PRP Tunnels: What Lies Forth

**Kray** · Feb 5th, 2026 02:07 PM

If only it was that easy, usually related smells made it worse for him. "Huh well what works for one and all that." And if it did then more then fair enough. Tales of the river battles are curious because they are well more dynamic then just go there and shoot the thing. "Huh. You get anything from those hobs for your trouble?" If the denizens of the hedge wanted anything he had put down it would be a sure thing he would be getting something in return. Speaking of. "Uh. I don't think I've got much in the ways of stuff you'd want in return." Pausing. "Uh. Hang on didn't you tell me not to eat that stuff a while back?" Not that it would have stopped him if the opportunity arose.

And truth there was. "Uh. Not my courts so yeah probably not the best to speak on it." But the summers queens application of Autumn stereotypes to him gets the signature nasty toothy grin. "Oh. Only a smidge of the cannibalism is it?" He did make some effort to present that side of himself as the one people got to see. Big, mean, physically intimidating. But yes it is in his trolls tongue and manipulations where his truly fearsome power resided. "Ah. It's not bad thing to have both. People tend to focus on one at the expense of the other." Forgetting his was a cannibal equipped for the task had happened once or twice when to much focus was given exclusively to his more subtle traits. "Ha. That came back to bite them." Because well if manipulations did fail then well the fall back of physical problem solving was a stark reminder of why the ogre has a way with getting what he wants. "Hm. I've offered body disposal as a service here and there. In my field the jobs and favours vary wildly enough. But I never mention how." Mortals didn't need to know he ate the evidence. "Ha. Well if it's needed I'm sure you and I can come to an agreement easy enough." He might do things for the freehold as a whole without deals or charging, such as carving out the under land hollow. But when it was professional work well even Circe would need to strike a deal for those.

Had it been that long, it was not like he had been counting each second. "Ah. Yeah it was a shame that thing was a meal like I've never had before." Naturally thinking more with his stomach then badass fashion. The last question snaps him out of the memory of mouthfuls of glamour restoring well it hadn't been flesh exactly in fact he didn't know what to call it. "Oh. Ha. Now that would be telling wouldn't it." As coy as he is with the answer of course armour would help stop his teeth getting as firm a grip, would it buy enough time to escape or survive? That is a much harder question. And The giant can bite with a swift ferocity that puts most animals to shame.

Rat they knew how to handle. "Uh. So we get more poison and make sure we blast down here to, get all the rats, roaches and the rest so none come wandering along." As to the Stalagmite questions three candle flames burst into small perfectly circular orbs one after the other as the stands silently, before flicking away again. "Bah. I have no idea." He might rate education very highly, even want to get one of his own but the giant does not hide the fact he himself is not currently an educated individual. Could also explain his simplistic hand writing.

chance dice, Untrained academics failure

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**Circe** · Feb 6th, 2026 11:09 PM

"Mmm hmm," she nods in agreement. As for the hobs? "Crab shells boiled off the corpse. Choice bits are few," she pauses. "That have, uh, no bullet holes." Mostly her fault. She blinks and tilts her head, one ear up and other down as she has to think on it. "Oh, no. Lobster," she nods, "Lobster you don't eat raw. Hobs ate giant crab and not dying, so safe. Not sure about the giant rainbow lobsters though."

She'd let the hobs try eating it first. Bright colors usually means poison.

"Oh ho ho ho, I know how to distract on one trait Kray," she folds her arms under her chest. Add emphasis. "So many folks," her tone is sultry with a teasing smile, "Remember me for naught but," the smile goes smarmy, "The fun I bring by use of pun. I deliver 'em by the ton, oh ho ho ho." No deception. Circe was known for the puns in a few circles.

Circe felt she could make a joke about fava beans. "I could provide you with chianti and braised fava beans," she says in a poor imitation of Anthony Hopkins. "And cash. Better than when I had to dispose of that serial killer," she shakes her head. She had to settle for selling him to organ harvesters.

