The end is near...

[paraplots]

[By the final day, all of the "exciting consequences" have been unleashed upon the castle, and it seems that both sides have had the pleasure of experiencing them all.

"Don't be fooled, it isn't thunder. Staying put would be a blunder." Stampede. Elephants, rhinos, wildebeest, zebra, you name it, all charging around and causing chaos. Don't get trampled!

"At night they fly, you better run. These winged things are not much fun." Bats. So many bats. Bats that want to eat your face.

"This will not be an easy mission. Monkeys slow the expedition." Monkeys. These little furry beasts travel in a big troupe, and continually try to steal the game away.

"Need a hand? Well, you just wait. We'll help you out... we each have eight." Spiders. Giant spiders. Be careful not to become caught in their webs.

"Beware of the ground for which you stand. The floor is quicker than the sand." Quicksand. Watch your step. There's no telling where you'll find it.

"They grow much faster than bamboo. Take care or they'll come after you." Vines. Some of the plants are poisonous, and shoot out barbs which make you lose consciousness.

"A tiny bite can make you itch. Make you sneeze, make you twitch." Mosquitoes. If they successfully sting you, you will have a fit.

"His fangs are sharp, he likes your taste. Your party better move post-haste." Lion. Just as you'd imagine, the lion is all about eating people. Delicious people.

"Every month at the quarter moon. There'll be a monsoon in your lagoon." Monsoon. Torrential rain which will flood some areas, leaving a vast and dangerous river full of crocodiles.

"A hunter from the darkest wild. Makes you feel just like a child." Van Pelt. A hunter who hunts the most dangerous game of all: man.

No matter which side you are on, there is something lurking and waiting for you. Or perhaps it's not even lurking. It could be charging upon you at this very moment. There are many places to hide in the castle, but why doesn't it feel that way?

At the same time, the players of Jumanji are so close to victory they can taste it. They need only announce their victories. Here's hoping that no consequence will keep them from doing so.

But whether or not they have truly claimed their victory, Paradisa is tired of allowing Jumanji to run rampant, and that chasm is an ugly scar upon an otherwise beautiful castle. By the stroke of midnight, whether the games have finished or not, Paradisa will close the game, and seal all beasts, disasters, and hunters back into the game where they belong, banishing it to another poor alternate universe.

The hours leading up to this, however, are proving most exciting.]


(OOC: Final log for the Jumanji plot! Create your own threads and go wild, literally!

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Floor 4 - in Van and Lendel's room...

[tylendel]

Tylendel came to the decision that barricading the door and keeping weapons handy was the best way to deal with this...curse. His young falcon was huddled in her cage, her head under her wing to block out the noise. Yet Tylendel knew that they needed to keep their senses aware - no matter how tired or hungry they happened to be.

"Van, the door won't hold if one of those stampedes comes by." in that case, he glanced at the bathroom. They could strengthen that door too and hide there, but it was like backing themselves into a corner.

He didn't like being without options.

"How many days is this going to last?" he licked his dry lips and went back to pacing, gripping the hilt of his sword tightly.

[peacockherald]

"I don't think they'll come through out door. They'll go through least resistance, which is straight," he assured his new husband, though he was equally stressed about the situation, every part of him twitching and itching, waiting for the next disaster and threat.

He was seated on their bed, his hair swept back into a serviceable tail rather than anything flashy, with equally serviceable clothing on rather than his whites. His own blade rested near him on the sheets. Damn it, he hated it when the Castle took their powers...

"Tylendel, come sit with me. Pacing will tire you out."

[tylendel]

He gritted his teeth and paused in front of the door, straining his hearing for even the slightest noise. The monkeys were making a racket, but hadn't figured out how to operate doors. Yet.

"Maybe I can find us some food..." he pushed up the sleeves of his brown tunic and glanced over his shoulder, "I'm already tired."

They both were. Tylendel strode to the bed and sat down, tugging on Vanyel's arm.

"Rest a little. I'll keep watch."

[peacockherald]

In that brief moment, Vanyel saw again how young Tylendel was compared to him now. He was but a child, and Vanyel was the seasoned Herald. It was odd, but it did not change his feelings. He slid his arm away from Tylendel's grip and wrapped it instead around him and hugged him close.

"Don't do that. You're more tired than I am, and I'm used to these sorts of situations. Sleep and get your head clear, if you like. But I think what we should do now is just sit and remain calm."

