Δ: Alone

[thinkinman]

[Delta's room has been replaced with a large cell, much like the fear event. The heavy steel door lets no light in, and he's trapped inside again. Delta's been trying to hide his recent loneliness, and the mansion's exaggerating that by putting him in almost complete isolation. Inside the room is are whitewashed walls with no furniture, and a static white noise fills the hall from inside.]

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I need help. My room is..blocked off.

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[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

Do you think your room is in the same place it normally is? I'll come see what I can do.

[thinkin-man.livejournal.com]

I assume it is, but I can't see outside.

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

I'm on my way. Hang tight.

*Like Delta has any choice. Tim heads down to where Delta's room normally is, but finds a metal door blocking his path. He tugs on the handle but nothing happens.*

Delta? DELTA? Can you hear me?

[thinkin-man.livejournal.com]

[Nope. Delta can't hear anything outside of the room, all he hears is white noise. He does, however, see the handle move.

He responds the best way he can, by knocking on the door, but the pounding noise is muffled.]

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

*Back to the comms it is.*

I can't open it. It seems locked. Is there a handle on your side?

[thinkin-man.livejournal.com]

There is, but I already tried it. It's locked shut.

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

Well damn.

*He ponders the problem for a minute.*

I'm gonna get a crowbar. Hold on.

[thinkin-man.livejournal.com]

[He's starting to get a bit nervous. Delta's thirsty and hungry.]

Good idea.

[And yet, he's trying to remain calm.]

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

*Tim comes back. He's prying the fuck out of that door. He's pretty damn strong, but it is a steel door. Come on stupid door.*

[thinkin-man.livejournal.com]

[The door does nothing in response to the crowbar prying at it. It actually doesn't even budge in the slightest.]

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

*There's a long string of expletives on the other side of the door as Tim puts all his weight into the crowbar and it slips causing him to go flying. He glares at the door as if it's personally affronted him*

I don't think it's working. Any other ideas?

[thinkin-man.livejournal.com]

No. Wait, maybe explosives.

[Delta looks gloomily at the slit between the door and the floor.]

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

Wouldn't that blow the door in? And like.. hit you?

[thinkin-man.livejournal.com]

Maybe not. If the explosion is small enough, staying away from the door in the back of the room should be fine.

It's worth a try. I can't stay in here for long.

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

Do you know.. how to use explosives? Because I don't. If you wanna talk me through it?

I'm not even sure if the closet will make it for me right now.

[thinkin-man.livejournal.com]

Not really. I've only used my launcher, and I don't have that now.

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

Let me see what I can come up with from the closet.

*He goes in an adjacent room. However the closet really only wants to chuck pills and masks and straight jackets and hospital scrubs at him. He manages to get a flare gun... which won't be all that effective and something that looks like dynamite.

He hopes it's dynamite. It's even cartoonishy red.*