You take the elevator down into the sub-basement and enter into an odd room.
For one thing, it's enormous, easily 40' x 30', with 20' ceilings. The other thing is that for a room that large there is basically nothing in it. Well, that's not quite true -- there are no furnitures or fixings or any decorations, but there ARE a bunch of scattered corpses. Women and men in military uniform, showing gunshot wounds and slit throats. Women and men in business suits. Women and men dressed like nobles. They're flung haphazardly around, though given the room size, there's plenty of room to maneuver between them. Blood is spattered across the floor and the walls.
At the other end of the hall is a Rolo automaton. He is completely naked with a neuter doll body just like the others; he has no particular features except that his face shows no expression at all and his eyes are missing. In the dark sockets are two pale violet lights. He holds a knife loosely in one hand. There is something on the ground near his feet, the only thing here that isn't himself or corpses, though it appears to just be a varnished piece of wood, like the shaft for some kind of tool.
"Hello," he says.
The temperature here is cold and unpleasant, numbing.
((OOC: 'Cold' temperature has a numbing effect on your emotions. Consider them muted by around 30-50% (so in other words, they're still 50-70% normal).))
FLOOR B2 - DEATH
For one thing, it's enormous, easily 40' x 30', with 20' ceilings. The other thing is that for a room that large there is basically nothing in it. Well, that's not quite true -- there are no furnitures or fixings or any decorations, but there ARE a bunch of scattered corpses. Women and men in military uniform, showing gunshot wounds and slit throats. Women and men in business suits. Women and men dressed like nobles. They're flung haphazardly around, though given the room size, there's plenty of room to maneuver between them. Blood is spattered across the floor and the walls.
At the other end of the hall is a Rolo automaton. He is completely naked with a neuter doll body just like the others; he has no particular features except that his face shows no expression at all and his eyes are missing. In the dark sockets are two pale violet lights. He holds a knife loosely in one hand. There is something on the ground near his feet, the only thing here that isn't himself or corpses, though it appears to just be a varnished piece of wood, like the shaft for some kind of tool.
"Hello," he says.
The temperature here is cold and unpleasant, numbing.
((OOC: 'Cold' temperature has a numbing effect on your emotions. Consider them muted by around 30-50% (so in other words, they're still 50-70% normal).))