And Kray teases her right back on the invisible murder cat theory. "Guess I guy has to keep some secrets," a chuckle escapes her lips. "Though glad you already have the Contract if you know. Rather you win the biting contest than the enemy," she'd phrased it wrong. She meant to ask about his own protection but sounded like the opposite. And didn't notice they'd different conversations.

As for the idea of gassing this area too, Circe is paranoid. She aims the lights at the ceilings. "Think there are any holes in the ceiling?" She'd rather that they not get investigated for poison gas leaks. "Have to make sure or same problem as boom." Then shrugs, "Eh, me neither," she gets back up and offers Kray a high five, "Ignorance buddies?"

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Narration:

Perception is not required to inspect the ceiling, that just takes time. Checking for airflow would be much more difficult. Or involve a lot of pinwheels.

The silence of the natural caves is broken up by a brief flurry of higher pitched squeaking. Possibly bats. Maybe rats. Maybe some monster's sonar, who knows.

**Kray** · Feb 8th, 2026 07:00 AM

On crabs the size Circe is reporting few or not the choice must still be of reasonable size, and heck he would make hobs trade even for the not so choice bits if they wanted them. "Uh. Just because a hob ate it, or heck even just because I eat something. Those might not be the best ways to work out if you can eat something." He wasn't a goat to be eating tin cans and road signs but the ogre could keep some nasty stuff down, and well hobs that had to be a case by case basis right. "Huh. Didn't know you were catching lobsters there as well." But he had been sure it was the brightly coloured crabs she had warned him against, oh well.

Their forms of misdirection and distraction being as different and specialised as the two lost themselves are makes sense. Caught off guard by never having heard Circe talk that way before, but she is at the end of the day a fairest so he figures it must be in their somewhere. "Oh. Your really pretty for sure no one ..." Pausing as she drops the punchline having yes quite successfully duped the ogre. "Oh. Uh. Yeah that to." Embarrassed, not so much when a fairest get like that even in jest it can work it's own kind of magic. Kicking himself for being caught off guard, yes that he is doing a little. "Ah. You do make a lot of puns for sure. Goes back to what I said about you been easy to like." People might groan at a pun was it was most often good natured.

This was the first he had heard of a serial killer. "Oh. What serial killer was this now?" Interested clearly but neither heated about it nor showing admiration. "Ah. But yeah if its clean up then services comes for favours. I don't need cash got plenty of that myself these days." And people who invest it on his behalf. "Hm. Would depends what I had need of as and when." With ever advancing plans what he needed changed just as frequently.

He has however lost the train of conversation here and looks suitably confused. "Uh. What contract would that be?" If she was referring to oddbody he only knew what that did because he had seen Circe use to walk down an explosive laced tunnel. Granted the explosives had all been really out of date and duds but she had not known that going in. "Oh. But yeah not to much out there hat bites worse then me." Some no doubt but he had to be well above the average.

While not a fan of being ignorant about something he does offer a large grey hand for the high five, a bit of solidarity between the geologically uninformed. "Uh. Holes huh, yah could gas who knows what." That would be a pain. "Ah. What then poisoned food stuffs? Get as many as we can? Just pour bleach all over? Poison the ground that way?" It did not have to be gas, gas was just most efficient. Looking around at the noise. "Huh. Or. We perform some extermination duties?" If whatever it was had the same bold tenacity as the last over sized rat he stomped then this could solve itself. "Uh. There was a rat missing from the count right?" If he recalls that correctly.

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**Circe** · Feb 8th, 2026 05:57 PM

Circe tilts her head in confusion on the culinary discussion. The Fairest wasn't sure if Kray was correct about that culinary restriction or not. Being Hob Kin, she didn't often experience food poisoning being done to her by hobs. Though she was usually trying to feed them, so there was that. Circe shrugs with both hands rasised up, "Eh, I ain't died yet and have throw up a lot in the past." That was her best defense. "Ah, no I am not the one catching the lobsters. You have to boil regular ones alive to eat. And one the size of my old Beetle car is not getting boiled anytime soon."

