PRP Tunnels: What Lies Forth

**Circe** · Jan 23rd, 2026 10:44 PM

Narration:

Beneath Funderland is a series of tunnels. In fact, it is below a good chunk of Sacramento. Rum Running Tunnels, some sections even used to have tours. Mostly dull grey stone, sometimes brown, water filled blue, concrete filled, and often covered in dust and dryness. These tunnels have their own ecosystem of fungi flora and verminous fauna. The Lost discovered they had access to these tunnels through the theme park. And that some THING else was once down here.

Being a paranoid lot, the Lost have sought to secure the tunnels with extreme prejudice by way of technically legal chemical warfare. The Tunnels Gremlins, named by decree of Director Sonja Wu, were taken quite seriously as a possible hazard. And yet, the Lost only had to clean up a lot of dead vermin, not scrub out new patches of green slime.

Some of the Changelings now prepare to return to the tunnels, for whilst they trapped the Hell out of the path towards the old Tunnel Gremlin nest, they hadn't searched to the North of it. Which hinders there movement forward, as the Lost arriving will have to move the barbed wire, snares, nail planks, and maybe not the tin can noise makers that are in their way from going forth to the East. Kray's deadfall was no so easily removed.

Their wheel barrow of supplies includes 3 portable very high lumen spotlights, 3 LED lanterns, 2 LED head bands, 2 hard hats, 3 LED flashlights, 5 walkie talkies, work gloves, an entrenching tool, 1/4 of a roll of 30 gallon garbage bags, a crowbar, 40' of rope, a 50' extension cord, a gas mask, and a gas mask with straps modified for a certain Gristlegrinder's trollish head.
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Circe:

After the prior cleanup trips, Circe was now a little skeptical that there were any Tunnel Gremlins left to kill. And having fought invisible enemies now, she was both happy for this and irked she didn't get to vent lead and rage at additional invisible enemies. As a positive note, she got the underground explorer attire down pat now.

And she had a functional plan for fighting an invisible opponent that would NOT result in her expected companion gasping for air alongside said opponent. Crafty is the gun crazed Summer, she will say so if anyone asks.

Bragging later, work now. The snares are easy to disarm, but the spikes and barbed wire will require gloves, so Circe is starting with the snares.

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**Circe** · Jan 23rd, 2026 10:53 PM

ooc: The tunnels current mapping...i hope this posts right

**Kray** · Jan 24th, 2026 06:14 AM

With places to be explored and work to be done the ogre once again ducks and squeezes his way into the tunnels. His assortment of weaponry today favouring the odds of practical labour. A fire axe at one hip, machete on the other his trusty sledge slung on a cord over his shoulder an his shovel in his hands. And Circes gift of the modified baseball helmet on his head in place of the usual fedora.

As long strides take him over the bridge he stops and looks down. "Ha. Hear that fellas no more squeaking away." Chuckling deep and darkly in such a way it seems to rolls through the tunnel ahead of him. "Ha. Well You don't do you." One of the illusory candle flames of his mantle flares growing in size the fake flames forming into the classical skull and cross bones that indicate poisonous material, the flaming skull seeming to leer down into the empty pit for a moment before fading away back to the flicking candle flame.

After the cruel little interlude the giant caries on until he finds where they will be starting out from today. "Ah. Queen Circe hello, not kept you waiting to long I trust." Between traps, cameras and the do it yourself bug bombing the ogre had become a little less wary of invisible stalking monsters himself. "Hm. You been alright? I sent you a letter and didn't get so much as a flippant response back. Had me a little worried." The groundskeeper was highly component no question or doubt there but she did have a tendency to put herself into dangerous spots, and well that only needs to go wrong once.

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**Circe** · Jan 24th, 2026 07:01 PM

Circe:
Candle light could've forewarned her of Kray's arrival, if it wasn't for him not being quiet instead. "Howdy King Kray," she greets him back as the barbed wire is taken care of. She doubted those little fires help with light anymore than her own Mantle dries her off after a shower. Wait, what is he talking about?

"Uh, depends when did you send it? Cause there was a night early this month I bled on a lot of paper whilst waiting for my garden to finish growing a healing fruit," Circe was being honest. It'd been an annoying attempt at theft during a sale. A stupid one too, given how her colleagues had responded. Sure, Kevlar is awesome, but 45-70 is still a round for one shotting bears or bigger. "Important fashion reminder, aramid only makes bullets less lethal. Especially the BIG ones," she rubs to the left of her stomach at the memory.

