Week 7

[airlockedmods]

[Well that weekend sucked. The Champions are down a dad and a bean and shrinking their numbers smaller and smaller, less and less.

There's no sign of life in the spaceport aside from PAL's omnipresent voice and SIS, the helpful asSIStant who has some control over certain heres and theres in the spaceport. She (and PAL) are available at all times and can appear anywhere if called. There is, however, a new floor to explore. Just hop in the elevator and pchoo.]


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Comments

elevators

[tokencanadian]

[It's been a day full of ups and downs... mostly downs though, and Pyrrha was feeling that as well. She actually wasn't sure if using the elevator in her... current state was safe, but how else is she going to get to the other floor?

On her approach, she was already dealing with a problem of her own: trying to pull her wrists apart as those metal bracelets came too close for the, what, tenth time today?]

Ngh - Oh, Xander. [Whoops, she. waves. Kind of.] Good afternoon.

[kingshaming]

Good afternoon... are you alright? Are those cuffs?

[tokencanadian]

No- well... Not exactly.

[Just let her... Nnngh! Pull her arms apart. They're getting kind of sore from doing that all the time.]

I-it's just these bracelets. They're extremely magnetic.