Whilst Circe may be gastronomically explorative in the Hedge, she wasn't stupid all the time. She smiles widely at the praise of her puns. "I am also fully aware that a pun can be fun or how much they annoy people~" she sings out with total glee. It was a cheap and pathetic way to get rage out of the populace. Yet it worked so it worked.

Circe had to recall what the psycho had said. "Creeper said something about wanting to kill me for being pretty," she has a disgusted grimace. "Some shit about beauty is sin. Cleanse the bold, no globe. I thought he was a patsy for Ann or Them at first. Then gun business. Couple of broken toes and nope, just a crazy murderous mundy with a manifesto." Circe didn't recall the details as she stopped caring after the organ harvesters took the lunatic. "Ah," she nods as Kray makes a good point. "So, craftiness in Hedgespun, possibly culinary, or other." Circe begins counting off the alternate options, "Violence. Chauffeur. Or I can find another way to hack it."

More puns.

What Contract? "Uh, Oddbody. The one I used in the tunnels," she jerks her thumb back whence she came, "That is what we were talking about, right?" Her confusion is quite obvious right now. One ear up, other down, tone confused. Circe has to think about that for a second. "Hmmm, nope," she "The Sacramento River doesn't have great white sharks. You've got the incredi-bite position of top teether in town."

Circe chuckles as she is not left hanging. The matter of poisoning wasn't a preference for her. They could just seal things off and say fuck it. "Poison bait, critter powder, bleach, cayenne pepper," she lists off the various things that were options she'd investigated for cleaning the tunnels in the past. "We found a lot of options before gas. We could just brick it up instead of checking the traps. This was a haul. Sure, sure," she holds up her hands defenisvely, "Lazy," she shakes her head from side to side as she says this before she starts pointing with her hands for emphasis, "But fanculo Kray, we have to walk all the way back. Then here with poison, then back, and repeat. Unless you plan to bring down an electric dirt bike or something."

It had taken a while to walk all this way. As for the big rats, "Ummm. Yes? That was a while back, but did we check everywhere that was gassed? I certainly didn't stick my head down the old latrines. Did you?"

It was quite possible they just failed to search enough to find the last corpse. Or miscounted. "How many did we start with?"

5 successes

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Narration:

With the high memory roll, Circe recalls that they didn't miscount. The found all but one dead and killed the last one. She is recalls that bleach and other liquids have low sustainability for lasting poison on ground without using a large quantity. Like a small pond worth to have it last more than a few days. Chlorine powder caking it would last for months though.

The squeaking gets voluminous for a brief moment, too high pitched for rats. So, there are probably bats down there.
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Circe:

"Huh? Ya know what Kray? I think we did get 'em all. Though, could be more given the squeaks." Circe points towards the natural caves.

**Kray** · Feb 10th, 2026 07:33 AM

This gastronomic tangent had gotten more then a little muddled for sure. Mixing mixed memories of past conversations was not helping. "Uh. How are you boiling the giant crabs shell of them then?" That seemed the most straight forward questions to ask at the moment.

So the point of the puns was to wind people up? Or was that a side effect of the habit? "Ah. If you say so. but won't people kind of get used to them over time. Start expecting it?" Being remembered for a self described annoying trait must come wit ha risk of being to well known for it.

Sounds like a real nutcase had run a foul of the summer queen. "Huh. Well there you go, some mortals are madder then we are it seems." And given there seemed no lack of highly attractive people in the city, Circe must have had some rotten luck to be the one to run across that brand of madman. "Uh. You think anyone ever told him murder was actually a sin? You know if that's the standard he was using to judge?" The question is more mild curiosity then anything, at how would a mad person take such statements? "Hm. Oh if it was professional service I would keep the books balanced in what I asked for." Considering Circe was a friend it was he was far less inclined to take her for all she is worth.

