"I got apples," Felicity chimes in, "y'know, if we're worried about cult food." She'll toss you one if you raise your hand.
She's still in a bit of a daze. Doug, cultists with flower faces, her Patronus!!!! Damn, that was a good ol' fashioned Quodbrawl.
Claudia asks about the man at the back of the auditorium, and Felicity turns to look his way. "Ninety-nine percent sure that's weird nipple guy," Felicity says helpfully. "Ain't that right, Wy?" To confirm, she walks over to him and tries to pull off the cowled mask. And peep them nips.
The mask comes free of Burton Bland's grip, glowing gold once it's in Felicity's hands. That's the linchpin alright! But before she can get a good look at the goods, the memory changes. Not movement, but absolute stillness. Everything feels taut, the very air thin, breath held around the room until one of the cultists takes a step toward El Qualls.
This is no monster, it's just a man and L.Q. moves in response. Quick as a whip, El's got his wand out. He flings a concussive blast that scatters a few of the plainclothes cultists. Food and chairs go flying in all directions, from silence to a raucous cacophony. In the moment of chaos, El turns and flees, throwing open the metal double doors and escaping through a passage that looks here like it leads back out to the Sorting Path.
"Get him," commands Burton Bland, and his twelve robed cultists give chase.
[MEMORY COMPLETE! Linchpin found! You may continue to thread here or leave through the door.]
The way the memory continues ramps up the tension, and Claudia loudly crunches the baby carrots between her teeth as she watches. She wants to save El Qualls. She wants to follow after him and defeat the guys in masks again and again until, finally, things go his way. Until he escapes, goes home, enjoys his life and comes back for birthdays and Leap Days.
But she can't. They can't.
All because he'd done something no less stupid than what they were doing right now, and the wrong group of people took advantage of that.
"I guess that was it," Claudia says quietly, stepping toward the metal double doors.
Tybalt takes a few sprinting steps toward the retreating cultists, hand on his lighter, but everything stops, and he remembers, too, that he can't do anything to save Lionel Qualls now. Not knowing what else to do, he again resorts to following at Claudia's ankles, very lost-puppy. "...Did we save him?"
That's what happens, right? They go into memories, they pluck the golden shit out , the person got freed. That's how it's worked all night. But what is there to free, now?
Felicity adds the cowled mask to her growing bag of goodies. She makes her way toward the door with the others, but bends down at Doug Bobson CEO's dust and scoops it into her Big Gulp. No chance she's leaving him behind.
Claudia, Felicity, Fiona, Tybalt and Wyatt completed the memory "Neoprene Robes"!
The portal disperses as the last of them leaves the memory. While it's unclear who or what was freed, the nightmare tree roars, protesting what you've done. The ground rumbles, the walls shake, and then everything is still.
It's afraid. It knows that you know you can beat it.
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MEMORY: Neoprene Robes
She's still in a bit of a daze. Doug, cultists with flower faces, her Patronus!!!! Damn, that was a good ol' fashioned Quodbrawl.
Claudia asks about the man at the back of the auditorium, and Felicity turns to look his way. "Ninety-nine percent sure that's weird nipple guy," Felicity says helpfully. "Ain't that right, Wy?" To confirm, she walks over to him and tries to pull off the cowled mask. And peep them nips.
MEMORY: Neoprene Robes
This is no monster, it's just a man and L.Q. moves in response. Quick as a whip, El's got his wand out. He flings a concussive blast that scatters a few of the plainclothes cultists. Food and chairs go flying in all directions, from silence to a raucous cacophony. In the moment of chaos, El turns and flees, throwing open the metal double doors and escaping through a passage that looks here like it leads back out to the Sorting Path.
"Get him," commands Burton Bland, and his twelve robed cultists give chase.
[MEMORY COMPLETE! Linchpin found! You may continue to thread here or leave through the door.]
MEMORY: Neoprene Robes
But she can't. They can't.
All because he'd done something no less stupid than what they were doing right now, and the wrong group of people took advantage of that.
"I guess that was it," Claudia says quietly, stepping toward the metal double doors.
MEMORY: Neoprene Robes
That's what happens, right? They go into memories, they pluck the golden shit out , the person got freed. That's how it's worked all night.
But what is there to free, now?
MEMORY: Neoprene Robes
Felicity adds the cowled mask to her growing bag of goodies. She makes her way toward the door with the others, but bends down at Doug Bobson CEO's dust and scoops it into her Big Gulp. No chance she's leaving him behind.
MEMORY: Neoprene Robes - COMPLETE!
The portal disperses as the last of them leaves the memory. While it's unclear who or what was freed, the nightmare tree roars, protesting what you've done. The ground rumbles, the walls shake, and then everything is still.
It's afraid. It knows that you know you can beat it.