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Offline Darth Grievi

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Re: Ontological Mystery
« Reply #15 on: March 17, 2011, 09:37:33 pm »
You sit quietly in your temporary safe haven, trying to calm yourself. You had to think rationally about this, and you figured the first place to start was to find out what had happened to your body. You start with the top of your head. Like the rest of your body, it was covered with smooth, hairless skin, and you discover you still had some functioning facial muscles left as you feel your feel your forehead wrinkle as you shoot up your eyebrows in surprise. Going down, you find the seemingly vast expanse where your eyes once were, followed by a pair of large nostril slits. You pause for a moment to contemplate the hypnotic feeling of your breath whistling past your fingers. Moving to the side, you find your fingers following the contours of large bat ears, twitching spasmodically as they semi involuntarily hunt for sound. Continuing down, you discover that your jaws and neck are very heavily muscled, and your mouth filled with large pointed teeth. You take a moment to try to figure out just what had stabbed the inside of your mouth earlier, and find a set of small barbs embedded in your tongue, their function unknown. You avoid your shoulders and lower neck for the moment, still wary of the wounds there, and instead examine your arms. Finding nothing unusual beyond them being more muscular, you continue on to your hands. You fingers have become shorter and thicker, terminating in broad pads, and all save your little finger with retractable cat-like claws. Your legs had changed more drastically, the bones between your ankle and the ball of your foot having lengthened noticeably, while your thighs had instead been shortened, giving the impression of a dog's legs. At least it explained why trying to walk on your full foot was so painful. Finally, your toes are virtually identically to your fingers, padded, but lacking claws. Everything else seemed normal, thankfully. You didn't know how you'd handle having a tail or a new set of limbs.

As far as checking yourself mentally went, you didn't have much idea how to do that, but as near as you can tell, all your faculties were still intact and nothing had changed much. The only problem you could see was that of your missing memory of what happened between your lunch break and waking up here. You get the vague impression that some species of emergency had occurred, but you could not remember the specifics.

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(1) Pocket knife with (4) attachments: Knife, Scissors, Corkscrew, Screwdriver
(1) Cellphone
(1) Wallet with ( 8 ) cards and (20) bills of unknown value
(1) Keyring with (5) keys and (1) bottle opener
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Re: Ontological Mystery
« Reply #16 on: March 17, 2011, 10:57:36 pm »
Let's go kick some butt. Kick open the door and eat Lieutenant Dan. Legs first.

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Re: Ontological Mystery
« Reply #17 on: March 18, 2011, 02:24:57 pm »
Bat ears, huh? Lets see how good they are, we're gonna need to rely on them somewhat more. Try listening carefully for anything they we may not have noticed earlier.
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Re: Ontological Mystery
« Reply #18 on: March 18, 2011, 05:30:16 pm »
You sit still for the moment, listening intently to the sounds on the other side of the closed bathroom door. Beyond your own breathing, heartbeat, and stomach gurglings, the only thing you hear is a single, almost inaudible vocalization. It is so quiet and distant, though, that you almost believe you were imagining it. In the bedroom, you hear no signs that the creature was moving, or even still alive. The near-complete silence somehow disturbs you. Something is very wrong; there's something missing from the soundscape, but precisely what doesn't dawn on you for several more seconds.

All the "normal" background noises you were used to hearing were gone. There is no water running through the pipes, nobody shuffling about upstairs or next door, and no almost-undetectable hum of fluorescent lamps and power generators. Something very bad indeed had happened: you know from your experience working with the power systems that it was virtually impossible for the primary, secondary, and tertiary generators to all completely fail at once unless someone specifically turned them off.

