w0 curfew: banned from the outhouse AND the curfew channel

[halved]

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[recession]

[ Sort of following, though entering a room near the front to try the window in there.

... ]

[ablazement]

Um.

Do these lock, normally? [rattles the door...]

[recession]

No, which is why people can generally come and go as they please.

[ He's trying to pull open this window and it's not happening, folks. He has to double check that there wasn't actually a latch on it this entire time. ]

Having trouble?

[ There's a distinct... unease in his tone. ]

[ablazement]

Yeah, it's not opening. Can you get the window?

[rams her shoulder against the door. OW? she looks startled at how solid it is, actually.]

[recession]

I can't. It seems stuck shut.

[ Yeah, that's definitely an unease in his voice. He wipes at the moulding as if checking for something, rubbing nothing but leftover dust between his fingers. ]

......

[ablazement]

[a pause.]

Alright. Well - the door's... it's solid. Hold on, everybody move.

[backs up

and RAMS INTO THE DOOR FULL FORCE WITH HER SHOULDER, and probably really hurts her bones ow fuck.]

-- Fuck!

[alldoomnogloom]

Karlach!

[ girl you rolled so bad. ]

... Are you quite alright?

[ablazement]

Ow.

[...] Yeah, fine, fine. It feels like a brick wall.

[quirkwall]

[ from wherever she's watching ]

Well, that's not concerning.

[ablazement]

[owwwww]

[recession]

Karlach.

[ He abandons the window to come over here. I HOPE YOU DIDN'T JUST DO THAT WITH YOUR BANDAGED SHOULDER GIRL!! Let him check on that, it's a good distraction right now anyways. ]

Please.

[ablazement]

[well

probably yeah actually so that is bleeding. sorry daan. she will let him check though, if only because she senses the unease.]

The fuck.

[tactic]

[ Makes sure she's being checked up on, then checks the door. ]

... Not even a dent.

[ablazement]

What the fuck.

Why are we locked in?

[drymonster]

Uh????

[ablazement]

[




WELL]

At least Karma can't get in.

[flameguard]

Karlach -- ! [ CONCERN BUT ALSO: ] No good...?

[ what's really scary is she couldn't get through it ]

[ablazement]

No good. Felt like bricks, or - iron, really. [she's letting daan fix her poor shoulder, at the moment.]

[sonorant]

That's—

[ worrying. ]

What could this mean? But more importantly, are you all right?

[ablazement]

Ah, I'm fine. Had way worse than a stupid fucking door.

[rubs her shoulder...]

What the fuck, though.

[engraven]

[ after she's been seen to, she'll carefully pick her way over because there are so many of us and crouches wherever she might be . ]

Hey, are you okay? Rammed that door real hard there...

[ablazement]

It's all good, I've had loads worse.

[daan is a good doctor also!! she is fine. the bleeding was not from the door she's just an idiot who has picked fights with stinky men.]

You alright? Not fun to be locked in a small space.

[halved]

What the hell...?

[poking her head out of her room, like. uh.]

Did you just hurt yourself?

[ablazement]

Nah, I'm alright. [calmly! easy.]

Door's locked, just so you know, but it's probably just someone playing a prank. Don't worry about it.

[haematocritical]

[ for the love of— ]

Karlach! What on earth are you doing?