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Message: <blockquote data-quote="doghead" data-source="post: 1618058" data-attributes="member: 8243">Nate gets to the door only to find it stuck. Fortunately, its still somewhat ajar from when Cromwell we out. With a good pull, it rips free and Nate steps out into the corridor. Cromwell is there, one his feet but nursing his left arm somewhat. To Nates right, one of the local militia is getting groggily to his feet. Another lies sprawled awkwardly at on the landing below. From the ground floor comes the sounds of men in pain and someone trying to get them organised - the voice slightly shrill with panic. Muted cries and screams come from some of the other rooms. For a moment Nate figures that he must have got a bang on the noggin. All the lines and angles are wonky and out of whack. Then he realises that its not his eyes. The floors and walls and ceilings all sit a slightly odd angles to each other.The door opposite opens and a man staggers out into the corridor, bounces off the opposite wall before scrambling past Nate and Cromwell and the steps down. His eyes are wide with panic and he ignores any attempt to speak to him, concerned only to get down and out. Another appears shortly after. Nate's about to head downstairs himself when he hears someone pounding away at their door, screaming for help.The door to Oscar's room drags heavily across the floor, but it opens. He steps out into the corridor to find Nate and Cromwell to his right. A man dressed in his nightwear nearly knocks Oscar over as he bolts past yelling something incomprehensible. Oscar hears a pounding coming for a couple of doors down, accompanied by someone yelling for help. At the other side of the building, a couple of the Bremen exit their rooms, bleery eyed and a foul tempered.</blockquote>

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