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Re: Ontological Mystery
« Reply #19 on: March 20, 2011, 11:47:24 am »
Look at the cards in your wallet and see if you can find anything that would tell you that you have been part of something fishy lately, such as "GenTech" or "EvilCorp".
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Re: Ontological Mystery
« Reply #20 on: March 20, 2011, 12:45:43 pm »
What he said.
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Re: Ontological Mystery
« Reply #21 on: March 20, 2011, 02:11:49 pm »
Digging the wallet out of your pants pocket, you open it up and feel each of the cards inside in succession. If it really was your wallet, and at this point there was little doubt that it was, the cards would be: your low-level access keycard, two credit cards, your driver's license, your library card, a gift card to Starbucks you still hadn't used, your spare ID, and a laminated piece of cardstock with the names and numbers of your insurance providers. The brief inspection you gave each bore this out.

That was all well and good, but how the hell had this happened? As far as you know, biotechnology and/or nanobots was most certainly not on the list of things stored on the bottom floors of the facility. You'd had a look inside once, while trying to diagnose a problem with the door systems some time back, and all you'd seen were rows upon rows of filing cabinets, holding papers, obviously, but what was on those papers hadn't been divulged to you. You assumed it was patents, blueprints, or research data of some sort, considering all the lab work the facility did.

Turning your thoughts to that, you examine whether this could have been an experiment gone wrong... or right. Again, you doubt it; this place was government-run, yes, and that opened the door for all number of crazy conspiracy theories, but every one of the scientists you'd met had either been chemical engineers or just plain old mechanical engineers of various specializations. Hell, Dan was working with a team prototyping a more efficient rechargeable battery for electric cars. You yourself was just part of the maintenance crew, but you prided yourself in being able to help him out every now and again. You hadn't gotten a fancy degree from MIT or CalTech, but you still knew the mechanics backwards and forwards.

Which left three options, as far as you could tell. First, this was brought in from the outside, by terrorists, by that creature in your room, by one of the scientists, by someone or something. Second, and this wasn't impossible, there really was more than papers in those filing cabinets or there really were people working on biotechnology in here. Third, this was the effect of some freaky, comic book style radiation, from some source, and you were now a superhero.

You can't help but smile and chuckle a bit at the absurdity of that last option.

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Re: Ontological Mystery
« Reply #22 on: March 21, 2011, 12:43:12 am »
Is your voice alright?
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Re: Ontological Mystery
« Reply #23 on: March 21, 2011, 08:06:20 pm »
Yes, your voice seems to be functioning just fine, save for a little hoarseness and soreness, most likely because you're thirsty.

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Re: Ontological Mystery
« Reply #24 on: March 21, 2011, 09:18:46 pm »
Lets see if we can find a way out. And keep listening for ANYTHING unusual.
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« Reply #25 on: March 22, 2011, 05:53:23 pm »
Whatever had happened, you know one thing: you had to get out of here and somehow find help. The only thing sitting here would get you is possibly starving to death waiting to be found. Right now, you were on Level 3, and the only way out of the facility was through Level 1, ground floor. Any sort of search party or rescue operation would be based there. If the elevators were still running, it would be a simple thing getting up there. If not... You weren't looking forward to going up the stairwell blind.

Resolving yourself, you stand back up, careful to keep on your toes this time, and slowly reopen the bathroom door. There is still no sound from the creature and, shuddering, you step through a rapidly drying pool of it's blood, the carpet beneath your feet damp, sticky, and slowly starting to stiffen. You navigate your way to the bedroom closet, hunting around inside for anything useful or valuable. Finding only a small backpack, you put in on and spend a few moments fiddling with the straps, adjusting them to fit comfortably. You make your way to the bedroom door and pause for a second to listen for anything outside. Hearing nothing, you open the door, finding it locked open and able to swing out with only a little push, no need to turn the knob.

Working from memory, you make your way to the nearest elevator as quietly as you can. You figure that keeping your noise level to a minimum would keep you off the radar of anything else out here. As you walk along the corridors, straining to listen for any disturbance, you fight the urge to get down on all fours, for the sole reason of having your hands free in case something finds you. You hug the wall to help give yourself a sense of direction, counting the intersections you pass by in anticipation of where you were supposed to turn. It is painfully slow going, but every tiny sound you hear convinces you it's worth it. The last thing you needed was to run off and lose your way.