Right side

[fearbringer]

[PITCH'S LIFE SUCKS ASS WITHOUT POWERS. He can't hide in the darkness (any more than anyone else could, anyway), he can't use shadows to escape anything... he's completely, irritatingly mortal.

And so, as a result, he can be found in a variety of interesting situations.]

A

[Running from the stampede! At first, he tries to use his powers to get out of there (they haven't worked so far, but it's not like trying one more time will hurt anything), which probably looks a lot like him trying and failing to walk through a wall. Once that fails, he resigns himself to running, dodging down side hallways to try to escape... and inevitably being followed by half the hoard.]

B

[Fighting off bats! They're all over him, and he already has several cuts, scratches, and gauges from their attacks.]

C

[Unconscious from the vines' poison! He's just lying there in the middle of a hallway, dead to the world.]

A

[preformthisneigh]

[Hey, Pitch, hey. There's a distinctly not-African-jungle-themed creature running along with the stampede, or, at least, trying to keep out of the way of feet much larger than his own. He manages to leap atop a rhino's back, balancing surprisingly well, before catching sight of Pitch, and leaping down to canter next to the spirit.]

Y'know, you probably want to get somewhere high. These guys are ten kinds of restless.

[fearbringer]

[He snarls in annoyance.]

If I could find somewhere high, I would have done that ages ago.

[preformthisneigh]

Welll, I could gallop ahead and see if I could find anything. I mean, I bet if there's a long vine or something you could grab onto that.

Right Side

[deductiongeek]

[You know what was worse being lost in a completely illogical jungle? Being lost in an illogical jungle when you were also three feet tall.

After barely surviving the quicksand and a few stampedes, Conan had had the bad luck to run straight into a monsoon. Which was shy he was now soaking wet and stranded in a tree over a river filled with crocodiles.

He honestly didn't know whether the danger or the absurdity bothered him more.]

Left Side

[lightbranded]

[Will was not enjoying himself in the least. With no powers, he was nothing more than a small boy who had never been in a jungle in his life. He was covered in mud and leaves from a few narrow escapes from stampedes and mosquitoes.

And now he was very carefully and silently picking his way through an area if the jungle infested with spiders. It would be a bad time to be interrupted.]

LEFT

[gottaknockhard]

[Spike barely makes it into the kitchen in time to slam the door on a lion running directly behind him. Completely unprovoked, by the way, beyond a throw of some dice. Because that seemed like such a good idea before when they didn't have any others.

He barricades the door with the chair just as some very sharp claws bust through the wood and he jumps back. While he catches his breath, he scowls and takes in the situation.

Now that he's separated from the group, he just hopes whoever has that game can finish it in the next roll. Because that's a logical thing to hope for. Sighing, he walks over to the refrigerator and tests how well he can pull and drag it halfway across the kitchen to keep the raging lion on the other side. If only he hadn't run out of bullets days ago this wouldn't be such a pain the ass. Some weeks...]

[toobravehearted]

[Suddenly that 'fridge is shaken as there's a push from the other side to get Spike's attention. What is the Doctor doing in the kitchen? Well that would be a very good question, one that we might have an answer to in a minute.]

Did you have to lead a lion down here? Is barricading oneself in a room the best plan?

[gottaknockhard]

[Spike only stops trying to move it long enough to see who it is getting in the way. Not that he couldn't narrow it down when he starts up with the questions. Usually Spike would at least humor him, but he doesn't have time for that right now.]

Just a game I thought I'd try out.

[toobravehearted]

[Yes Spike, he is the question boy. In the meantime that lion is having a happy time doing a "Heeeeere's Johnny!", roaring through the hole it made in the door and working on making it bigger.]

Not a good game! Help me find some flour and we won't need the fridge!

left side - for Vicious, but open to threadjacking

[both_neither]

[Hiding had actually worked admirably for a couple of days, while the trouble wasn't quite as wide-spread, but two things eventually drive Gren out into the open: One, food, since wishing doesn't seem to work and trips down to the kitchen are the only solution and two, the fact that somewhere in the middle of week vines work their way under the bedroom door, more or less giving him and his comrade the clue that it wasn't safe to stay put for much longer.

Gren is starting to hate this decision already as the two of them pick their way through the overgrown half of their hallway. The vines covering the wall seems to writhe in a way that isn't quite natural, and he's got one of his knives out just in case. Hard to keep an eye on all those tendrils, though.]

[nothingtobelieve]

[Vicious is not happy. He's not happy most of the time, granted, but the castle is trying his patience, lately. And now the hallway was a jungle.

