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[shewalks-away.livejournal.com]

[waking up in the middle of the night should not mean getting transported to another dimension or whatever this was, yet that's exactly where Rose found herself. Rose, in jimjams and socks, appears unexpectedly - like the Spanish Inquisition - into a labyrinth. She looks around in confusion, a hand touching the wall and feeling along it in curiosity. She keeps her hand where it is, looking around to see if it's just her or if anyone else is here, too]

Hello? Anyone there?

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[bodilesswarrior.livejournal.com]

[Barbara is shaking her head, clearing the sleep from her own eyes; fortunately she'd fallen asleep at the computer again, so she was at least upright with her glasses on, if crooked

after straightening them] I think I'm here. I'll get back to you.

[already, though, she's examining their environment and pulling her escrima sticks from her arm rests]

[shewalks-away.livejournal.com]

[yay, people, that's somewhat good]

Good to know we both know we're here. Now we just got to figure out where here is. I'm Rose, by the -

[and she stops short, noticing the escrima sticks]

What's all that?

[bodilesswarrior.livejournal.com]

[wryly amused smile] Barbara. And self defence. [slight nod towards the twisting corridors ahead] Because God knows what's ahead, and it looks like the only way out.

[shewalks-away.livejournal.com]

[and she gives her own small laugh at that] Probably right on that one. It'd be nice if there could be a little more light though. [and as if by magic, there is light, which surprises Rose] ...not sure if I should say thank you or be worried. Guess there's only one way to find out. [and so she starts down the now lit twisting corridor]

[bodilesswarrior.livejournal.com]

[blinks at the sudden brightness, and then] I'd like a convenient door?

[pause]

No then. All right. [begins moving forward, eyes constantly moving, searching the ground for cracks and the air for danger] Maybe I should go first.

((Always fine! Worth the wait. ♥))

[shewalks-away.livejournal.com]

[laughs] Yeah, that would be too easy.

[and then a pause] I've got some experience with this sorta thing, deadly traps, monsters, aliens, all that, so you might really want to let me go first. No offense or nothing. [another pause] You don't happen to have any other self defense handy, do you?

[bodilesswarrior.livejournal.com]

[slows to a stop beside her, before giving her a hard grin] I have some too. Lately I send someone else to deal with it, but... [her voice is drowned out by a distant roaring; is it animal, technical? who knows] ...And unfortunately, I didn't get a chance to bring my sniper rifle with me.

((<3 ...I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship

possibly with explosions))

[shewalks-away.livejournal.com]

I'm starting to think those blokes who always look a bit mad when they say they sleep with their gun, I'm starting to think they might've had the right idea. [stares down the corridor in the direction the roaring is coming from] Right. So if there's a way out of here or something they don't want us finding, they're gonna have something protecting it, so...[slowly as if she doesn't really want to say it] so we're probably going to want to go towards that sound, yeah?

[bodilesswarrior.livejournal.com]

[approving smile] Probably, yes. [the smile fades slightly, as she considers, and then] How are you with throwing weapons?

[shewalks-away.livejournal.com]

[frowns thinking on this and then offers a hopeful smile] I've got loads of experience with throwing things as weapons. Does that count?

[bodilesswarrior.livejournal.com]

[wry laugh] Close enough. [pops open her armrest again, and retrieves two objects that look rather like throwing stars, except shaped like bats] Batarangs. They're very sharp.

[shewalks-away.livejournal.com]

Thanks. [she takes the batarangs looking them over] Is that normal in your world, this sorta thing looking all...bat-like?

[bodilesswarrior.livejournal.com]

No, the inventor just likes flying rats. [starts forward, cautiously]