Larry senses brilliance - not only his own brilliance, either. There's obviously a lot of untapped brilliance in these here salsa angels he's rocking all up in this joint. So the next obvious course of action is clear!
"Uh, sure. Now hang on, missing something here..."[Larry's affinity roll: 3+2+1]
Thrusting his holy, angelic fingers forth, he wishes well upon the angels he is sure are in this area, and his mind pushes outward along with his thoughts, stabbing into one of the nearby divine creatures and proceeding to pump it full of wondrous radiance until its internal fluids glow with stupendous good luck and exalted power - first to be illuminated is its skeleton, chunks of fruit and vegetables swimming in the great sac of sauce that form the greater body of the creature. Then the entire thing lights up, casting a large amount of light on the surroundings. It looks a little bit like a fruity fantasy jellyfish as it swells with great light and potential.
It is at this moment, under the bright, glorious light of magic, that Larry properly beholds the room - it is a bridge leading to a staircase, lined by elaborate metal guardrails on each side, the staircase leading down into a dark abyss.
Far off from the bridge are the actual walls of the chamber - engraved with images of glorious conquest, the stone or at least stonelike walls are rich in alcoves, in which Larry can faintly make out the twitching limbs of what he assumes to be his host, scratching at the walls in places, pumping things in others.
"Cool! You can see now, right?" his host wonders, and Larry notices that the sound's coming from a nearby tube pointing right at him.
* * * * *
THE DUNKER tells Pete to just go on ahead, as he has a better plan than to merely blunder into danger directly!
"Nah, you go in and tank, Pete, I'll be DPS. So yeah, charge away.""I shall do as you suggest, but make sure the DPS is most impressive indeed, fair friend! For it is the depths of profligate hell that we may venture into in mere moments! Who knows what horrors await us within?" Pete idly wonders, pies orbiting around him fiercely.
"But I have tarried enough! Time to show these people the Lord's power!"He assumes a standing start position, then takes off at a sprint toward the factory entrance, forgoing a battle cry, but bringing the shield forward in any case. As he smashes the first scantily clad profligate aside, THE DUNKER begins to breathe heavily, concentrating on the power of the storm, his resolve to bring some next level vengeance on these people practically spilling out of his skull by the time Hungry Pete has plowed straight through the crowd and smashed through the flimsy entrance door, his pies filing in after him as their orbit becomes unfeasible.
The people in the parking lot, for their part, start to moan at the noise, and some of them start to move in the direction of the entrance.
* * * * *
Halesey, very uncharacteristically for someone who is a vortex, decides to solve his problem without the application of a vortex for once, unthinkable as that may be.
[Halesey's affinity roll: 5-
1]
[Halesey's finesse roll: 2+1+
1]
The blast does indeed shoot out from his form, almost flying beneath the drunkard, a tin can winging him across the shoulder with a perfect D tone that reverberates through the dimension, the potatoes all around Halesey resonating harmonically. The drunkard, for his part, stirs a bit, opening one way.
"What the fuck was that? Is somebody... throwing shit at me?" he wonders aloud, still half-asleep.
* * * * *
John gets a slight bad feeling for some reason.
"Yo, book. I somehow get the idea that Menkau is in trouble. Do you know how to contact him?" he wonders as he peruses his contacts list.
~Menkau? I'm not sure you're supposed to know how to contact him. Information might be beyond your clearance,~ the book replies. John's eyes run through his list of contacts, which includes Shauna, some people he's not sure he remembers, and Trey and Luz, for what it's worth, plus something dubbed 'Adventure'. John's not quite positive what that contact's for, but he's fairly sure he must have been real drunk when he added it.
~But hey, maybe if you click your heels together or something and wish really hard, maybe something will work out? Dunno.~* * * * *
Dave, upon being prodded, elaborates further on his ambitions of being encapsulated.
"Maybe being brought in sync with both you and the dimension itself so I can deal with it on a more direct level. And, if possible, the guy in my mind. I want to have a legit talk with him in the mindscape or whateves.""In sync? Whaddaya mean? You're already in sync with me, dude. At least spatially and temporally. This is about as close to understanding and controlling this realm as you're about to get without doing, like, quests or something. Maybe make another planet for me? That moon's a bit erratic. Or hey, bring more wizards in here. That might be pretty cool."As if to further the point, the Gremlin Moon plops out of existence in the distance. You're not sure when it reappeared last.
"As for guys in your head, can't really help there. Probably better if you work that out between yourselves."~Yes, dear boy, you want some mindscapes, you can go right ahead and ask me directly. Mindscapes is literally what I do.~
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