Detention (01/21)

[godinakilt.livejournal.com]

If either of the students in for detention knew what a Goa'uld throne room looked like, that's what they would have seen when they stepped into the Danger Room Shop. As neither do, what they see is a large room lit only by a scattered handful of flaming braziers, the light flickering off heavily embossed gold walls. The only well-lit area was, well, the throne. It wasn't a very ornate throne. There were nicer thrones, bigger thrones, shinier thrones, but in this setting it was very definitely a throne. And Camulus was sitting on it.

"Apparently detention is supposed to a punishment, but I'm not allowed to harm you." He smiles. "Sadly, taking all the fun out of it." He waves a hand towards two archways at the other end of the room. Through them can be seen more of the same - gold walls covered in vaguely Egyptian script lit by flickering torches. "You see two doors. Choose a door. Walk through it. You are dimissed when you find the door at the other end of the intricate, complex, and trap-riddled maze. Or four o'clock. Whichever comes first." He hands each of them a pack. "Your lunch and a waterbottle. I will be watching your progress. The settings of this . . . room will not allow you to be harmed. If you fall prey to a trap, you will returned to this point and have to start all over again.

"Hopefully your stay in the maze will give you opportunity to think on your actions. That, or provide you with an everlasting hatred of me. Have fun, boys. Oh, and before you enter, sign the roster beside your name."

12parseckessel
conathan

[[If there were more people and I had been able to think coherently for the last few days, it would be choose your own adventure. Feel free to create traps for yourself, I'll drop some in your way, bump into each other, try to cheat. I'll let you know if you've gotten out.]]

Comments

Sign In

[godinakilt.livejournal.com]

Sign the roster. All two of you. So I can keep track of who showed up.

Re: Sign In

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Han signs in

Re: Sign In

[conathon.livejournal.com]

Sawyer signed in. Grumbling as he does so.

Door Number One

[godinakilt.livejournal.com]

What's behind Door Number One? *gasp!* It's a maze!

Re: Door Number One

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Han takes the pack and stares between the doors, finally taking door one. He's a little nervous and hopes there will be no musical numbers.

Re: Door Number One

[godinakilt.livejournal.com]

With a crunching, grating sound a slab of stone slides into place behind him, blocking the way back into the throne room. The way back is closed, forward is just a stretch of hallway that intersects with another before stretching into the dark. One can't see very far in any direction.

Re: Door Number One

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Han puts his left hand on the wall and starts walking, carefully, eyes and ears open. He really misses his blaster right now. He takes the right-hand turn at the intersection and draws up very short as the floor vanishes a couple of flagstones away.

"Great," he mutters backing up to the intersection. This time he heads straight in.

Re: Door Number One

[godinakilt.livejournal.com]

There's a series of grating clunks that can be heard distantly as the hallway kinks and turns again, again presenting three possible branches. A faint draft can be felt down the hallway to the left.

Re: Door Number One

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

"I'm not lost. Corellians can't get lost*," Han mutters, quoting the galaxy-wide proverb more to reassure himself than because he believed it.

He heads down the middle hall.



[[ooc: Star Wars by George Lucas (Alan Dean Foster), Cha 10, p134.]]

Door Number Two

[godinakilt.livejournal.com]

And now, for Door Number Two . . .

Re: Door Number Two

[conathon.livejournal.com]

Sawyer chooses door number two just for good measure, seem so Han chose the first one. He takes the pack, clutching it rather tightly.

Re: Door Number Two

[godinakilt.livejournal.com]

This door, too, grates slowly closed behind him. The corridor stretches forward, but there's a branching corridor that leads off to the right.

Re: Door Number Two

[conathon.livejournal.com]

Gulping, he sets forward, taking the right turn with a hope that it'll lead him somewhere closer to the end. He hates mazes, very much so.

Re: Door Number Two

[godinakilt.livejournal.com]

Down the corridor, he'll find that the floor suddenly drops away into a gap that stretches beyond the reach of the dim light. The only way across is a very narrow bridge, the end of which also can't be seen.

Re: Door Number Two

[conathon.livejournal.com]

Sawyer stopped on a dime when his eyes picked up on the increase in darkness, his arm braced the wall next to him as a foot went out to feel the ground. Nothing, nothing until he felt a small, thin bridge. He wasn't about to walk that thing so he got down on all fours and inched his way across, arms and legs wrapped tightly around it.

Re: Door Number Two

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

"Not another pit." Han glares at the narrow bridge.

He's walked narrower, but it's been a while. Quite a while. And he was two feet shorter and a lot lighter.

Taking no chances, even knowing the worst that can happen is getting dropped on his butt on front of Camulus, he crawls across on hands and knees.

Re: Door Number Two

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Since going forward got him nowhere good last time, Han takes the right branch.

Re: Door Number Two

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Han blinks. He takes a very deep breath, missing Chiana a lot right now. At least last time he'd done something like this he hadn't been alone.

He turns right.

OOC

[godinakilt.livejournal.com]

For all your OOC quandries and peanut gallery comments.

Re: OOC

[sensethevisions]

*loves*

Re: OOC

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Brilliant! *hops*

Re: OOC

[godinakilt.livejournal.com]

*facepalms* Confusion. The deleted post goes like this:

Down the corridor, the floor gets even darker as it drops off into a pit. However, before that point can be reached, the wall to the right, with a great grinding clunk, pivots sideways to completely block the way, opening into another corridor that curves away in both directions. As if that one moving slab began a chain reaction, there is a further series of clunks as the maze sounds as if it is rearranging itself.

DISMISSAL

[godinakilt.livejournal.com]

At precisely 4.00pm, the maze disappeared around Ford, leaving only he and Camulus standing in the middle of the Danger Room Shop.

"You are free to go."

[[And I'm off to bed. Thank you and goodnight.]]

Re: DISMISSAL

[conathon.livejournal.com]

"Sweet." Sawyer cheered silently.