2124: Prologue

[Murska]

Well, at least somebody got out.

"Great. If you can figure out a way to open this thing, I'd be very happy!"

Kevry bangs on the lid a few more times out of half frustration and half wish that he'd be the next one released.

[dark.sun.druid]

From outside his metallic coffin, Sabio could hear the sound of people moving. Metal slammed on metal, and he guessed -- correctly -- that someone had found their way out of their box. He pressed the top of his box again, and found that it was still securely shut. So he waited, and shortly heard what sounded to be knocking. Someone shouted, but they weren't at his box. Slightly worried, Sabio continued to wait. The cold from the metal was creeping into his limbs now, and he could hardly swallow for want of water. Dimly, he heard the sound of cracking wood, but he didn't know what to think about that.
For now, I wait, he thought, rubbing his arms to warm them up.

[Jzadek]

As James mentioned his state of undress, Emma realised that she too wasn't wearing any clothes. It took only a quick scan of the room to reveal the stack of clothes, which she hastily threw on.
"Okay," she began, "There's a heavy metal slab on top of your coffin-thing."
At once she wished she hadn't said that. While she had somehow managed to get out, it was a genuine possibility that she wouldn't be able to get the others out, and anyway, she didn't quite trust herself not to run - trying to think everything through was a struggle through the rising sense of panic when her fight-or-flight mechanism told her only to escape.
"Why don't you try pushing upwards, and I'll try to lift?" she suggested, "Together we might be able to-"
Hearing the voices from outside, Emma froze.
"Damn... everyone, be quiet," she hissed.
She was wrong about the urge to run, she realised. It wasn't the urge for flight. It was the urge to fight.
Lifting the broken wood from the chair, she snuck over to the door, and raised it into the air. Anyone who came in would have it slam down upon their head. Further than that, she'd just have to wing it...

[Morcleon]

James grimaces. This new occurrence would cause a delay. He sighs and waits, knowing that there is nothing to be done without the help of his newfound ally.

[Business Scrub]

The voices go quiet for a while, and Emma can hear the sound of footsteps, one heavy and one soft on the other side as whoever was there walks away.

[Jzadek]

Hearing them coming, Emma tensed, ready to strike. With one hand, she absently fiddled with the faucet, pressing it and shaking it, wondering what it did, and whether that would help her.