As you near where the elevators should be, a sudden, bellowing howl sounds out terrifyingly close, followed by a few pained shrieks and the smack of body against concrete as two creatures encountered each other nearby, somewhere behind you and to your right, if the echoes traveling through the nearby halls weren't fooling you. As near as you can tell, it's a straight shot down the remaining stretch of corridor to the bank of elevators, with the stairwell presumably nearby...

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Re: Ontological Mystery
« Reply #26 on: March 22, 2011, 09:41:21 pm »
Keep going and keep listening. At least we know we're not the only guys walking arou-

Oh SNAP. We forgot to check all the contacts on our phone when we were in the room! We could have called for help!

Oh well, as I said, keep going.
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Re: Ontological Mystery
« Reply #27 on: March 23, 2011, 06:45:11 pm »
Hey!

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Re: Ontological Mystery
« Reply #28 on: March 23, 2011, 08:55:09 pm »
Concentrating on staying silent, you continue on in what was hopefully the direction of the elevator. As you grow closer to where it should be, something small skitters past you, a set of whiskers brushing against your leg, but you thankfully manage to keep from making any sort of startled noise. Whatever the thing had been, it left a musty, organic odor in it's wake, far less powerful, but very similar to what had been in your room.

After what seems like an eternity of listening to the two larger creatures fight nearby, your outstretched fingertips finally touch smooth, cool metal. Feeling along the wall, you locate the elevator buttons and jam the up one repeatedly. You strain your ears to pick up any sign of the elevator running, but with the confrontation starting to drift your way and not so much as a creak from the lift, you continue feeling about for the stairway entrance. With the quiet, erratic footfalls of the monsters steadily approaching, you eventually find what you were looking for and dart in, feeling the smooth laminate floor sharply transition to rough concrete beneath your toes. Once inside, you lean back against the door to keep it closed, thankful that it opened inwards. None of the latches on the doors seemed to be working, so the only way you could keep one shut was to hold it shut. Listening to the situation outside, you hear the two creatures pass worryingly close, one right behind the other, followed by a few last pained howls as one subdues the other and begins to feed. You shift your focus to the noises of the stairwell, though, as you realize that popping sound you were hearing was that of bones cracking.

The echoes reverberating up and down the stairs are hard to decipher: rumblings, splashing, gurgling, yelps, shrieks, howls, and groans. You could have sworn one of the sounds was water lapping against a wall some ways below, but that seems impossible. As near as you can tell, the majority of the vocalizations are below you as well, but the mechanical rumbling was definitely coming from above. Oddly, the air in here seems cleaner and clearer, and there is an almost imperceptible breeze running past you. Perhaps they still had power up on Levels 2 and 1, and what you were hearing and feeling was the air circulation hard at work.

For the moment, you take a break and think back to your phone. Chances were that you'd still get reception in here, but there was still the problem of you not being able to see the screen. Punching in Reuben's number earlier had just been a matter of feeling for the little bump on 5 and going from there, but navigating to and through your contact list would be a bit more difficult. You feel you would have a better time of it by just sticking to numbers you knew by heart. You have no idea how much battery power you have left, and you want to use it wisely.

Going down your mental list of phone numbers, the contacts included people both inside and outside the facility. You know that no one you knew on the outside would be much help for anything other than information, if that, but there was always good old 911. It would probably break all number of Non-Disclosure Agreements, but you were starting not to care. As for people on the inside, they probably had a better idea of what was going on, but reaching them would be a problem. Cellphone reception peetered out between Levels 4 and 5, not even halfway down, depending on the carrier. The intercom would be more efficient to round up the survivors, but that would require turning the power back on. You have both the knowledge and acess codes to do so, but it would require going deeper into the facility...

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Re: Ontological Mystery
« Reply #29 on: March 24, 2011, 01:13:33 am »
We'll try to call someone later when we're in a safer place.

But currently, I'm stumped on what we should do other than waiting for the monsters outside to go away. Hows our shoulder wounds doing?
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