There was still the matter of the letter. Which had probably soaked up blueberry flavored Fairest blood before ending up in the trash with the gauss and few other letters. "It wasn't time sensitive, was it? What was it about Kray?"

ooc: Player failure on that one. Somehow ORIGINS failed to see the mention and respond during new years. Sorry ReubanBrightwood. But it does give us another wild Circe story to throw in, maybe Glimpse later.

**Kray** · Jan 24th, 2026 07:17 PM

He uses the blade of the shovel to scratch an itch forming between his shoulder blades, through the heavy material of clothing it worked wonders. But stops as Circe tells her story. "Ah. Someone shot you? Want me to eat them?" That takes the idea of a pound of flesh to an entirely new place. "Bah. Little fools need to learn you don't do that." Criminals, proper ones still had a way of operating which did not involve needless shooting each other.

But as for the letter. "Uh. Back near the start of the new year sometime." And the giants face lights up, bulging yellow eyes seeming to gleam a little in the candle light, the topic clearly one he he is happy about. "Oh. You said some time back you were willing to help when it came time for Edna's to move, well that time came and has past. All settled into our new spot now." And a rather large vacant lot left in Funderland where the boarding house used to be. A lot he had plans ofr of course, but those like all things would take time.

No worries or need to be sorry at all

Things slip the net for all of us at the best of times and start of January is a rather busy one to boot. Only brought it up as a talking point. Hope things are well with you!

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**Circe** · Jan 25th, 2026 02:09 PM

Circe:

"Oh ho ho ho! Oooh, thank you Kray," she is quite touched by the offer. It'd be funny too. "Dumbass thought 45-70 Mare's Leg would let him rob the gun runners," surprising Kray hadn't heard about it. It wasn't exactly kept quiet. "The boys and girls I work with showed would 9 to 1 beats a lever action. Sooooo, you might get lead poisoning. And Lyme," she wasn't exactly sure what the mundies did for corpse disposal. "Not sure what the local mundy cleaner used to dispose of corpses. But safe to say you wouldn't even get a spoonful by now."

Though maybe she should've asked for the rifle? Eh, it was probably too damaged after the fact.

Then she nods about the letter, "About the right time then. Goblin Fruits kept me from hospital yet not full heal," that'd been annoying. And quite painful as wounds go. "Sorry to miss out on that man. I guess I owe you for breaking a promise. I'll make it up to ya Kray. Business backup or catering?" She offers as solutions. Stereotyping the Gristlegrinder a bit? Sure. Possibly effective? She will have to see. Sure, he could crush a dozen pizzas in one sitting...okay, criminal activity would likely cost way less than buying him food if Kray decided to eat until full.

"Oh, uh, releveant ot the now question. You didn't happen to have to smash any invisible Tunnel Gremlins on the way did you? Or, what the fanculo was it when they died?" What had the detective's diary said? "Green sludge spots? I haven't, so, just want to be sure."

Otherwise, they were just going on a hike. An underground hike sure, but still a glorified hike.

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**Kray** · Jan 25th, 2026 04:42 PM

That sure was some logic wasn't it. "Ah. It really boggles the brain that someone can think it's a good idea to try and rob the arms merchants. I mean come on if you got the firepower to hold them up. You don't need to be holding them up." And holding up the guys with all the guns was just plain brain dead. "Bah. Waste of a good body." He grumbles a bit, sure he tries hard not to eat anyone alive but if they died for reasons unrelated to him, well could anyone really complain if he indulged his hunger?

He and Circe had not sworn a pledge on it, but words did matter and it they had sworn the wyrd would have cared nothing that the Blue elf was bleeding blueberry jam all over her post. "Hm. For the sake of being proper sure something can be arranged." A light bulb goes over his head, one made of illusionary flames as he has an idea. "Oh. If it's making things up how about you handle that upstart courier of yours. I've heard what Jacks been saying." Who hadn't, the guy had been quite public about it. "Bah. That's the thanks I get for giving him a second and third chance to fix his little screw ups apparently." That the summer beast seemed to want to lynch the ogre, run him out of town or similar. "Ah. If he keeps up like he is, he is likely to start something I will have to finish." So The ogre wasn't planning immediate retaliation then. And it seems he is trying to use this opportunity for a more peaceful resolution, a rare day indeed someone better check hell hasn't frozen over.

At the next question he shakes his head slowly. "Uh. No not now and not when I was cleaning out the dead rodents from the pit." So maybe the hunters of yester year had succeeded just at quite the high price. "Hm. What about you any camouflaged stalking green things?" The lack of gun fire suggested an answer but hey better to ask.

