeding it a dark ichor from the bag hanging on the stand
[21:43] <James_Sessenwick> James slows down at this... and hugs the wall opposite the mansized bundle-thing, trying to move slowly past it. Lord knows he's seen enough weirdness today, the last thing he needs is to wake up something that'll scream until the doctors come.
[21:44] <~uhrwerk> And that's about when the thing turns it's 'head' to look straight at James. A voice calls out, muffled by the cloth but still oddly clear.
[21:44] <~uhrwerk> "Run."
[21:44] <James_Sessenwick> ...And run is exactly what he does!
[21:46] <~uhrwerk> Eslewhere in the hospital, Charice is finally connecting the last two wires of the on-call nurse intercom. She
[21:46] <~uhrwerk> She's just about to step down off her stepladder when she hears a rustling noise in the drop ceiling behind her...
[21:47] * Cherice blinks, pausing mid-step to glance in the direction of the noise.
[21:47] <~uhrwerk> There's nothing there, so far as she can tell. No glowing eyes or slavering jaws, at least
[21:47] <~uhrwerk> ((Wits + Composure, dear))
[21:48] <Cherice> "Fuckin' rats're everywhere," she grumbles under her breath. "Some hospital this is."
[21:48] <Cherice> !em 5
[21:48] <Plentimon> Cherice (5), 4, 10, 8, 2, 2, Successes : 2
[21:49] <~uhrwerk> Yeah. Must've been rats. Only, did something just glitter under your flashlight's beam?
[21:50] <Cherice> With an intent frown she attempts to get a closer look, squinting a little and training the light directly upon the glittering... whatever it is.
[21:51] <~uhrwerk> It's a child's marble. A... cat's eye, you think they used to be called. The large kind -- the kind you roll at other marbles
[21:52] <Cherice> "Huh. What's that doing in the ceiling?" Cherice headscritches. Thinks a moment. Decides to snag it - call it a little nostalgia, she actually used to play with marbles as a kid. Pretty decent at it too.
[21:53] <~uhrwerk> As you reach out for the marble, a small white hand reaches out of the gloom to snatch it up.
[21:54] <Cherice> "What--" Surprised, she jerks her hand back. ...wait, what kind of shitty mother would let their kid be up in the damn ceiling? Unless she's just tired and imagining things.
[21:55] <Cherice> Nevertheless she sweeps the beam about, trying to see if there really is someone up here.
[21:56] <~uhrwerk> You find yourself staring into a pair of filmy, dead eyes barely a foot away from your face. A child crouches in the ceiling... Only, you've never seen a child with dark veins tracing patterns through their white skin. Not any living child, at least
[21:56] <~uhrwerk> (Dex + Athletics, plox)
[21:56] <Cherice> !em 6
[21:56] <Plentimon> Cherice (6), 10, 8, 9, 10, 3, 2, Successes : 4
[21:57] <Miles_Brandenberg> (..You reroll those tens by the way))
[21:57] <Cherice> !em 2
[21:57] <Plentimon> Cherice (2), 9, 10, Successes : 2
[21:58] <Cherice> !em 1
[21:58] <Plentimon> Cherice (1), 4, Successes : 0
[22:01] <Cherice> "Holy *fuck*!" Someone must be watching out for her, though. That ladder could've overbalanced and spilled her happy ass all over the goddamn tiling. As it is, she leaps backward, catching the edges of the open ceiling on her way down to land catlike on both feet.
[22:04] <~uhrwerk> The marble rolls out of the hole in the ceiling to bounce once before coming to a rest against your left boot
[22:05] * Cherice ...rubs her eyes and bends over to pick it up.
[22:05] <Cherice> Tired, she's just tired. =_=
[22:05] <~uhrwerk> Whispers, from beside your ear. "Beware Yellow Jack."
[22:07] <Cherice> That actually makes her jump near out of her skin.
[22:07] <Cherice> "...suddenly I'm more nervous than a longtail cat in a room full of rocking chairs." She steadies her breathing. Going home now. ...coffee and food. Then home.
[22:08] <Cherice> ...but she does pick up that marble before she goe.
[22:08] <Cherice> goes.
