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PARKING GARAGE
ANY CAR IN A STORM
PHOENIX CASINO HALL
WELCOME TO THE NEXT 168 HOURS
Phoenix Casino is a-flutter with activity and packed to the beak with guests. As a famously ever-changing space, the staff would be remiss if they didn't deck the crown jewel of the Golden Peacock out. The casino glitters from top to bottom, shining brighter than diamonds, rubies, sapphires, opals! Party-goers are shiny and glamorous with picture perfect makeup, fluttering gowns, and sharp suits. Card tables are packed and the slot machines are a-ringing as guests play, play, play! Prizes, luxury, booze, attractive people, it's the place that everyone wants to be at.
Those people being dragged inside by some invisible force...? Silly, they were so excited to come that their bodies moved before they realized what was happening. Those are struggles of joy and definitely not the casino's infamous ghost hands dragging unwilling guests to the party at the behest of the house. Look, they're literally hurling their bodies at the card tables with unrestrained glee!
All clocks indicating day hours and night hours have been removed from the casino. Once a guest has entered, their Watch will jam, making it impossible to keep track of the time. You don't need to worry about that tonight.
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[ Good boy, Sunday. He's a fast learner, recognizing the futility of standing between Stelle and her own outlandish plans, however inadvisable they may be. But in her estimation, it's a better option than wasting time trying other ways to break out. If brute force doesn't work, then they can consider their other options.
(Drinking booze.) ]
Huh? No, but you're not just going to sit back and watch while I have all the fun, are you?
[ This is a privilege?? Scooching forward, Stelle crouches on the limo floor, grasping one end of the mini fridge with both hands. ]
I don't know that I would count throwing a mini-fridge through a window 'fun'. [Wet blanket enough to rival Dan Heng, except without the backbone (privilege?) to attempt diverting Stelle's eccentric ideas.] Also, you might want to consider the... repercussions. This property belongs to someone, and if it gets damaged, you may owe a debt.
[Then again, if someone put them here and locked the doors, are they really going to be held accountable for their actions to escape? There are too many variables, and too many unknowns.
Sunday sighs, standing up. Notably... not rejecting her outright...]
What if the glass of the window is constructed to withstand a blow by force? It's an expensive car. You might hurt yourself if the fridge is deflected.
[ Diverting Stelle's eccentric — and dangerous — ideas is a privilege that Dan Heng has had to earn. Sunday isn't there yet, even if she can't really discount what he says. Can a sensible argument make her reconsider her actions?
...No! But his mention of her wellbeing does give her pause. She's reckless, but she also doesn't want to get hit by a rebounding minifridge. Slowly, her grip slackens on the fridge, as she considers her options, only for her features to light up a moment later. ]
Oh — Sunday, you're a genius! Instead, I'll use my bat, so if it's deflected, I can just stop it with a swing! [ Or she could just...you know...use her bat on the window instead, but okay. ] One escape route, comin' right —
[ She holds out her hand, expectant that any moment now, her trusty weapon will materialize in her grasp, and yet...it doesn't. ]
— up...
[ Oh, this is embarrassing. A skill issue??? Couldn't be her. ]
[He can see it processing on Stelle's face, for a moment wondering at how she manages to — do as she does with such bravery and confidence (and lack of consideration for consequences), but it doesn't take much to remember she's a Trailblazer for a reason. It is something Sunday has come to admire in all of the members of the Astral Express.
... Well, he's flattered she thinks he's a genius, even if he considers the compliment too extreme. Oh to be reckless without anxiety.]
Ah.
[Nothing happens.]
You were trying to summon your weapon? [Sorry if this is embarrassing for you, Stelle.] I wonder if whatever traps us here is preventing it. Hm. In that case, it could be... a puzzle. [Sunday stands again, moving down the aisle to investigate the two doors on either side of the vehicle.] Have you noticed anything strange in our surroundings?
[ She continues to stare down at her empty hand for a few moments longer, as if what she's waiting for is just coming across a great distance — but no, nothing. No bat, no flaming lance, no...boomerang hat...
Which means the minifridge is their primary weapon of choice once more, but once again, Sunday provides another logical suggestion that also taps in to Stelle's insatiable love for puzzle-solving. With a brisk nod: ]
Oh, like an escape room! Maybe this is just some kind of...super elaborate training exercise Mr. Yang set up for us. [ literally how ] These kinds of things usually rely on finding clues and piecing things together one at a time, leading to the key at the end. Let's see — you look around the seats back here for anything unusual. I'll head up front.
[ Shimmying past Sunday, she makes her way towards the front of the cab, where the driver's seat presumably is beyond a partition. Maybe they should have started by checking for a driver...oh well. At least now she can see it's unoccupied. ]
[Maybe they don't need a weapon at all, Stelle... Consider...
Her enthusiasm is not infectious, though Sunday admires the energy at which she switches to this new task. At least he's managed to divert a more violent outcome. That should be considered a success, shouldn't it?]
I don't know that Mr. Yang would go to such lengths, but I suppose you're more familiar with him than I.
[What are you doing to your kids, Welt??? Still, he's obedient as he begins to check around the seats, not at all convinced he'll find anything.]
Is the partition something you could remove in order to get into the front seat? Perhaps you could start the car that way, as well, if there's a key.
[ Mr. Yang has been nothing but an upstanding parental figure to the younger crew members, he's doesn't deserve this scrutiny...and his trainings are never this extensive. Or obtuse.
