RE: Incident [TEXT]
05-20-2013, 06:35 PM
Passing through the doorway, you find yourself in very large room, split into two levels. The upper, where you find yourself standing, is more of an extended balcony than a floor in its own right, but it still has several partitioned desks with comfortable leather chairs and fake potted plants. A mirrored version of your balcony clings to the wall on the opposite side of the room. An elevator across from you offers a way down to the lower level, but this too seems to be out of order. Fortunately, a grandiose staircase of pale marble links both the balconies as well the ground and floor and hence forms the alternative.
You ignore it for the moment and walk to the edge of the balcony, where the scene reveals itself.
Just as the sparker said, there's a large group of people in the long coats and red scarves standing to attention at the big double doors belonging to the main entrance. About half are obviously armed. That doesn't tell you anything. Shooting sparks is all well and good, but some like to back it up with bullets.
There's a fair amount of foot traffic on the ground. Most pass through without stopping, either alone or in small groups, but a few stationary groups have formed apparently with only the intention of waiting around. Of these there are three main ones: six or seven people against the wall near the main door, a much larger one, verging on riotous, crowded around the two statues flanking the bottom of the stairs, and finally ten or so with bare forearms standing in the middle of the room that no one seems to want to go near. Backup, perhaps. All are wearing the uniform. On the other balcony there are two more pairs of the Red Queen's by another door. One of the pairs depart as you watch, and other seems to be making necessary checks before they do the same. More scouts. The other four pairs are probably on a different floor.
They cast you a glance, but the red scarf makes them lose interest rapidly. There are more important things than random allies to think about right now.
You turn your attention back to those moving around on the bank floor. A few are just passing from group to group, exchanging words. Most are moving towards the back of bank, evidently through a doorway or passage somewhere below your feet. Some break away from the groups with this aim. A smaller number are passing behind the bank counters to the right of the entrance, and a few are returning the same way to rejoin the people waiting on the bank floor or to join the main flow of people. It occurs to you that you're watching a sudden exodus, as if somebody just gave the order for the majority to move out to the rest of the bank.
Sure enough, the traffic dies down within a couple of minutes. Some still mill around, but it's dead by comparison.
All you need to do is get down to the guards at the front door and convince them to let you out. Simple.
How do you intend to proceed?
You ignore it for the moment and walk to the edge of the balcony, where the scene reveals itself.
Just as the sparker said, there's a large group of people in the long coats and red scarves standing to attention at the big double doors belonging to the main entrance. About half are obviously armed. That doesn't tell you anything. Shooting sparks is all well and good, but some like to back it up with bullets.
There's a fair amount of foot traffic on the ground. Most pass through without stopping, either alone or in small groups, but a few stationary groups have formed apparently with only the intention of waiting around. Of these there are three main ones: six or seven people against the wall near the main door, a much larger one, verging on riotous, crowded around the two statues flanking the bottom of the stairs, and finally ten or so with bare forearms standing in the middle of the room that no one seems to want to go near. Backup, perhaps. All are wearing the uniform. On the other balcony there are two more pairs of the Red Queen's by another door. One of the pairs depart as you watch, and other seems to be making necessary checks before they do the same. More scouts. The other four pairs are probably on a different floor.
They cast you a glance, but the red scarf makes them lose interest rapidly. There are more important things than random allies to think about right now.
You turn your attention back to those moving around on the bank floor. A few are just passing from group to group, exchanging words. Most are moving towards the back of bank, evidently through a doorway or passage somewhere below your feet. Some break away from the groups with this aim. A smaller number are passing behind the bank counters to the right of the entrance, and a few are returning the same way to rejoin the people waiting on the bank floor or to join the main flow of people. It occurs to you that you're watching a sudden exodus, as if somebody just gave the order for the majority to move out to the rest of the bank.
Sure enough, the traffic dies down within a couple of minutes. Some still mill around, but it's dead by comparison.
All you need to do is get down to the guards at the front door and convince them to let you out. Simple.
How do you intend to proceed?