[22:10] <~uhrwerk> (Hey Cherice, Wits + Composure one more time for old times' sake)
[22:10] <Cherice> !em 5
[22:10] <Plentimon> Cherice (5), 1, 9, 5, 8, 4, Successes : 2
[22:11] <~uhrwerk> That tile above you... Did it just rattle?
[22:11] <~uhrwerk> For that matter, why is the hallway empty? Just how long were you up there?
[22:13] <Cherice> "Oh no you don't," she growls at the rattling tile, then shakes her head at the empty hallway. Must've stayed longer than she thought. No wonder she's tired, anyone would be after a ten-hour shift.
[22:14] <Cherice> But.. you'd think there'd be nurses around at least.
[22:14] <~uhrwerk> Downstairs, in the lobby, Miles Brandenburg is getting ready to head home after his apointment...
[22:16] <Miles_Brandenberg> He did not disappoint in his grand exit, making his way for the entrance with the medicated lotion in his hands. "Smooth, fucking smooth. Probably could see the Chastity belt through her goddamn skirt."
[22:17] <~uhrwerk> Miles steps out the grand Civil War-era entrance onto the broad stairs leading down to the sidewalk, the world blurs for a moment, and he finds himself in...
[22:17] <~uhrwerk> A burned-out hallway. What?
[22:19] <Miles_Brandenberg> "..." Miles blinks and looks behind him to see if the street is still behind him.
[22:20] <~uhrwerk> Behind you stretches the same hallway of charred wood and splintered glass
[22:20] <Miles_Brandenberg> "...This reminds me of something."
[22:20] <Miles_Brandenberg> "Lair of the Leather Ladies!"
[22:21] <~uhrwerk> In the distance, Miles can hear a thump, thump, thumping sound, accompanied by a low moaning
[22:22] <Miles_Brandenberg> He camp of the moment quickly fades into anxiety and confusion as he tried to peak into the dark hallway. "Um... hello?"
[22:22] <~uhrwerk> Thump... Thump... Thump
[22:23] <Miles_Brandenberg> Miles decides to investigate, he'd read all about hospital abuse before.
[22:23] <Miles_Brandenberg> Follow that mysterious noise!
[22:24] <~uhrwerk> As you walk down the hall, you notice that all the doors are shut, seemingly overgrown with some odd organic tissue (at least, it chars and blackens like flesh). All except for one. At the far end of the hallway, on your left, a door stands open. The thumping noise is coming from within
[22:25] <Miles_Brandenberg> Miles cracks open the door a little more than an inch to peak inside, his medicated lotion FIRMLY GRIPPED IN HIS HAND!
[22:26] <~uhrwerk> The hinges bleed what you hope is liquified rust as the door creaks open. A foul, moist wind issues from within the room
[22:27] <Miles_Brandenberg> He takes a another quick look to the left and right to make sure no one was around and then takes a peak.
[22:29] <~uhrwerk> The door screams as Miles brushes against it, but that's the least of his concerns. The thing he sees hanging above the rusted frame of a hospital bed seems much more urgent
[22:30] <Miles_Brandenberg> ((The thing being XD?))
[22:30] <~uhrwerk> It's a body, or so it appears on first glance. A body, dressed in a hospital gown, hanging from a meathook dangling from the ceiling. A body that still twitches, hitting the metal footboard like a human pendulum
[22:30] <Cherice> (Ewww. D:)
[22:31] <Miles_Brandenberg> Miles backs away and into the opposite doorway. "Holy fuck!" He takes a running dash down the hallway he came from.
[22:32] <~uhrwerk> Black bile and blood pool on the floor below it, dripping from the thing's eyes and mouth in a stacatto rhythm
[22:33] <~uhrwerk> Miles dashes down the hallway only to collide with one of the semicircle of standing corpses that have gathered around him
[22:33] <~uhrwerk> (Dex + Athletics)
[22:33] <Miles_Brandenberg> !em5
[22:33] <Plentimon> Miles_Brandenberg (), 5, Successes : 0
[22:33] <Miles_Brandenberg> !em 5
[22:33] <Plentimon> Miles_Brandenberg (5), 4, 9, 1, 4, 10, Successes : 2
[22:33] <Miles_Brandenberg> !em 1
[22:33] <Plentimon> Miles_Brandenberg (1), 9, Successes : 1
[22:34] <Miles_Brandenberg> ((3 ))
[22:35] <~uhrwerk> Miles hits the thing, overbalancing it and sending them both to the floor. The thing scrabbles under him, splashing his face with the blood and ichor.