At Sunday's suggestion, Stelle starts to wedge her fingers against the casing of the partition to see if she can lower or remove it. It's a little loose, maybe if she can just get the right amount of leverage...how can she work the minifridge into this equation... ]
If there's a key, we can unlock the doors, too. [ A beat. ] Are you sure this isn't some kind of weird memoria effect?
[ Maybe leaving from the Asdana system and heading straight for whatever-the-hell Amphoreus has going on had a strange effect on the Express. This could be some weird version of one of the Express's cars, but if anyone could detect something like that, maybe Sunday could — ]
Aha! I got it —
[ She manages to shove down the partition, effectively breaking it completely. Whoops. Hopefully whoever owns this vehicle has insurance. ]
[He can say as much with confidence — although the crack of the partition breaking cuts short the end of that discussion. Sunday stands up fully, short enough that he doesn't hit his head on the top of the vehicle's roof, although his halo is pushed down a few inches to accommodate.]
You opened it? That's good progress. Let me see.
[The way Stelle is doing the brute force work and he gets to sit around looking pretty/suggesting ideas. True teamwork.
Coming beside her, he leans forward to peer into the front seat.]
Hm... There's no one here, as suspected. Do you think you might be able to fit through this window?
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(Drinking booze.) ]
Huh? No, but you're not just going to sit back and watch while I have all the fun, are you?
[ This is a privilege?? Scooching forward, Stelle crouches on the limo floor, grasping one end of the mini fridge with both hands. ]
C'mon. You know you want to get in on this!
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I don't know that I would count throwing a mini-fridge through a window 'fun'. [Wet blanket enough to rival Dan Heng, except without the backbone (privilege?) to attempt diverting Stelle's eccentric ideas.] Also, you might want to consider the... repercussions. This property belongs to someone, and if it gets damaged, you may owe a debt.
[Then again, if someone put them here and locked the doors, are they really going to be held accountable for their actions to escape? There are too many variables, and too many unknowns.
Sunday sighs, standing up. Notably... not rejecting her outright...]
What if the glass of the window is constructed to withstand a blow by force? It's an expensive car. You might hurt yourself if the fridge is deflected.
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...No! But his mention of her wellbeing does give her pause. She's reckless, but she also doesn't want to get hit by a rebounding minifridge. Slowly, her grip slackens on the fridge, as she considers her options, only for her features to light up a moment later. ]
Oh — Sunday, you're a genius! Instead, I'll use my bat, so if it's deflected, I can just stop it with a swing! [ Or she could just...you know...use her bat on the window instead, but okay. ] One escape route, comin' right —
[ She holds out her hand, expectant that any moment now, her trusty weapon will materialize in her grasp, and yet...it doesn't. ]
— up...
[ Oh, this is embarrassing. A skill issue??? Couldn't be her. ]
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... Well, he's flattered she thinks he's a genius, even if he considers the compliment too extreme. Oh to be reckless without anxiety.]
Ah.
[Nothing happens.]
You were trying to summon your weapon? [Sorry if this is embarrassing for you, Stelle.] I wonder if whatever traps us here is preventing it. Hm. In that case, it could be... a puzzle. [Sunday stands again, moving down the aisle to investigate the two doors on either side of the vehicle.] Have you noticed anything strange in our surroundings?
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Which means the minifridge is their primary weapon of choice once more, but once again, Sunday provides another logical suggestion that also taps in to Stelle's insatiable love for puzzle-solving. With a brisk nod: ]
Oh, like an escape room! Maybe this is just some kind of...super elaborate training exercise Mr. Yang set up for us. [ literally how ] These kinds of things usually rely on finding clues and piecing things together one at a time, leading to the key at the end. Let's see — you look around the seats back here for anything unusual. I'll head up front.
[ Shimmying past Sunday, she makes her way towards the front of the cab, where the driver's seat presumably is beyond a partition. Maybe they should have started by checking for a driver...oh well. At least now she can see it's unoccupied. ]
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Her enthusiasm is not infectious, though Sunday admires the energy at which she switches to this new task. At least he's managed to divert a more violent outcome. That should be considered a success, shouldn't it?]
I don't know that Mr. Yang would go to such lengths, but I suppose you're more familiar with him than I.
[What are you doing to your kids, Welt??? Still, he's obedient as he begins to check around the seats, not at all convinced he'll find anything.]
Is the partition something you could remove in order to get into the front seat? Perhaps you could start the car that way, as well, if there's a key.
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At Sunday's suggestion, Stelle starts to wedge her fingers against the casing of the partition to see if she can lower or remove it. It's a little loose, maybe if she can just get the right amount of leverage...how can she work the minifridge into this equation... ]
If there's a key, we can unlock the doors, too. [ A beat. ] Are you sure this isn't some kind of weird memoria effect?
[ Maybe leaving from the Asdana system and heading straight for whatever-the-hell Amphoreus has going on had a strange effect on the Express. This could be some weird version of one of the Express's cars, but if anyone could detect something like that, maybe Sunday could — ]
Aha! I got it —
[ She manages to shove down the partition, effectively breaking it completely. Whoops. Hopefully whoever owns this vehicle has insurance. ]
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[He can say as much with confidence — although the crack of the partition breaking cuts short the end of that discussion. Sunday stands up fully, short enough that he doesn't hit his head on the top of the vehicle's roof, although his halo is pushed down a few inches to accommodate.]
You opened it? That's good progress. Let me see.
[The way Stelle is doing the brute force work and he gets to sit around looking pretty/suggesting ideas. True teamwork.
Coming beside her, he leans forward to peer into the front seat.]
Hm... There's no one here, as suspected. Do you think you might be able to fit through this window?