[The computer has a list of names--they may recognize them as the current Tower residents--and further information, though a quick glance is too quick to read the details. The door, meanwhile, is locked, but loose--it wouldn't be beyond the realm of possibility to break it down.
Jason, meanwhile, clears the corner--six arms reaching and pulling and crawling along the walls and ceiling of the hallway to provide more speed than his long legs alone would provide. He looks stitched together from corpses, with none of the too-long arms matching quite properly. His face resembles that of a plague doctor, if skin were stretched out over the entirety of it and it were grafted to his face afterward. The eyes that look out at them are entirely human, in startling contrast.
He speaks, but no mouth opens. His voice seems to come from somewhere beneath the long beak.] Do you even know where you're going?
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Jason, meanwhile, clears the corner--six arms reaching and pulling and crawling along the walls and ceiling of the hallway to provide more speed than his long legs alone would provide. He looks stitched together from corpses, with none of the too-long arms matching quite properly. His face resembles that of a plague doctor, if skin were stretched out over the entirety of it and it were grafted to his face afterward. The eyes that look out at them are entirely human, in startling contrast.
He speaks, but no mouth opens. His voice seems to come from somewhere beneath the long beak.] Do you even know where you're going?