fandomhigh | Detention (01/21)

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."

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[[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.]]

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All the tiles have a letter of the Gaidhlig alphabet, even the circle which denotes the 'h'.

Camulus's laugh resounds through the corridor.

[[Think ego. Big ego. Very big ego.]]

Han thinks really hard. He wouldn't be set an absolutely impossible task. At least he didn't think he would.

Carefully, he starts stepping from tile to tile, marked with the sequential letters of Camulus' name. He's a little iffy on the vowel sound.

[[ooc: am laughing myself silly. let him get across or dump him on his butt again, as you like]]

The floor doesn't crumble beneath his feet. Well, a little when he almost slips onto the 'o' at one point. He safely reaches the other side. There are no turning points here, the corridor goes straight ahead until it hits a dead end. There are four large Celtic knots embossed in the wall, with a single loop standing out on each. All are currently pointing upwards.

[[Wait for it. It gets better. And by better, I mean worse.]]

Han looks around for swinging blades or flamers or anything. He closes his eyes and pushes the first outstanding loop.

It doesn't depress, but does shift slightly sideways, giving the impression that it would rotate sideways completely. The knots are standing out from the wall.

Han, on impulse twists it so the first it striaght up, the second points right, the third points downm and the fourth points left.

All four sink back into the wall and the wall itself swing open to reveal yet another dimly lit hallway that curved away to the right. It was looking less and less like a maze and more and more like a death trap.

Han follows the hallway, knowing the worst that can happen to him in the danger shop is that he'll get dumped on his butt and laughed at by Camulus.

At least he hopes so.

[[I'm going to bed soon, so I would have made him wander around more, but I had to do this.]]

There's a rumbling sound, as if the opening of the wall had triggered something. Something like taking the support out from under a bucket of water. Only this particular bucket more resembled Rover's stoner cousin.

If Han were to glance behind him - which he probably would from the noise - he'd see that opening that door had dislodged a giant rounded boulder which was cheerily rolling down the hallway towards him.

The rumble draws his glance. A panicky look over his shoulder sends him fleeing for his life from the ~~Rolling Adventurer Pancaker~~ ~~Rover's Stoned Cousin~~ ~~OMGWTFBALL~~ boulder.

He's not checking for any traps. And the thought that this is nonfatal has gone straight out of his head.

Goa'uld would never be so undiginified as to be peeing themselves laughing. So there had to be another explanation for what Camulus was doing at this very moment. Out of pity for one of his good students, he programmed the maze to let ~~Indy~~ Han run for him life, herding him right back towards the throne room, but via a twisting route.

Out of breath, Han skids to a stop in the throneroom, doing a whole-body flinch when the rock hits the wall behind him.

After making sure it won't roll on through the wall and squash him anyway, he just stands, panting.

Then he remembers the water bottle and sits down for a minute to have a drink and catch his breath.

Camulus smirks at him, folding his hands, all sign of his massive laughing fit now harshly schooled into a lofty expression. "Back so soon, Mr. Solo? Are you enjoying your detention?"

Han manages to get his breath.

"Tell me the day's going to end sometime, professor." He breathes out long and slow, takes another mouthful of water, shoulders the pack and heads back to the first door.

"I'll go back to door number 1, if that's all right, sir?"

"It will eventually. And that's fine," Camulus nods, still smirking. He won't actually tell Han - it was, after all, supposed to be a punishment and fear is punishing - but his path would be a simple maze now. Okay, maybe one glass floor over a bottomless pit. But only one.

Han navigates through, slowly, using the right-hand rule that he'd been taught to use in twisty, dark, multiply chambered places. Like sewers, or steam tunnels, or ordinary mazes.

About halfway into it, he stops and checks his lunch pack. Gaelic food: Fisherman's pie made with finnan haddie, a couple slices of haggis, some back bacon and the very durable shortbread. Omnivorous always, he finished it, liking the pie quite well.

The rest of the maze was calm and straightforward, until he hit the pit.

"What the hell," he said, knowing the worst that could happen was starting all over.

Instead of plunging into nothing, he found the glass and walked across.

Finally, the door out was just ahead. relieved as he was, he kept a sharp eye out as he opened it.

And stepped into the quiet hallway of Fandom High. Camulus appeared in the doorway behind him. "Enjoy the rest of your Saturday, Mr. Solo," he said. "I hope that wandering in circles has given you a chance to think about whatever you did wrong and never to do it again. Right?"

Han nods.

"Yes, sir. No more swimming without proper clothing." A small sound has him glance over his shoulder, braced to run. He gets the feeling he'll be doing that a lot.

"Always a wise choice," Camulus smirks. "Goodbye." He disappears back into the Danger ~~Room~~ Shop.

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