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Sennesel: You manage to get the thing open, despite its protests. There's a large steel pipe jammed into the sliding mechanism, preventing the door from moving. Getting it out from this side might be tricky.
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. |
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Yare, yare. That was hassle. cautiously stepping into the room and taking an inventory of the surroundings. So what's this tube you were talking about?
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. |
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"Someone wedged a pipe into the mechanism. I would pull it out and stand back. Cut it off if you can, the door is under pressure and will open quickly when it's free." Sennesel stands back, pocketing his screwdriver and waiting for something to unstick the metal beam.
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"This is ow. What's going on back there?" Sunshine tries to turn around and see the team.
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Ok, so all we got to do is take this thing out and try not to get killed huh?
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Sunshine is not pleased by the mention of getting killed. "Definitely don't kill me, please. I don't wanna be squished dead by a bent door. 'Side from anything else, it's a stupid death. What would the Vikings say?"
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"The who?"
Sennesel turns to Jup, the largest one among his newfound confederates, and motions to the door. "Do you have anything bigger than an HF knife to cut this? I like have all six of my limbs."
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You're right. It does sound stupid, but I guess there is no such thing as being too careful. OK, so one pulls the bar. One pushes or pulls the wiggle. Two hold door. Yeah he's right. You got something up your sleeve Jup?
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Jup lifts his flail Not exactly the tool for the job unless we can bash something loose. I can push or pull what needs it with a little extra oomph if you don't mind me taking a breather after
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For the love of...
Out comes the HF Knife. Sennesel points at the big human. "Could you try and keep this door from tearing my hand off? Maybe wedge that bar there in here and take it out after I cut the other free."
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Sunshine is apparently pleased at being called a wiggle. "Hah. I'm a wiggle. The Vikings are dead men with horns on their heads. And beards."
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Sunshine:
DM Note: Another round has passed. Sunshine can make another attempt to yank out the pipe, and attempt to save you the trouble of convoluted door surgery.
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. |
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"Aaaaah! God! I'm being shot at here!" Sunshine starts to pull frantically on the pole.
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