Oh okay so he had ben right. "Uh. I don't have odd body, I've just seen you use it." If was enough to help against a potential tunnel full of explosives it probably would help against his teeth to be fair. "Ah. That's complex enough I'd need help with it anyway. " And as useful as it had looked he had many many other bricks to put in his wall first. "Hm. Unless there are crocs in the sewer I'd say it's a reasonable bet I do." But even if they are for some reason. I'm still faster I think. " And two of his devastating bites surely caused more harm then one of just about anything else.

The giant sighs at that. "Ah. Fine we can have a look inside." Taking a few moments to switch his gear about so he carries his trusty sledge hammer instead of the shovel. "Bah. But I warn you getting lost under ground wit ha cannibal is a bad idea." But then trying to wat Circe would also be a very bad idea. "Ah. We look around, cull the population of what ever is making that noise and the head back?" He might still amble down later with a barrow full of blech just to help keep numbers down till they had bricked it off.

Shaking his great head. "No I did not check the latrines. I'm still all for filling those in though." It would be foul nauseating work but once it was done it would be done. Before shrugging. "Ah. I don't rightly recall only that at some point the count was not adding up." But Circe seems sure and well yeah they had gassed the place since so if had been off it wouldn't be any longer.

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**Circe** · Feb 10th, 2026 11:34 PM

Circe
"Oh, I ain't." She assures Kray. "The hobs are the ones with the person sized boiling pot. I only have pots that'd fit part of a leg joint," which made getting good sized pieces harder n her own. So, just harvesting the bits and forget the meat might be needed. "Packing the meat to cook later has worked thus far. Though boiling makes the shell easier to remove for later, whilst crashing fresh bits off gets less bits. Positive. Crab keeps longer than lobster." East coast showing there.

"Well, then I offer them garlic bread and cheesy bread, saying I Foccacia preferences," she gives a smarmy smile. "And they haven't ceased to get annoyed yet. A few just laugh or try to compete. The latter irks more people. A cycle of annoyance, escalating for the sake of it showing up each other with the stopage being forgotten, Whilst I," she pats her chest, "Am one of the laughers."

She enjoyed puns. For it rhymes with guns.

That was a thought experiment question Kray brought up. "Doubtful Kray. Crazy and stupid don't pay attention. Plus, I sell guns to help people shoot each other," she bluntly tells Kray, "If I told him that, my double-standard might double over and die from the hypocrisy."

"Oh," she pops off as she gets it. She doubted there'd be alligators in these sewers. Southeast has that problem she is sure. Though, "Depends on which crocs you mean Kray. The sin against footwear, yes. Reptilian, I'd be in de-nile to claim there are any. Though certainly they could never ketchup with you bites." Circe then chuckles, "Though I am honestly more disturbed at the prospect of the likely crocs trying to attack. Means someone has that Contract that animates objects."

Her ears droop. Yes, Groundskeeper Circe is all for stalwart, studious patrols. But she wanted to leave dammit! Thus, Kray gets an equally despondent sigh. "Right," she takes out the glow sticks. "Better than breadcrumbs, saves on reminding the cannibal that those that can go ghost are difficult to eat," she jests right back. Circe wasn't sure about the culling part. "Depends on how much there is Kray. Small squeaky things in bulk are hard to slaughter," probably in theory. Circe had no idea as she'd never tried. "If we must, then we must." She cracks one of the glow sticks, ready to leave it along the way. It also had an argument for aborting the search. They only had 7. "Glowing bread crumbs, mark the trail, the light shall not fail."

