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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]

[She gives a non-committal shrug of one shoulder.]

Any of the computers here... but I'd bet the ones Joe has are more up to date.

[And she wonders, briefly, if he has a map of the vents... or if that's just in his head.]

I could ask him...

[theweakhavepurpose]

Would he tell you? And even if he knows he might not be able to. Seems he's kinda.. not all there anymore. Probably from being all alone here for decades - that'll drive anyone crazy.

[writtendestiny]

I think he would try to tell me. [She presses her lips together.]

I think he knows more than he want to know. Something terrible happened here, and he saw all of it.

[theweakhavepurpose]

You can only see so much trauma before you break. Happens to anyone.

Happened to me.

I dunno we're gonna find anything without his help, this place is just too big.

[writtendestiny]

It is big, isn't it...

[She looks around them, up to the ceiling and the expanse of hallway around them both.]

I wonder if it was ever full. It doesn't feel like it was. Like... it was meant for something that never happened.

[theweakhavepurpose]

If this place was bustling at one time it must have had.. I dunno, thousands of people? And where'd they all go? There aren't thousands of skeletons around.

A lot of stuff here is dusty and old, but it also looks like it's never been used?

[writtendestiny]

No, and there should be. Bodies can take a decade to decompose into skeletons, but the skeleton itself can take much longer... and there would have been no weather in here.

[She scans the wall as they walk by, then stops.]

There, what's that?

[A thin, barely visible line running up the wall from floor to ceiling.]