Detention (01/21)

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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

Re: Door Number One

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A slow, sweeping sound and a brezze from ahead make Han slow down.

In the corridor ahead, there is a great pendulum swinging back and forth, its edge wickedly sharp in the dim light.

He watches it, timing its motion. It swings right, left, right left. He presses against the right wall, as close as he dares to the pendulum. As soon as there is space enough for him to get past as it starts its leftward swing, he runs for it.

Re: Door Number One

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. . . right into the pit which, in Camulus's limited knowledge of pop culture would naturally accompany any pendulum. A moment later, Han appears about a foot off the ground right before Camulus's throne.

He raises an eyebrow. "Run into some difficulty, Mr. Solo?"

Re: Door Number One

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That foot is a long way down. Han land squarely on his butt and looks up. "Yes, sir, Professer Camulus. Could I try door number 2?"

Re: Door Number One

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Camulus waves a hand with a little smirk. "Of course. Perhaps you could find Mr. Ford while you're in there. Strength in numbers and all that."