2 successes

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Narration

The darkness is penetrated by their lights, showing that beyond the twists of the initial tunnels, there are a few more cut stalagmites. And a possible path or at least a direction where the squeaking is coming from. It is going to be another long trip. Partially due to the actual distance between the stairwell and the winding nature of the natural caves. The Larcenist has a little more ease finding spots to bend and weave through to look, but mostly having to double back since her lights show dead ends.

For exploring the natural caves, you can make 2 Perception to represent the initial entry and the ongoing exploration. Wits plus Survival to try to track things is an alternative.

**Kray** · Feb 11th, 2026 11:47 AM

Well that would explain it yes. "Uh. By chance would you know where the hobs got a person sized boiling pot?" With his culinary cravings well know the ogre is not even going to try and be subtle with the question. And why he could want such an item, or what he might plan to do with it is readily guessable.

That gets an amused grunt and half shake of his head. "Ha. Who would be dumb enough to compete with you on puns? I bet you run rings round them." As for himself he is usually to busy either trying to work the puns out or missing them entirely.

Crazy and stupid being a bad combo he can emphasise with, unfortunately some lost did make up that number. "Ah. It would still have be interesting to see what he did." Also probably disappointing. "Uh. But no you wouldn't a hypocrite, you don't go round judging people for sins." Well not that he knew of any way. "Ah. Real or otherwise." Because they were probably listed somewhere, his theology however is rather lacking.

Getting attacked by footwear would be one for the books without a doubt, and his hammer likely of little use for that. "Uh. We know there is the inflatable kind right, we found one." He remembers that with some certainty. "Uh. But yeah how tough can a shoe be to take down really?" The better question be where to bite.

Circe's use of the glowsticks is a decent plan and he nods agreeing to it. "Uh. Should have brought some string, or chalk. Those would have done fine." Well He will have to remember for next time. "Ah. Anything big enough to be a problem we can put down for sure." If the dog sized rodents had come from here, more could be around.

The giant will follow Circe's lead where he is able, bulk and size do not always allow for this of course.

First Perception 1 success

Second perception 1 success

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**Circe** · Feb 11th, 2026 08:28 PM

Narration:

The two changelings find...some rat poop and maybe bat guano in the immediate area. The cut down stalagmites get fewer as they see the trail of them giving them a sort of direction. Though the trail ends abruptly with a mass of stone and dirt as a wall. But they find another path.

Winding through the stones and around corners, an eerie atmosphere in the dark with the occasional squeaking in the distance, seeming to get closer. Squeezing around stalagmites and ducking away from stalactites, the Lost find it a strenuous trip. They travel for nearly a half hour before the realize two things of import.

The squeaking? The high pitched one, it is louder. Both of them notice this. Though it is Circe's pointed ears that figure out the direction of the squeaking. Another five minutes and they find a fissure in a rock wall. The stench of a large amount of bat guano oozes from the fissure. And the squeaking is from a lot of bats. Bats that are leaving out in another direction, there time down in the tunnels having been long enough for darkness to fall above. The Lost can deduce there is another entrance somewhere on the other side, for the bats are going somewhere.

The fissure is quite small, difficult for an adult to get their head through, let alone a torso. The open space on their side isn't great either, making if hard for two people to look through the hole without getting very cozy. Could be sealed, though the bats seem to be ignoring it. For now. Neither Circe nor Kray see gigantic rats, bats, or a horrific corpse eating hybrid.

The second thing? Circe is down to one glow stick to drop.
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Circe:
"Maybe from Sears? You COULD get everything there," she shrugs having not thought about it. It'd looked like scrap metal of some kind, crudely made. Probably salvage from sources that were not sanitary by American food standards. "Or DIY if I'm being honest. Props on the welding."

She giggles in amusement. "I often punished them, for making puns is quite the craft. And I'm decent at wordworking," then sighs, "Though punbelievable it may be, some DID out do me...and then recall they wanted me to stop and become horrified they fell to the Dark Side, oh ho ho ho."