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**Circe** · Jan 25th, 2026 09:05 PM

Circe:

"Ah, arrogance and stupidity, all in one package. Efficient!" Though she didn't approve of the cannibalism on a professional level. Kray was the only Gristlegrinder in town, and most other Lost were too like the mundies to not get the shakes from trying it. Oh, and morals too probably were a factor somewhere in there, bad PR.

Did he just make a lightbulb with his Mantle? Her own formless heat flares up, making the Summer Queen's immediate surroundings briefly suffer from a heat haze that quickly fades. Circe blinks a little as she listens to Kray. Yes, she thought it was cool, but did her freaking Mantle just get jealous over her thinking that?

"Ah, Jack," she sighs in annoyance as her ears droop before going flush with her skull, "I feel I must repeat myself. For that would be robber could be a portent of Jack's future." There Freehold was, oddly, cohesive in how it cooperated. Either low numbers necessitate it or maybe good diplomats in the other three courts, somehow the Summer Queen never had anyone at her throat that had a crown in town. "I may have to open up with tasering his ass, depending on how stupid he has been, plus where and how loud he's been barking...I do not like this analogy, it implies I zap puppies." That was the gripe with it. "And more conflicting for me Kray, is my titles. Queen of Summer," points at her head, "Groundskeeper," waves her arms and then finger guns at Kray, "Your friend."

She finishes the cleanup as she talks, "First says Summer being uppity shit is proper. We are supposed to rage and lash out, even when it is stupid. I don't, but I'm weird. Second title says internal conflict bad. Talk with both of you to deescalate. Third? Taser his testicles for barking at you too much. Fanculo me," she shakes her head, "Why do so many of our noobs seem to need therapists that we don't have? Oh wait," she pipes up with faux cheer, "Its caused we're all fucked in the head."

It was a conflicting feeling. The Summer wanted to cheer for him lashing out, but friendships and duty had been anchors for her in Sacramento a LOT more often than her fellow Summers had been. This was assuming that Jack stuck around longer than those other Summers.

Circe shakes it off with a sigh as her ears droop again. She raises her hands in a shrug, " Fanculo, odio fottutamente essere fottutamente responsabile. Second is what I SHOULD do. I'll have words with Jack. Sooner than later, even if it ends up with me having to play telephone between him and you for a while he cools his dumb ass. If he insists on challenging to settle things, you can out drink him if I get him to go with, uh, like beer pong or dizzy bat, right?"

Alcohol and contests were an option that used to work to increase camaraderie when she first showed up. And given he Size difference, she was fairly certain that Kray had a advantage. Or probably could find someone through his contacts that could let him eat something that'd lessen alcohols affects for a bit. It was in some movie, so maybe it was possible?

Circe lets out a disappointed sigh as she looks down. "Nope. Not when I was vacuuming roaches, shoveling rats, or clawing up reptiles." She pouts in what would be cute manner if she wasn't fondling her Beretta style machinegun she had slung to her side. "Didn't get to shoot nothing. And I overestimated the gila monster belt sizes. Hah," she looks back up at Kray, "You want a gila monster skin belt?"

It was well made and sturdy. After a moment she looks down the tunnel, to the semi-explored path ahead. "Guess that means we probably won't run into any Gremlins. Faaanculo, Sonja's name keeps making me expect to hear that cackle. Suppose we should start though, you might want this in case we do run into them."

Circe grabs the modified gas mask from the wheelbarrow with her left hand. Her right is...emphasizing the tear gas cannisters on her right breast holster.

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**Kray** · Jan 26th, 2026 08:50 AM

The giant grunts. "Ah. Well they got what's coming that's for sure." And his great gut lets out a rumble or a grumble as the thoughts of snacking on a still warm body circulate. The blast of desert heat was unexpected and the hand holding the shovel comes up by reflex to guard against it, but the giant doesn't question to the why.

Jack it seemed was more of a sore spot then he realised, or being straw manned in for something that was, either or. "Bah. Yeah I get it, Summers get angry. They say heated stuff and it escalates." Which is what he was actually trying to avoid, it was why no fuss has yet been kicked up over it. "Ah. Maybe just remind him that he told every member of the freehold the name of his keeper at Autumn equinox." That had nothing to do with anger, that was just foolish.

And that was before things started getting really stupid. "Oh. And When he tried to screw me on the deal at the restaurant, I gave him two chances to write his wrongs but he decided to start talking about Lost business in front of mortals." Circe had been there for that one of course. "Ah. Then when he got my title wrong I gave him two chances to get it right and all I got from him was sarcasm." Circe had been there for that one as well. Mian had made the same blunder but made amends and the giant had forgiven her on the spot. "Hmpfh. Despite that I still gave him the bare minimum respect a member of the free hold gets, Something he apparently was not capable of doing, neverminded it wasn't just me he spoke poorly of Queen Sonnie to ." Not as disrespectfully but it was a poor position for the new boy to take.

