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[writtendestiny]

Does anyone know anything about panic rooms?

private to Peter Parker;
Where are you, I need to talk to you.

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[writtendestiny]

[At least they already know one another. She raises her hand in greeting when she sees him, easily slipping into a more taciturn mode to mirror what she knows of his communication.

Silence is simple and easy, after all.]

[0thingsonmymind]

*He raises a hand in greeting and nods to the hall. After you.*

[writtendestiny]

[She nods slightly in turn, pushes her hands deep into the pocket of her coat, and starts walking. Poison has never tried to find a panic room before and isn't sure what she really needs to be looking for... but she scans for anything that seems out of place.]

I don't know what we'll find. [The young woman hums out eventually.]

People might have got into them when the fighting started.

[0thingsonmymind]

*He has no idea how to do this so he starts by holding a hand to the closest wall as they walk. If there's a seam or something he should feel it.*

fight ing be fore
us
?

*Whatever caused the old damage. When, presumibly, the world here ended or went to hell for some reason.*

[writtendestiny]

Mm, before us.

[She watches his hands as it trails along the wall. Poison is looking for spaces; for gaps between rooms that look too large.]

The whole place was... wiped out, I think. By something.

[0thingsonmymind]

do weknow any thing
a bout
?

[writtendestiny]

[She sighs softly, though it isn't directed at him.]

Not... much. Joe told me some things. That the people here were trying to get home.

[0thingsonmymind]

*Huh. He just assumed the people here before them came from here.*

theywere from
else where
too ?

[writtendestiny]

[The young woman nods.]

That's what Joe said. We're not the first. I just don't want what happened to them to happen to us, too.

[0thingsonmymind]

*Hmmmm.*

then they donot know who
made
?


what didhe say
hap pen ed ?

[writtendestiny]

There was a lot of fighting... When some of them tried to find a way to get out of here - to go home.

[And why would you NOT want to go home? Poison can understand that part, at least.]

[0thingsonmymind]

*He cants his head.*

they didnot work
to get her
?

*Normally he's not big on working together, but its how things happened in Norfinbury. Even people like House and the Joker ended up working with everyone towards that goal.

But here wasn't Norfinbury. Maybe without the Admin, Robert fucking Miller and the cult for them to be united against people got angrier with each other? Maybe. He's not sure how people worked.

Or perhaps...*

was there morethan one
way
?

or not every one could
go ?

[writtendestiny]

Maybe.

[She reads the words hanging in the air, reads them again, and shrugs one shoulder. It's hard to say, especially when information from prior to their arrival is hard to come by.]

I don't think Joe remembers it very well. Or... maybe he just doesn't want to.

[0thingsonmymind]

hesaid didnot
want
do

*He supposes he can't blame him. There are a lot of things he doesn't bother to remember.*

[writtendestiny]

I suppose I can understand that.

[Even if she thinks it's a bit ridiculous, given how much Joe seems to want to help them. It had been clear when she spoke to him that there were some things he just didn't want to push into.]

People don't work well together when there's a crisis. They get stupid, and selfish.

[0thingsonmymind]

*He considers for a few moments.*

iguess it
de pends

*People didn't have much of a chance in Norfinbury, but people weren't that great back before then.*

[writtendestiny]

Depends on how big the threat is?

[That's the best thing she can think of, and given some of the personalities crawling around this place... she's not placing her bets on everyone pulling together when things get tough.]

[0thingsonmymind]

iguess

and what oth er opti ons
are

*Norfinbury it was 'figure this out' or 'die,' after all.*

[writtendestiny]

Hm. Maybe.

[Then she pauses, mid-step, looking hard at a space between two closed doors leading to separate living spaces.]

Look. These two are further apart than the others.

[0thingsonmymind]

*He stops and digs a tablet out of his mailbag, sets it to record and points it at the wall.*

how doyou think
op en
?

[writtendestiny]

Mm...

[Hard to tell, and she's never been hunting for hidden rooms quite like this before. She scans the walls, eyes slightly narrowed.]

Looks for something that's... out of place. Something that doesn't look like it belongs. Let's try that first.

[0thingsonmymind]

*He nods and moves to the go-to for finding hidden things in Norfinbury: rubbing things on other things. The ID card won't help her, so he just runs his hand against the wall. He pauses after a few moments...there DOES seem to be a seam or something here. He runs a finger along it, following the seam to the ground.*

ithink is
door

how op en
?

*Is it breakable or is there a switch somewhere? He hopes its not an ID card.*

[writtendestiny]

You found it?

[She moves in closer, running her fingertips down the barely-there seam in the wall. It's only this close that she can see it at all.

Amazing.

Poison steps back, looking to either side of the seam.]

There might be a button. Or something to push. It's probably as well-hidden as the door...