Circe stumbles on a rock due to laughing at the reminder of the bellicose beast balloon they'd found in the sewers. She was glad she'd not shot at it. Kray and Sonja would never have let her live it down. "De-feet by shoe would stain the sole with shame. My greater concern about the person using the contract on something worse. Like a rig hauling gasoline. Or my gun in its shoulder holster," she rubs her chest as she mentions that. Getting shot hurt. Then scoffs, "The crocs themselves could be stabbed or smashed. I doubt the plastic would taste good," Circe is a Summer, so she considers how Kray would fight them. Kray's stomach probably wouldn't enjoy the recycled macro plastics that make up the horrid footwear. "You'd probably dislike biting a croc Kray."

Circe hums in agreement at the prospect of anything in the tunnels being a threat to them. Confidence and violence. Followed by sore muscles as they keep going.

"Kray? Are they getting louder?" Her ears twitch as she looks around, trying to hone in on the noise. Her ears bend in the direction of the noise, pointing in the right direction. "That way," she points with her hand and moves. Will, ducks and weaves with the terrain being what it is. And finds a big hole. That stinks! "Uuuugh," she grimaces as she looks through it, "Why do we keep finding shitty holes underground? Like folks don't clean up their latrines. Oh," she notices the bats. "Bats. Lots of bats. That are fucking off to somewhere else. Ugh, where's the mask?"

Circe takes of the hard hat and tries to stick it through the hole. It doesn't want to go. She puts it back on. Nope. How high up is this fissure from the cave on the other side? If Kray wants a look, she'll move aside. Or climb up or duck down, there isn't much room.

Technically they'd found a resource, if Circe wanted to go through the trouble of harvesting the guano to make saltpeter to make gunpowder. Which she doesn't.

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**Kray** · Feb 12th, 2026 12:13 PM

The weaving, ducking and generally cramped space is wearing on the obese giant. He might seem to prefer the underground of the tunnels but this was another story and one that was loosing its lustre with each new bump, knock and scrap. "Ah. No thanks. Don't ant to answer questions about what I need it for." Buying from mortal retailers was fine for most things but some were best left to faerie solutions.

The turn of conditions for this particular exploration having ground down his good mood no further deep chuckles are forth coming from the ogre. "Uh. If they can out do you, I don't want to meet them." Granted it would likely result in the same outcome as most of Circes but still that was a conversation he could likely manage without. "So. What they lose their funny bone or something?" It is a little hard to believe anyone able to out do Circe would get cold feet on the puns.

He would shrug but at that moment he is in a awkward position trying manoeuvrer his gut through a small space. "Ah." Once in slightly more open ground. "Bah. There we go. Anyways I put plenty of nasty tasty stuff in my mouth. I wouldn't swallow bits of shoe I'm not a goat." His iron stomach might even keep it down, maybe, but that would be worse for him overall. "Ah. Besides where would they find a rig full of petrol in the sewers? I know odd stuff gets flushed but that seems like a stretch." No he was made to shudder at the idea of animated dirty nappies an other such ilk that came down the pipes.

Over his own heavy breathing, careful movement was difficult in and of itself the ogre has to stop to listen. "Uh. Maybe. yeah I think it is." And once Circe has it figured out will follow the summer queen to the les then pleasant source. "Oh. Yeah it does always seem to be you and me wading through the shit huh." But hey it was graft that needed to get done. "Ah. If you cant get in there I don't see anyone coming from the other side either." he was not going to even attempt sticking something through. "Uh. Unless you want me to hammer the wall to open a bit wider?" But why when nature provided a perfectly fine barrier.

All in all what worked for bats was unlikely to work for them. "Uh. Unless we do widen the wall not a lot of point connecting a door here then is there. No way out and all." On that matter. "Oh. Would you like me to connect one to at the end of the railroad?" It would provide a much quicker way to that chamber, and put a lot of distance between fleeing lost and mortal pursuers at least.

