Seeing as the clock's not broken, there's no need for Tinker's Tools. Mr. Blue, you soon enough find an outlet, and plug it in. The bright red LED display flashes a time: 18:39. After looking at all the buttons, and experimenting with holding certain buttons, pressing them twice, etc., you finally figure out how to change the time. You figure it's only a few hours off, and change it to 15:45 (to account for the five-ish minutes spent experimenting) with a few presses of a button. You don't know how to change it from 24-hour time to 12-hour time, if that's what you're used to.
Around three days have passed since Mr. Blue set up the clock, and no other earthquakes or shockwaves have passed through the bunker. You all spend your time together, playing dice and exploring the bunker. Suddenly, you hear a very loud knock somewhere directly above your head. You look back at the map, and see there's a small "Ground Floor", labeled off to the side. It seems to be a single small hallway, and it's the only way to go outside. After a minute or two, the knocking turns into a fast and frustrated pounding.
(ooc: You all now know the layout of the bunker! I'll be making a general map of where things are sometime in the next few days, and I'll edit this post to put the image here, in a spoiler. Word to the wise, keep track of this. It might be important later.)
valkas follows mr blue, he looked at the door with suspicion "so. . . someone is at the door. maybe let him in? is this a survivor?" he whispers to the others
Upon hearing your voice, Valkas, the pounding stops. A muddled voice can be heard from the other side of the door, and you can only make out a portion of what they're saying. "I'm... ...arely survived... can help.... please let me..." There's a big pause at the other end of the door.
Valkas and Emelina:
If you two listen hard enough, through the door, you can hear a few small sobs coming from the other side. Whether or not they're from the person speaking is anyone's guess.
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Jack, a Changeling Artificer/Bard/Cleric/Fighter/Rogue---RynnElocin'sFrom Dusk to Dawn Amon, a Fairy Arcane Trickster---ShieldHero_'s Fractum
"It seems someone is alive. Let me open the door when everyone is ready" Emeline gestures with her hand and mumbles something under her breath. A spectral hand appears floating nearby.
All of you take a cautious step back---and Valkas equips his bow---as Emelina's ghost hand helper opens the door. Wind blows violently at you and dust is kicked in your faces and you put your arms up, eyes closed, to cover your faces against it all. The door flies open, and you all open your eyes as the wind dies down; in front of you stand two figures wrapped in faded, frayed, and dusty rags. The rags cover everything, including their faces, with only a space for their eyes that's been left uncovered. One figure is significantly smaller than the other, and they're holding hands. The smaller figure is clearly crying, and it sounds like a child's sobs. The taller of the two looks at the smaller and then looks back at all of you. They make eye contact with everyone standing in the hallway and then they speak. "May we come in? We've been traveling for weeks, and we ran out of food a day ago. Please." It sounds like a man's voice. He sounds terrified---but through the emotion you can hear a slight elvish accent peeking through. "Please," his voice cracks. "We can help in any way that's needed, if there's a need for help," he pleads.
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Jack, a Changeling Artificer/Bard/Cleric/Fighter/Rogue---RynnElocin'sFrom Dusk to Dawn Amon, a Fairy Arcane Trickster---ShieldHero_'s Fractum
Emeline shields herself from the gust of wind. She gestures them to come in. Then she directs her spectral hand to firmly close the door. Afterwards she dismisses the spectral hand.
"of course. but how did you managed to survive? are you survivors of another bunker?" valkas asks the two figures. Thomas starts sniffing them, curious about the newcomers
"Thank you, really. It means so much." The taller figure's voice cracks once more. The small child has stopped sobbing, and is now hiding behind his leg. "We're not hurt, we just managed to escape to the underground sewer system when the earthquake hit a few days ago. We got out yesterday morning, right as the dust cleared, and started looking for food. We found nothing until now, we were about to give up. That's when we stumbled across this entrance." He steps inside, having to beckon the child to come in with him. They step back from Thomas' curious searching, and they cower behind the man's leg once more. Hearing Mr. Blue, they look up at you with squinting eyes and furrowed brows. It's only when Emeline's hand shuts the door behind them when the man pulls off the rags covering his face and addresses everyone standing in front of him. He takes a deep breath in to calm himself down. "I'm Hin," he states, in as neutral of a tone as he can muster at the moment, "And this is Sheerow. Say hello, Row." He kneels beside them, and pulls off the girl's rags.
