Salmook gives a relived sigh as he peeks into the third room. It's his room, thankfully, but he hesitates in the doorway.
What if it's a trap? Salmook tenses. A storm's worth of dread crashes into him.
No. As hungry as he is, Salmook can't bring himself to go inside - something won't let him, and not knowing what that something is scares him. He backs away slowly, shaking his head. The door hangs open as he walks away.
(do the doors auto-close orrrr hhhwwwhat..?)
(dies they do not,)
(Also I’m sorry I’m still trying to process Null’s response because my brain isn’t braining)
(Does the brain still need help braining?)
(I think what Null meant was Blaze is going to a room that isn't a bedroom.)
(Yea I figured that out, I’m just not sure what room it should be since they can’t go into any competition rooms yet)
(Staff break room? Kitchen? Supply closet?)
(I’ll probably just make it a supply closet for simplicity’s sake)
The door Blaze decides to go through leads to a small supply closet. There are various cleaning supplies, as well as a few weapons and some dart guns. It looks like this room should have been locked, but someone forgot to lock it.
(weapons weapons weapons)
(Stabbys)
(Just your average supply closet)
(what kind of weapons.)
(trying to determine whether what's inside will give salmook a panic attack-)
(Stabbys)
(Up to interpretation)
(Knives and nightmare juice guns)
(uhhhh ok I can work with that-)
Salmook flinches as the closet door creaks open. What is the danger-lady up to? He strays closer, eyes narrowed.
And then something catches the light. Something smooth and sharp and… metal.
Salmook staggers back. His eyes go wide. What is she doing?! Doesn't matter. Salmook needs to hide. Now.
There aren't too many options. Salmook can't bring himself to go into his room, or anyone's room, for that matter. What if the danger-lady tries to hurt him? What about Tseth-friend?
…
…
…Tseth-friend?
He's cowering behind Tseth-friend in a heartbeat, squeezing the half-stranger's leg tight. At least his height is good for something.
"Scary, scary!"
(CHILD)
Tseth sends a glare Daphne’s way after she slaps him again. ”Stop doing that-“
And then suddenly, Tseth flares his wings out in surprise, nearly hitting Daphne in the process. The kid’s wrapped around his leg, and safe to say he’s terrified of something. “Salmook- what’s going on?”
He looks down at the kid, a bit awkwardly due to where he is. He’s tempted to try and pry him off his leg. He didn’t like anyone being behind him, and Salmook wasn’t really an exception. But the kid was frightened, so he felt a bit of sympathy for him.
Daphne flinches slightly and steps away from Tseth, clearly spooked by the sudden movement. She blinks a few times, then looks down at Salmook and tilts her head. “What in the-“
Salmook whimpers, raising a shaky hand and pointing towards the closet and the danger-lady holding the door open wide.
"Scaries… Danger-lady… pointies!"
He tightens around Tseth-friend's leg. Salmook wipes away the beginnings of tears. It's like his head is melting - he can't piece the words together.
"The! In the - pointy! Scare-mook! Hurt Tseth-friend, what if me?"
(Tseth, who would definitely steal some of those knives: haha yeah ok)
Tseth looks at the closet. Oh. That’s helpful. He looks back down at Salmook. “Okay, I see. I don’t think Blaze will hurt you. Not if you don’t hurt her, right?”
He glances at Daphne for a moment with a face that says pretty much, ”How the hell do I do this?” He sighs and lightly taps Salmook’s arm with his hand. “Can you let go of my leg, please?”
Daphne looks at Tseth and shrugs. Hell if I know- She stifles a laugh, but doesn’t say anything.
Blaze looks around, a smile growing on her face.
Knives.
Daggers.
Tranqs.
Longer blades too, more like swords than anything.
She also finds her uniform. She puts that on immediately
Perfect.
She grabs 12 smaller knives, 4 medium sized blades, and two of the large blades.
She also grabs several tranq pens, then leaves the storage room.
(Oop)
(You let her find the knives, what do you expect?)
(Fair enough)
Salmook sniffs and loosens on Tseth's leg. He doesn't fully let go, though. His breaths hitch in his throat.
"But the! Scary. Salmook no trust. Salmook never trust!"
He shakes his head, heaving. His eyes go wide as the danger-lady returns, and he hugs even tighter than before. She's armed. She has jabbies and pokers and killsticks and… Oh stars… Salmook latches onto Tseth-friend, digging his nails in a little.
"Salmook no like! No like! Hurry!"
(was busy passing out bread sorry)