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**Circe** · Feb 12th, 2026 08:45 PM

"Could just buy a portable bathtub," Circe propose to Kray before recalling he is probably looking into making human soup. It wasn't likely to be her or her mortal colleagues, so not a concern for her. The Summer isn't a goody two shoes paladin, she is a gun bunny smuggler.

"Minor humiliation and mockery from others for falling prey to my corruptive teachings," the smile she has is quite wide. "And, ya know, cookies. Dark Side joke, and Pavlovian promotion of more puns." Obvious actions on her part, but she is quite happy to promote such bad behavior. Like promoting violence to her customers to promote Summer and sales.

She tries to slide out of the way, hand going to her slinged gun to ensure safety is on. No point in risking THAT happening down here. Circe almost thought she might have to do that hallway climb thing to make room for Kray to see, but she is a Larcenist. Flexibility is her schtick, even if she won't enjoy bending over to her right this much for long.

In the sewer? "Uh, they'd find the rig on the street?" She confusedly tells Kray. "The contract could work on more than shoes. I mean," she nods her head after a moment, "If you are worried about the sewers, maybe a animated propane tank rolling around? That'd be a pain to fight." Circe can see it. The possibility of formerly food things being reanimated hadn't occurred to Circe. If it does, Kray can expect the tech savvy Summer to quickly discover the Great and Mighty Poo. And amuse herself with the shitty operatic performance.

Those bats are taking a long time to leave are they not? What was on the other side. "Hmm," she checks her pockets. Walkie talkie for communication yes. Smartphone no, since it won't work down here. "Kay. Kray? I can't use my phone's camera to take pictures of the other side. It's upstairs. In Funderland." She gets a little purple at that. "And please don't Koolaid Man the wall. Could be load bearing, top of a ledge, and scared bat attack. I'd rather not get rabies shots again."

The bats were probably going up some well or steep exit that they'd need climbing gear to get up. Maybe Sonja Wu could get out that way without help, but certainly not the Autumn or Summer monarchs. "Nope," she shakes her head in agreement that there was no reason to Hedge Gate this area. Especially since they couldn't use the hole to exit into the Hedge.

Circe looks around for a rock to drop down the other side. When the bats quiet down of course. "Judge the height or some Indiana Jones, Lara Croft, explorer adventuring stuff like that." The comparison was apt as Kray did have the nice hat whilst she had the nice...guns.

As for the railroad? "We could. It has tools for a mundane exit, digging out and gas masks. Just in case Thorn side is too dangerous at the time," that was the paranoia of the Lost settling in. Though if one is trying to escape Them as they have a Wild Hunt in Sacramento's Hedge? Not entering the Hedge would probably be a smart move.

failure

"One bullet..." she starts counting in an intentionally idiosyncratic way.

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Narration

It takes at least 5 minutes for the bats to all depart out of earshot. Likely less horizontal distance change and more a vertical change. As for the rock? It takes a full 2 seconds for it to hit the bottom.

If your character doesn't know physics or high school science trivia of how falling object velocity works, this would be a roll to figure out how far it falls. The attribute would be Intelligence. The skill options are Academics, Science, or Survival. Alternatively, they count the time and look it up online later.

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2026-02-05 12:31:11	Kray rolls 1 to Int + academics (untrained) (10 Again, Chance)	4	failure

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2026-02-08 16:43:16	Circe rolls 7 to Remember (10 Again)	8, 4, 1, 10, 3, 10, 3, 9, 8	5 successes

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2026-02-10 22:27:14	Circe rolls 8 to perception (10 Again)	9, 1, 9, 6, 1, 3, 1, 7	2 successes

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2026-02-10 22:27:38	Circe rolls 8 to perception (10 Again)	2, 10, 5, 10, 8, 5, 8, 1, 7, 4	4 successes

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2026-02-11 10:44:47	Kray rolls 2 to perception wits+comp-clarity (10 Again)	10, 6, 7	1 success

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