(2508) Eternal Seasons

[Jack Violet]

Jack grinned as he shifted the topic back. “If we’re talking stairs, flares could work cleaner than oil or gas. Rig them so a trip line snaps a striker and the flare goes off mid-step. Bright light, smoke, and a whole lot of noise all at once. Anyone rushing up or down gets blinded and choked for a few beats, and you don’t risk torching the whole place.”

He rolled his shoulders, considering. “Could even chain it — first trip sets off the flare, second trip drops something heavy once they’re stumbling. Light to disorient, weight to punish. It’s messy, but it buys time and gives you a signal someone’s coming.”

[Kray]

The fate of the rats and roaches elicits a dark chuckle from the giant “Oh.” That’s good to hear, only downside is won’t get to eat them after.” But you can’t win them all . “Huh. I’ll keep that in mind Circe.” More solem now, court favour was nothing to joke about.

A confused look taking place on nasty features before understanding dawns at the elementals choice of words. “Ag. But folks would have less objection to me eating peas once they warm up.” Mina seemed decent enough so it was no grantee he would eat her but well ogre are known for lapses in good judgement in the moment.

Now Jack ignoring him was another matter one that did not place the new summer in the giants good graces.

[Sonnie Wu]

"Mmm, good good," she playfully mimicked Kray, snickering afterward.

She laughed at Circe, "Pet away! Fugly lurves it!" If she was confused about why the Summer Queen was talknig about silencers, the Beast seemed to let it slide.
The dog was, indeed, happy to be petted by both Circe and Mina. He lavished in the attention, his tail going 100 miles per hour.

[Circe]

"Yeah yeah Kray, I know they're bad puns," she shakes her head, "But gas puns are like helium. Hard to come by or squeak out," she winks. It wasn't like he could participate. Not unless he wanted to go for a very customized gas mask and hood. Circe was personally going full hazmat for gassing the tunnels.

Circe looks at Jack. A frown on her face as her ears droop down. "Fanculo," she cusses, "I...have been over thinking this. Thank you Jack, though the point is to destroy the stairs and block pursuit," was the idea at any rate. More time to follow was more time to dig out the exit. "But flares on trip wire trigger? That could light it up a lot faster than lanterns that MIGHT break." It was better. "Traps for elsewhere though, suggestions welcome!"

She'd an idea for chaining an electrifying the Funderland entrance. No chance for lethal using a kart battery, but feasible.

"Oh don't worry Mina," she waves her left hand in he negative, "If you do something really bad, I'll tell you. Unless it is endangering the club, then tazer before talk." Because shutting you up was more important than allowing exposure. "As for help, how are you at manual," counting on the left hand now, "trap making, or are you able to wear a gas mask?" Because inspection could be important.

Most important, Sir Fugly gets her full attention. The Monkey Queen missing the pun of gun was not a surprise. Quiet solutions were quite effective. "Positive note, Fugly is the cuuuuteeee. Also, haven't had anything come up that called for the patched up riotous attire."

[Jack Violet]

Jack smirked at Circe’s frown. “Hey, no shame in overthinking — better than waking up with your eyebrows singed off because you under thought it. Trust me, it’s a bad look.”

His eyes flicked over to Kray then, and he gave a half-shrug. “Didn’t mean to give you the cold shoulder, big guy. Just figured you didn’t need me explaining how rain works while you were busy planning dinner.” A grin tugged at his mouth. “Though if you are serious about eating rats, at least wait until after the gas clears. No one wants roasted vermin with a side of mustard-gas flavor.”

Back to Circe, Jack snapped his fingers. “So, stairs. Forget the lantern mess — flares are the way to go. Trip wire hits the striker, flare lights, boom — whole place looks like a rave from hell. Anyone charging up those steps gets blinded, smoked out, and real nervous real quick. If the goal’s to wreck the stairs, stash a resin bag or something nasty a step lower. Flare cooks it, stairs go up, they go down.”

He tapped the side of his nose like it was a secret. “And for the rest of the place? Keep it dirty, keep it loud. String some bottles, cans, whatever you’ve got. Doesn’t matter if it looks dumb — noise is warning, and warning means we don’t get jumped in our sleep.”

Finally, he leaned back against the wall, casual as ever. “But hey, if all else fails, we’ll just hand Kray a sack of peas and point him at the problem. Ogre thunder’ll take care of the rest.”

[Saber Sloth]

Conversation continues as the evening deepens into night, the Lost dispersing before dawn can find them

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