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[principals]

Who: Anyone
When: Day 1, evening
Where: Anywhere
What: MINGLE

[Okay but WHY ARE THE SPRINKLERS ON in the foyer and all along the central corridors?]

[They're just ... going to keep going. And going. And going, for just over half an hour, until there are some nice puddles all over the floors.]

Comments

[uncanned]

She means it might not be permanent.

It's . . . w-we should still be trying to avoid it at all . . . Even if someone—even if the laws of that could be broken here it's still . . . painful. Something we should fight against.

[islandcourage]

[From outside the door.]

Two minutes, everyone!

[potatopeeler]

[idk Lon'qu comes from one of the few JRPGs where people die if they are killed.]

Are you all done yet? Just do what you want. I'm going to fight.

[midgardener]

Hey . . . what's your name?

[potatopeeler]

...Lon'qu.

[cerulean_troll]

...Some advice, Lon'qu. Keep low and try to move in an unpredictable pattern. Guns have a ranged advantage, and penetrative power, but you still have to aim for it. Dodging it once it's fired is impossible, but if you can disrupt her ability to target you, you'll have a bit of an advantage.

...Unless she's using a submachine gun or other gun built around the concept of firing as much as possible to reduce the need for aiming.

[I don't like this situation at all, but I... can't help out all that much right now, myself.]

[potatopeeler]

If it is anything like getting shot by arrows, I already know what that is like.

[Approaching the door now. ...But getting sweaty and even more pale the closer he gets.]

[islandcourage]

[There is the sound of whistling from outside the door.]