IC OVERFLOW AND MISC.

[babermetrics]

For those little captcha occasions, or whatever other random IC stuff I want to do in a journal rather than elsewhere.

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[babermetrics]

So . . . you mean the hallways are changing, or what? I'm pretty sure that one I was in wasn't always there, but I thought I might just be losing it!

[Well, not really losing it. Distracted, more like. But now it looks like even that might not be the explanation.]

[pseudonyms]

No it's not that...it's like they're starting to fall apart and become something else. [Which totally isn't good either.] How stable do you think the walls are?

[babermetrics]

. . . I mean, I was just reaching into one and grabbing out handfuls of sand, soooo . . .

[So possibly not very. Oops. He gives the nearest wall a dubious, slightly alarmed look, eyes widening just a bit.]

You think it's gonna cave?

[pseudonyms]

I don't know about that, but we should definitely get out of here as soon as we can. [It's not good. It's very subtle, but it's not good. There's a pause.] Ready to run?

[babermetrics]

[ . . . He glances down at what he's wearing.

Yikes.

But it's not like he's got a choice here, so he just nods, wincing a little.]

I'm not gonna get any more ready anytime soon, so let's go!

[pseudonyms]

[There's little hesitation as she takes his hand, yanking him after her and proceeding to dash off just before the walls begin to crumble.

She can make fun of his state of dress later. All that matters is getting out of here alive right now. Everything else can come another time.]