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Archeville and Zenji reach the bottom of the stairs just as Mr. Jones appears in front of the door.

Jazz

Yes, a quick look at one of the classrooms shows you're on the 2nd floor, i.e. 204, 203 etc.

The occupants of Room 105 and the hallway outside are unconcious, Mr. Jones can see a soda machine and a set of stairs leading up about twenty feet from the door. Zenji easilly flings the guard's weapons away as he and Archeville reach a set of ascending and descending stairs.

Neither set of guards are really worried, or have any substantial fears, as far as Gus can tell.

The area around Nightweaver's bed grows pitch black, though she doesn't allow herself to fall asleep. o O { the bad guys make that a necessity sometimes, Tragic, heartbreaking, but -- unavoidable Unavoidable, a necessity? . He's patronizing us, trying to make us- no probably himself- feel...

"If you do not want to let go, then let's go for a ride! Ghost, can you telekinetically lift this thing?" digging her talons into the automaton's hand, Twilight Gryphon begins to furiously pump her wings, calling up a reserve of strength in an attempt to lift the thing. OOC: Well let's see...

"You were right the first time."

"I'd much rather not have to purge someone's stomach, especially my own. Michael says adding antitox to the new glass, "I haven't heard a word from our illustrious patron since being asked to meet here.

Reluctantly, Nightweaver allows Mr. Black to lead her over to the woman, "A little more information next time, would be nice." she murmers, stumbling a bit and fighting off the urge to pass out. "Think you can dim the lights?"

"Well there's one proven method to determine that. Another for her, Shrew.

"Charm is for those who actually care about their social politics or worry about getting a date, niether of which concern me. As for bedside manner, Damon, I have never seen the point of telling someone the stomach wound is anything but and not mention the amount of blood loss or pain they will...

"Me? A bad day? Perish the thought Michael says, the latter thick with sarcasm, "So who sold you the fake ID?" as his drink is placed in front of him the doctor adds a drop of something from one of the numerous vials stored in his vest pocket. "Or should I add a drop of this to your...

"Cnosos, if you want politeness then you should find an ambassador or program that flying thing of yours to spout pleasentries." Michael replies not bothering to look at Cnosos as he speaks.

The round device in the guards hand begins to beep and flash a red light. The guards at the door continue their struggle. The fire fights ends with the generator guard flying against the wall for a second time and slumping to the ground. The grenade flashes and Mr. Jones manages to pull himself...

OOC: there doesn't seem to be any method to discern who is going where, they all have to pause at the security station. Due to Gus' incorporally Scout quickly looses track of him. The only people she can detect that are standing around are the people in the visitor's counter, the security guards...

"Worry about taking down the robot! I'll be fine! Gryphon calls beating her wings rapidly in an effort to free herself. OOC: Grapple: 1d20+12=20

Medpac hanging from its shoulder strap, pistol strapped on the left side of his belt-no effort made to conceal it - Micheal Cain walks into the bar. He's wearing cargo pants, a tan broicade style jacket over a vest holding several vials. and a black shirt. As always he looks like he has a day or...

With Vi's help, Nightweaver stands again, "Any particular shadow inside?" she asks with weary humor.

Nightweaver puts a hand on Viridian's shoulder, "I have a faster way" shadow walking both of them to the warehouse. Once there she slumps into a sitting position against the wall, "Does anyone know what those things were?"