The two look nothing alike. The man's olive-skinned complexion is full of dust, and the brown mess of hair covering his head is mangled and dirty. His ears, coming to a point at the end, are cut and bloody in various places, and accompany the scratch marks and scabs on his hands and face. Hin, seeing no response from the child, looks her in the eyes and raises his eyebrows at her. Meekly, the child raises a single fair hand in greeting, but does nothing more. Sheerow is very small in stature, only around a foot and a half tall, dwarfed by her counterpart's whopping height of 5'8". Her hair---also mangled and matted---is the ghost of white, only made a light brown from the dirt in it. She has not nearly as many cuts and scrapes on her porcelain face as Hin, and her doll-like facial features remain almost untouched through the blood and dirt. Her eyes are the most striking thing about her, it's like two blood-red rubies were inset in her irises. Hin stands back up again. "Thank you so much for letting us in." He pauses for a second, taking a long look at Sheerow, who has returned to her position behind his leg. "By any chance do you have any water, or some clean rags we could use to wash ourselves up? And a first aid kit. I'm terrified at the thought of Sheerow getting an infection from the wounds on her face." The two stand as still as statues; as if they walked in on a party they weren't invited to.
(ooc: what a long post! I meant to get to it earlier, and kept on getting sidetracked.)
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Jack, a Changeling Artificer/Bard/Cleric/Fighter/Rogue---RynnElocin'sFrom Dusk to Dawn Amon, a Fairy Arcane Trickster---ShieldHero_'s Fractum
Emelina softens a bit after seeing their condition "Alright take a seat and I will get some water and clean towel. Mr. Blue could you grab a first aid kit. Thanks" She heads off and after a moment of searching brings back some water and a towel.
"I am game" Emelina pulls up a seat and plays dice with Gwin
Mr Blue does his best to help get the clock on what he thinks is the right time
Intelligence check? 11 Also proficient with tinker's tools, if those would help
Paladin - warforged - orange
Seeing as the clock's not broken, there's no need for Tinker's Tools. Mr. Blue, you soon enough find an outlet, and plug it in. The bright red LED display flashes a time: 18:39. After looking at all the buttons, and experimenting with holding certain buttons, pressing them twice, etc., you finally figure out how to change the time. You figure it's only a few hours off, and change it to 15:45 (to account for the five-ish minutes spent experimenting) with a few presses of a button. You don't know how to change it from 24-hour time to 12-hour time, if that's what you're used to.
Around three days have passed since Mr. Blue set up the clock, and no other earthquakes or shockwaves have passed through the bunker. You all spend your time together, playing dice and exploring the bunker. Suddenly, you hear a very loud knock somewhere directly above your head. You look back at the map, and see there's a small "Ground Floor", labeled off to the side. It seems to be a single small hallway, and it's the only way to go outside. After a minute or two, the knocking turns into a fast and frustrated pounding.
(ooc: You all now know the layout of the bunker! I'll be making a general map of where things are sometime in the next few days, and I'll edit this post to put the image here, in a spoiler. Word to the wise, keep track of this. It might be important later.)
Jack, a Changeling Artificer/Bard/Cleric/Fighter/Rogue---RynnElocin's From Dusk to Dawn
Amon, a Fairy Arcane Trickster---ShieldHero_'s Fractum
I'M BACK
PFP credit goes to Mo Willems
Mr Blue heads up to the hall, but keeps looking back and forth between the door and the others, practically holding his breath to try to keep quiet
Paladin - warforged - orange
valkas follows mr blue, he looked at the door with suspicion "so. . . someone is at the door. maybe let him in? is this a survivor?" he whispers to the others
Emelina also walks to the door keeping quiet. She whispers "I think we should ask who they are through the door, before opening it"
"ok." valkas walks towards the door "who is it?" he asks to woever is knocking at the door
Upon hearing your voice, Valkas, the pounding stops. A muddled voice can be heard from the other side of the door, and you can only make out a portion of what they're saying. "I'm... ...arely survived... can help.... please let me..." There's a big pause at the other end of the door.
Valkas and Emelina:
If you two listen hard enough, through the door, you can hear a few small sobs coming from the other side. Whether or not they're from the person speaking is anyone's guess.
Jack, a Changeling Artificer/Bard/Cleric/Fighter/Rogue---RynnElocin's From Dusk to Dawn
Amon, a Fairy Arcane Trickster---ShieldHero_'s Fractum
I'M BACK
PFP credit goes to Mo Willems
valkas looks at the group "so someone survived? we need to open it. . . it may be really someone in need"
"It seems someone is alive. Let me open the door when everyone is ready" Emeline gestures with her hand and mumbles something under her breath. A spectral hand appears floating nearby.
"Right, let´s all take a step back, just in case." Gwin says, worried for whoever is outside but cautious. "Okay... ready."
valkas steps back too, with bow in hands.
