Season Finale

[travelagency]

Who: Anyone who wants to be involved
What: The official pre-reboot/season end post
When: The spawner activation
Where: At the resort
Notes & Warnings: If anyone wants to play out any rescue scenarios involving the skeleton archers, there's a thread available for that/accounting for what happened as well. Violence as a general warning and whatever other warnings are mentioned.

EDIT: It can be noted that, once exposed to sunlight, the skeleton archers start to deteriorate. This can be discovered in the course of the threads.


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[timesbureaucrat]

"I'm coming down. There's no telling what might be down there and at least one person needs to reach the source. The chances of that happening are better if more than one person proceed below.

"But I feel no obligation to be happy about it." Narvin's face looked rather like he was never happy about anything. But he was particularly unhappy about crawling through a sewer, but he'd do it to protect the settlement.

"And the scanner is staying with me. It's against regulation to let aliens have access to Gallifreyan equipment. If I should die, you can always take it from my corpse."

[usfuzzies]

"So noted," Ben said dryly. He rummaged on his belt-- he didn't bring his big sturdy clip light. He'd prepared for an attack, not a spelunking expedition. All he had was a little keyfob light, a wan LED, but he illuminated the rungs of the access ladder in its watery light for Narvin to come down.

"And as soon as you're down here, look for any big energy spikes on this level. We know the tunnels run all over down here."

[timesbureaucrat]

Narvin climbed down the ladder, the last few steps a bit slower and more hesitant. On the last step he paused, his jaw tightened, and he begrudgingly hopped into the dank, calf-deep water.

He took his scanner out again and glanced at the readings.

"We should head East."

[usfuzzies]

"You scan. I'll cover you," Ben said, with all the resolution of a man who's stood in -- if not worst, at least equally bad.

[timesbureaucrat]

"Agreed." He peered at his scanner in the dim light and added, "But if I die in this... muck," he'd been tempted to call it something less polite, "I can't be held responsible for my temper in my next incarnation."