[22:36] <~uhrwerk> The others loom over him, unmoving and seemingly oblivious to their surroundings
[22:38] <Miles_Brandenberg> On his feet and out of there, to investigate or to get the fuck out of there before he joins them? Decisions decisions.
[22:38] <~uhrwerk> Miles finds that getting up may not be so easy... The thing clutches madly at his arms, his shirt, his sides...
[22:40] <Miles_Brandenberg> He struggles against the unwanted affection from the creature, still clutching his medicated lotion.
[22:42] <~uhrwerk> Tendons strain on the corpse thing's neck as it cranes its head up to bite at Miles' shoulder...
[22:42] <Cherice> (Fight fight fight! :o *gets popcorn*)
[22:45] <Miles_Brandenberg> Miles kind of grunts at the monster. "You want to fight dirty!?" He connected his forehead with the monster's nose. "Lets fight dirty, BITCH!"
[22:46] <~uhrwerk> (Roll it)
[22:47] <Miles_Brandenberg> !em 6
[22:47] <Plentimon> Miles_Brandenberg (6), 2, 8, 2, 8, 9, 10, Successes : 4
[22:47] <Miles_Brandenberg> !em 1
[22:47] <Plentimon> Miles_Brandenberg (1), 4, Successes : 0
[22:47] <Miles_Brandenberg> (4 :3))
[22:48] <~uhrwerk> Miles feels the thing's skull crack and crumble under his forehead. A splash of worm-eaten grey matter mixed with more of the black bile splatters all over the floor, legs of the other corpse-things, .. and Miles
[22:50] <Miles_Brandenberg> Miles feels his late night breakfast burrito rise in his stomach and struggles again from the freak.
[22:51] <~uhrwerk> Miles pries the dead, grasping arms from around his torso and staggers to his feet. The other corpse-things turn their heads to watch him with incurious stares
[22:52] <Miles_Brandenberg> Somehow the idea of fighting a bunch of these bastards didn't seem to smart, Miles decides to book it instead.
[22:53] <~uhrwerk> Miles runs past shattered windows looking out at a clear, starry sky... to discover that the hallway ends in an elevator lobby.
[22:53] <~uhrwerk> Oh, and he can now hear shuffling from behind him
[22:54] <Miles_Brandenberg> "...Son of a!"
[22:55] <~uhrwerk> The elevator doors roll open as Miles approaches, despite the fact that the call-box has been ripped off the wall.
[22:56] <Miles_Brandenberg> Beggars couldn't be choosers, he went for the open elevator.
[22:57] <~uhrwerk> The doors snap shut with a muffled and final THUNK just as his trailing foot clears the threshold. In contrast with the sooty, ruined hallway, this elevator cab looks to be in clean and working order.
[22:57] <~uhrwerk> On the control panel, the button for B4 is lit.
[22:59] <Miles_Brandenberg> Miles presses the button and takes the time to try collect himself, it wasn't often that flayed monsters tried to eat him.
[22:59] <Miles_Brandenberg> ...Or what ever the fuck they wanted.
[23:00] <~uhrwerk> ((B4 is lit because that's where you're at. XD ))
[23:00] <Miles_Brandenberg> ((Ack sorry XD))
[23:00] <Miles_Brandenberg> Miles tries to return to the first floor lobby.
[23:03] <~uhrwerk> The elevator hums and Miles feels a definite sensation of ascent... Whereever he was, he's going up now, no question about it. After a couple of minutes, the elevator comes to a rest. The doors open and Miles -- Dirty, shit-smeared, frightened Miles -- steps out into... The hospital lobby.
[23:03] <~uhrwerk> Not a burned out shell, but the real hospital. Patients and staff bustle around, paying him no heed.
[23:03] <Miles_Brandenberg> "...I need to work out more." Miles sunk against one of the clean walls and held himself.