Carth's magical adventure, ROUND TWO, MOTHERFUCKERS!

[Carthrat]

Carthrat bounces a pair of Plasma grenades in opposite directions; one towards the guards, and one towards the psion. He crouches and huddles on the ground, hoping to weather off the aftershock the grenades produce (not to mention not get shot).

[Anastasia]

The grenades are thrown, amid a storm of shots from t he guards. Carthrat sees a flash, then blissful unconciousness as his world is rocked, along with everyone else's in the room.

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And of course, by that meaning, Carthrat wakes up in a fair bit of pain. Your arm where you know you were shot, mainly, but your entire body is sore....slowly your eyes open, in almost total darkness, your bare skin on cold metal.

[Carthrat]

Blink.

Blink.

Breathe.

Blink.

Carthrat forced herself to blink. It was so dark that it didn't really matter.

But it did give her a sense of being, a sense of actually being alive. She could acutely feel the eyelid dropping, then putting the seemingly monumental effort into forcing it open again.

Which meant.. she was still alive. If barely.

She clenches her fists, feeling for the cold metal of the Ring of Regeneration.

[Anastasia]

Nothing...only the chilly metal of the floor where you lay. A quick inspection leaves you with the idea that you are totally stripped and naked, not an article on you.

It's rather dank in here, chilly and unpleasant.

[Carthrat]

"Sensory deprivation.." says Carthrat, aloud. A torture technique perhaps cruller than any phyiscal pain.

She felt her body for any particularly nasty wounds that she may have accured..

[Anastasia]

You don't feel anything too terrible, at least, although your arm is deeply bruised and you probably have several other bruises and bumps all over.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat tries standing up.

[Anastasia]

While sore, your body is quite capable of standing....if it wasn't for the fact that the ceiling is just low enough where your head bangs into the very edge of it.

Ouch.

You can walk around with a bit of a slouch, though, just fine.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat starts feeling her way around the room, trying to get a sense of it's dimensions.

[Anastasia]

It's perhaps five body length across and wide, not very big at all. The walls are smooth, cold metal, with no features to grab on.

It's pretty depressing - not a thing popped up to help.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat takes stock of her situation.

1) She is completely unarmed (and undressed, which is embarassing, but not quite so serious).

2) Somebody really, really hates her.

3) That somebody currently has her sealed in an impentrable box only slightly bigger than herself.

4) That person also has Rachel.

The first three, Carthrat felt sure she could work around. That last one was creating a major depressive streak to form within her mind, as she unwillingly kept turning over the things that could happen to the unfortunate girl.

While she's going through this self-imposed torture, Carthrat keeps her body moving, and the blood flowing. It would do no good for her to somehow get out and then fall on her recently unused feet.

[Anastasia]

Carthrat paces, trying to keep his wits in this darkness. Hours crawl by............
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Searing in the darkness, the roof above you cracks, a stream of light pouring through! It's blindingly bright!

[Carthrat]

Carthrat shields her eyes, staggering as she makes feeble attempts to regain her composure.

[Anastasia]

As you squint in the light, it suddenly expands, the roof being pulled away, blinding you entirely!

"Hey, nice rack," Tir calls out. "I'm in love!"

"Are you all right, Carthrat," Rachel calls out seconds later.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat flops over, moaning in pain and unable to form coherent sentences.