Which all lead up to what the ogre wants from this. "Ah. Just paint the picture for him. His mouth is going to get him into trouble." The cocky arrogance would sort itself out one way or another. As proven by the fool that shot Circe. "Bah. I'm not looking for compensation, a challenge or even an apology. I get it, none of us are right in the head." So what is he after then? Is he brutishly trying to act altruistic? "Oh. But he if does become a challenge, if it gets to that know. I'm taking a limb or two as my prize." If it fell to him to teach Jack the lesson, it would be taught in a way that the beats would never be able to forget. Charity and good will did have limits, especially wen it was an ogre supplying them.

The ogre does seem to have worked himself into a foul mood, it is clear there is plenty he would greatly enjoy inflicting on the upstart beast, but is exercising every ounce of restraint he has to try this more diplomatic approach. Circe then catches him entirely off guard. "Uh. A what belt?" If it came from anything living down here the answer was probably a no. But he will take the gas mask and switch it out for the baseball helmet.

Hefting the shovel onto the shoulder he normally rests his hammer over ready to under way. "Ah. Shame I wouldn't mind hitting something right about now." But it was good for the freehold over all. "Hm. Oh also don't know if you saw but I got some wards in the underhand hollow, between them an the sewer side door the place should be functionally fit for purpose." Speaking of thigs for the freehold.

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**Circe** · Jan 26th, 2026 12:13 PM

Circe:

She really needs to have a meeting with Jack anyway. To explain how Summer has worked with the rest of the Freehold in the past. Well, Circe since she'd been the only Summer most of the time. Folks may have the wrong idea about Summers. That makes her chuckle, "Ya think folks have forgotten that I'm a weirdly Wyrd Summer and expected him to act like me? I could get try getting him to dress like me," she waves her arms to her current skin suit. "Maybe something with a skirt, bar mid rift, and cleavage window?"

And then there is everything else that Jack has done. Circe makes an audible slap as she facepalms at that level of idiocy. "Fucking idiot," she growls out. Though what Kray considers subtle hints could go full subway transit beneath some folks' perception. Not to insult the cutey-pie Beasts, but some folks are oblivious. "Gonna guess Jack's last Freehold was typical courts snapping at each other kind. WE are cooperative. I, uh, honestly Kray?" She looks at him, "I can't remember the last time someone with a crown that wasn't Summer was not a friend of mine. Even when I had to yell at everyone to stop fighting, still my friends. And called them out on making the Summer play peacekeeper!"

Jack was someone she needed to get to heel before she had to solve a problem it seems. "He better not act like the Generale Idiota or his pet glass psycho. THAT kind of correction would involve 12 gauge." And she'd rather not have to do that. Maybe rocksalt, but hopefully Jack wasn't that arrogant and stupid. Of course, Circe only had Kray's words and not Jack's on why he was barking so loud. As for the limb removal, that was understandable to a degree. "As Groundskeeper, I'll make sure he understands. Maybe make him do some homework on the Club Speak and WHY we don't infight here. And we DO know a place that sells replacement limbs," she tries to be blasé about her courtier being threatened with dismemberment. It was even technically true.

Given Kray's culinary cravings, she was certain that getting the limb back to reattach would not be an option.

"Heee-la monster, fat lizard. Likes deserts and tunnels," Circe clarifies to him. "Found three rotting, skinned the good bits and made leather belt. Buuut wraps around my ass," she uses both hands to point at her waist in a circular motion. "Time and a quarter around me at least. Overestimated my size unless I start packing in the donuts enough to make the cops draw on me without committing a crime." Fairest had some advantages, but being big was rarely one of them. Maybe some Draconians were amazons. "You waist is bigger and you've done a lot down here, you want?"

"Excellent! I have shovels and picks at the poison township tunnel's dirt pack," she assures him of that escape routes viability. "And put a little caltrop dispenser on the back of the electric cart. Since most folks hafta crawl along those tracks," which would make for extra fun times when pursuers found said caltrops. "That'd make two viable ways out for everyone then. Great work Kray," she gives him a thumbs up.

And then points a light down the tunnel, "Well, shall we then?"

2 successes

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Narration:

Make perception rolls if you proceed forth into the unknown tunnels. Wits plus Investigation or Survival can be used as an alternative.

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2026-01-26 11:13:14	Circe rolls 8 to perception (10 Again)	1, 5, 1, 8, 6, 10, 4, 6, 7	2 successes

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