Emelina nods and opens the door with her spectral hand. "Here we go"
All of you take a cautious step back---and Valkas equips his bow---as Emelina's ghost hand helper opens the door. Wind blows violently at you and dust is kicked in your faces and you put your arms up, eyes closed, to cover your faces against it all. The door flies open, and you all open your eyes as the wind dies down; in front of you stand two figures wrapped in faded, frayed, and dusty rags. The rags cover everything, including their faces, with only a space for their eyes that's been left uncovered. One figure is significantly smaller than the other, and they're holding hands. The smaller figure is clearly crying, and it sounds like a child's sobs. The taller of the two looks at the smaller and then looks back at all of you. They make eye contact with everyone standing in the hallway and then they speak. "May we come in? We've been traveling for weeks, and we ran out of food a day ago. Please." It sounds like a man's voice. He sounds terrified---but through the emotion you can hear a slight elvish accent peeking through. "Please," his voice cracks. "We can help in any way that's needed, if there's a need for help," he pleads.
Jack, a Changeling Artificer/Bard/Cleric/Fighter/Rogue---RynnElocin's From Dusk to Dawn
Amon, a Fairy Arcane Trickster---ShieldHero_'s Fractum
I'M BACK
PFP credit goes to Mo Willems
Mr Blue steps forward. "Of course! Come in, please. We have food. Are either of you hurt?"
He kneels down to speak to the child. "Let's get you something to eat, and then cleaned up. We have a few things to play with here, too."
Paladin - warforged - orange
Ainsley heads to the pantry and gets some canned meat and corn to share with the two visitors.
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Emeline shields herself from the gust of wind. She gestures them to come in. Then she directs her spectral hand to firmly close the door. Afterwards she dismisses the spectral hand.
"of course. but how did you managed to survive? are you survivors of another bunker?" valkas asks the two figures. Thomas starts sniffing them, curious about the newcomers
"Thank you, really. It means so much." The taller figure's voice cracks once more. The small child has stopped sobbing, and is now hiding behind his leg. "We're not hurt, we just managed to escape to the underground sewer system when the earthquake hit a few days ago. We got out yesterday morning, right as the dust cleared, and started looking for food. We found nothing until now, we were about to give up. That's when we stumbled across this entrance." He steps inside, having to beckon the child to come in with him. They step back from Thomas' curious searching, and they cower behind the man's leg once more. Hearing Mr. Blue, they look up at you with squinting eyes and furrowed brows. It's only when Emeline's hand shuts the door behind them when the man pulls off the rags covering his face and addresses everyone standing in front of him. He takes a deep breath in to calm himself down. "I'm Hin," he states, in as neutral of a tone as he can muster at the moment, "And this is Sheerow. Say hello, Row." He kneels beside them, and pulls off the girl's rags.
The two look nothing alike. The man's olive-skinned complexion is full of dust, and the brown mess of hair covering his head is mangled and dirty. His ears, coming to a point at the end, are cut and bloody in various places, and accompany the scratch marks and scabs on his hands and face. Hin, seeing no response from the child, looks her in the eyes and raises his eyebrows at her. Meekly, the child raises a single fair hand in greeting, but does nothing more. Sheerow is very small in stature, only around a foot and a half tall, dwarfed by her counterpart's whopping height of 5'8". Her hair---also mangled and matted---is the ghost of white, only made a light brown from the dirt in it. She has not nearly as many cuts and scrapes on her porcelain face as Hin, and her doll-like facial features remain almost untouched through the blood and dirt. Her eyes are the most striking thing about her, it's like two blood-red rubies were inset in her irises.
Hin stands back up again. "Thank you so much for letting us in." He pauses for a second, taking a long look at Sheerow, who has returned to her position behind his leg. "By any chance do you have any water, or some clean rags we could use to wash ourselves up? And a first aid kit. I'm terrified at the thought of Sheerow getting an infection from the wounds on her face." The two stand as still as statues; as if they walked in on a party they weren't invited to.
(ooc: what a long post! I meant to get to it earlier, and kept on getting sidetracked.)
Jack, a Changeling Artificer/Bard/Cleric/Fighter/Rogue---RynnElocin's From Dusk to Dawn
Amon, a Fairy Arcane Trickster---ShieldHero_'s Fractum
I'M BACK
PFP credit goes to Mo Willems
Emelina softens a bit after seeing their condition "Alright take a seat and I will get some water and clean towel. Mr. Blue could you grab a first aid kit. Thanks" She heads off and after a moment of searching brings back some water and a towel.