Mousetrap

[animusmods]

Characters: characters involved in the Mousetrap event
Setting: puzzle rooms
Format: any
Summary: Eleven groups find they have to participate in a little team-building exercise...
Warnings: probably shouldn't go above the usual Animus level

GROUP 1 | GROUP 2 | GROUP 3 | GROUP 4 | GROUP 5 | GROUP 6 | GROUP 7 | GROUP 8 | GROUP 9 | GROUP 10 | GROUP 11

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GROUP THREE

[animusmods]

[absolute_perception]

[Elian has no weapons. He really doesn't need them. As long as he's able to use his Absolute Perception, that's all he needs. He blinks, looks around, and proceeds to read the letter with a scoff.]

Intriguing.

[legatus]

The letter was already crumpled in Shinjiro's hand. He'd been wondering when he'd be stuck again in one of these little experiments of theirs, and figures it be without those he knew. Whatever.

"Tch. This is bullshit." He didn't find it intriguing in the least, having witness first-hand what it was like with the maze. Also he was grumpy, but that was not new.

[absolute_perception]

The reaction warranted a response from the clone. He looked from the letter to the owner of the voice with interest. "Perhaps. All tests should be considered with scrutiny even if they are met with disapproval. None are pleasant."

He stood from his bedside seat. His diminutive size wasn't intimidating at all, but the sheer power he contained was kept behind a wall of emotional fortitude. "I am called Elian. I assume we are working together."

[mamadonna]

Dolorosa woke gradually, but with a start once she opened her eyes and noticed her surroundings had changed. She sat up and eyed the other strangers in the room warily as her mind caught up with what was happening. "...It's an experiment, isn't it?"

[legatus]

"...yeah." Frankly Shinjiro wasn't about working as a team that much when it wasn't his, but he'd work with what he had. "We've got five days to get the hell out of here." He began to search in his trunk to see what he had. His axe and this weird piece of key.

"...huh."

[absolute_perception]

Elian felt something poking him inside the material of his pocket. The sharp ends of a part of a key was what he found and he looked at it with a curious expression.

"I do not recall picking up garbage metal nor do I recall a key. It appears to be a KW-1 type. Relatively standard." He shrugs at it as if it were nothing.

"Five days is adequate." He slipped the broken part back into his pocket. It was there for a reason since he didn't come in here with it.

[earthshards]

The fourth occupant of the room is sitting on his bed, just re-reading the letter with a slightly contemplative look on his face. He isn't ignorant of the discussion at hand, though, as he finally speaks up. "So... any ideas on how we're supposed to escape?"

Because he's all ears.

[mamadonna]

Dolorosa picks her piece up from her pillow, noticing her spear leaning against the bed, much as she'd left it before sleeping. Moving to her feet, she examines the door. "We'll be required to fulfill whatever conditions they provide. I can say from experience that seeking alternative methods tends to bear little fruit."