He would have preferred Titan. Sure, they'd been shelled on a regular basis, and the sand got everywhere, but it never tried to wrap around your ankle and drag you down, either. He's making a good show with his katana, though, although Gren might not appreciate how close to his head the next swipe comes, courtesy of a vine that looked like it was thinking about trying to strangle him. Vicious wasn't about to allow that]

[both_neither]

[Vicious sort of has the unfair advantage here, but when was that not the case, really? And usually he's content with that. Still, that gust of wind right by his ear causes Gren to shy away rather quickly in to the opposite direction, his heart somewhere in the vicinity of this throat]

Whoa...careful. That was almost my ear.

[He not distracted enough to pull his eyes from wall entirely, though. That would be stupid.]

[nothingtobelieve]

I'd never cut you accidentally.

[Of course, that modifier probably isn't much of a comfort, but Vicious is not a reassuring sort of man.]

Unless you'd rather get dragged off?

[lord_wizard]

A -- left side

[Felix misses the days when his greatest complaint of the day could be that the servants forgot to launder his favorite coat or that he'd burnt his tongue on his tea. He'd love to have all of that back, if it would just stop raining in his bedroom. And while he'd been considering relocating after the first day, that gets him moving pretty fast. Somewhat bedraggled, he finds himself face to face with a stairwell filled with spiderwebs between him and the lobby.]

Powers, what now...?

B -- Satis Tower (Chimera HQ)

[They're safer here, but that's a relative word, really, when who knows what is going on several floors below. He refuses to take his chances outside when he knows for sure he'd have about a snowball's chance without his magic to help out, and even then...

The scar on his leg attests to that much.

Hungry, miserable, and sorely in need of a bath, Felix is ensconced in a chair in Chimera's office with a book, but it's not helping to distract himself as much as he'd hoped]

Honestly...of all the times we could have been at least some help

[putuporshutup]

[Meg suddenly comes skidding around the corner, looking like hell herself - muddy, bedraggled, leather jacket hanging off her arm in shreds with dried blood caked on her jeans and a few makeshift bandages here and there. She's brandishing a sword in each hand.

When she sees him, she presses her back to the wall and makes a shushing gesture with one hand. Sure enough, not a few seconds later, a giant ass motherfucking spider comes skittering after her, and she doesn't waste any time plunging both blades straight through it.

She pulls her weapons out and shoves the thing away with a disgusted look as she scrapes off the goo on the wall before turning to Felix with a grin.]

Hey.

[lord_wizard]

[Felix is smart enough not to question a lady with a very large knife, especially once it turns out she's fairly proficient in it's use. Which is more than he can say for himself. Belatedly, he realizes he has one of those too, but not only is he terrible at using it, he scrambled out of his room and completely forgot about it's existence until now. Well, too late to go back now.

The expression on his face competes between shock and terror for a few moments before he smooths it out into something closer to bewildered - it's the best he can do.]

Well...lucky for me you continue to prove to be a woman of many talents. You wouldn't happen to be going downstairs, would you?

[putuporshutup]

[Meg laughs. She wasn't really headed anywhere, but explaining that she was just out killing shit for sport doesn't seem like an ideal conversation starter so she just shrugs.]

I am now... You know, since you're giving out compliments and I'm a sucker for flattery.

[She sizes up the mess of webs and experimentally slices at them with one of her blades. It slices like butter, and she grins. It doesn't actually take much effort to cut their way through the sticky stuff, leaving a clear path with whisps of web hanging down the walls on either side.]

B

[strangewonders]

[Howl is worse for the wear himself. His clothes are dirty, he's sorely in need of a shave, and he's sitting on the floor, slumped against a wall as though he's been utterly defeated by life. Hard to imagine he'd actually spent most of his life in a world completely devoid of magic.]

Maybe whatever it is is just... jealous.

[Because he doesn't think the castle would do this to itself. Then again, who can say for sure?]

[radiantwingedone]

[ Duke looks more miserable than he is - settled on the floor, with his hair plastered to his face and coats. This is sort of... familiar feeling. ]

Perhaps it thinks we ought to be going out into that deadzone more often.

[ He takes the end of one coat to the sword he's carrying around, but that's drenched and its hard to tell if its making a difference. ]

Floor 2

[hasmommyissues]

[Silva peers around a corridor on the second floor with a gun by his side. He looks out of breath and his suit jacket is a mess of dirt and mud.

Then again run ins with giant spiders will ruin a good Ralph Lauren suit.]