Mirror Room -- 4th Floor -- Tower of Illusion -- Niflheim

	You step off the clouded escalator and the mist vanishes 
instantly, like it was blown out through a air vent. And you find 
yourself standing in front of a mirror and when you look around, there 
are mirrors -everywhere-. The room below was dark and dreary, with only 
a glowing green light to see by. This room, is exactly the opposite. 
Light bounces and rainbows off the mirrors lining the walls and ceiling 
and floor until you see colored streaks even with your eyes closed. 
Almost makes you wonder where the light originally came from. 
Reflections stare back at you wherever you look. Infinate refelections, 
since the entire room is made of mirrors. It's a large enough room. Can 
hold a small group comforably. But there doesn't appear to be any doors, 
or windows, or anything. Just mirrors.


Terry mutters, "I feel like I'm in Tommy.."

Gwen Namura says "Feel me... see me... touch me... free me! o/~"

Terry mutters darkly, "Dinna y' dare compare me t' Ann Margaret."

Terry twists her hair back with a half assed knot, "I look like hell.." 
Hard not to notice with all these mirrors about.

Gwen Namura wanders over. "Betcha fifty cents we're going to have evil 
clones jumping out of mirrors."

Paige snorts dryly, as she scans the place, blue eyes wary. "I should 
have never come up here with you two," she drawls. "I should have 
brought Jonothon or Sam. Or Rahne. Someone *Competent*," she hisses 
under her breath. Course, she's not doing to well herself, so she's just 
being a sniping bitch at the moment. But do you blame her? Just alittle 
while ago she eviscerated her tormentor. She's gotta be a little on 
edge!

	Welp, ya'll're in a room of mirrors. Literally. For the first 
couple of moments, nothing seems to be happening. Nothing jumping out of 
the mirrors to attack you - evil clone wise - the reflections are your 
own. Come on, Gwen, Lishka's a -little- more original then -that-. Not 
that bad so far. Least you get to see how awful your hair looks. Lucky 
Paige. All she has to do is shrip to take a shower or change her 
clothes. You might get to actually have a semi-easy room. Nah. Not gonna 
happen. Not here. And no Paige. If the room could respond it would. But 
you better be careful. There's a hell of an echo in here.

Terry glances to Paige, "Then why did you come? An' when th' hell ha' y' 
e'er spen' enough time wi' me t' judge m' competance." She tilts her 
head as she examines the room.

Gwen Namura wanders around the room, playing an invisible pinball game. 
"Don't mind Paigey. She's had a terrible time. Not that you didn't have 
a bad thing, yourself, Terry. Any time you want to talk bout that first 
room, I'm willing."

"Thank you, so much, for your understanding, Gwen. Let me tell you, it 
*warms* my *Heart*," Paige hisses. Yeah. Warmed so much that it's 
somewhere between the Antartic and Pluto. She kneels down, and glances 
down at the reflection, and the the mirror that makes up the floor. 
"This place is a nightmare," She murmurs, as she runs her fingers along 
the floor. She inspectes her reflection briefly for any discrpensices, 
and then moves along farther into the room.

"Yuir only now figurin' tha' out, Paige?" The heavy Scottish burr 
tickles the air as the red head slips into the cast of... some. Rahne 
turns this way and that to catch the various reflections, not so much 
seeking her own as seeking the lay out of the room and dimensions.

	Welp, Rahney, the room is a cube pretty much. Or so it seems. To 
the others it would literally looked as if Rahne just stepped out of a 
mirror - the same mirror it would have seemed they stepped out of. Once 
you move forward you can't move back again until you complete a room 
most likely. Still, nothing seems to be happening, perhaps this room is 
just waiting a minute, or perhaps it wants to see if Paige is gonna be a 
snappy b*tch for a little while longer. Lishka loves a good show.

Terry places one of her hands on a mirror, "Gwen we are na' talkin' 
abou' tha'.. room." She grins a touch to Rahne. Smiling even though she 
knows that everyone knows, if she just lets herself forget it, maybe 
they will too.

Gwen Namura stays close to the group, surprisingly. "Not now, no. But, 
sometimes you can learn things from your nightmares. I dunno. I dig 
you're ticked, Paige, an, like, I just want to say that if you need... 
Well, like, if you wanna do something... you know?"

Paige resists the impulse to tell Rahne where to go and how to get 
there... and it doubles as Gwen opens her mouth. "You don't want to know 
what I learned from my nightmares." She says flaty, as she also maps the 
dimensions of the room. "No do I need your assitance. I'm *fine*, 
thanks." She just got to gut someone she really loathed.. and it was a 
hollow victory.

Rahne moves along the circumference of the room, hand trailing over the 
surface of the mirrors as she moves. "I still dinnae quite believe 
anyone in our group is fully fine. Then again I would be worried if they 
were." If she doesn't find anything interesting, she's going to stop 
across from the mirror they came in from.

	For a little while longer, nothing happens but a slight echo 
because of the sound bouncing off the walls. Then, along the edges of 
the mirror, near where each mirror meets, they start... growing darker. 
Almost... rusted? Yeah. And in Rahne's nose there would be the smell of 
rust near the edges of the mirror. Wonder what that could possibly mean? 
After a few seconds each of the large mirrors is rimmed with a thin line 
- about a inch wide - of rust.

Gwen Namura says "Welllllll... Like, if you wanna explode at me, Paige, 
go ahead."

Paige snorts, as she inspects the wall. "Whatever." She says flatly, as 
she looks over the walls. and then stops. "What the?" She peers at the 
edges of the mirror, and then curses softly. "OH, shit. Gwen, can you 
provide some more light?" She asks, as she triess to get a better look 
at the ... stuff on the mirrors.

Rahne traces her fingertips over some of the rust and raises it to her 
nostrils to catch the scent. "Maybe water comin' in. I'm tendin' t' 
think o' breakin' one o' these mirrors, bad luck or not." To put deed to 
thought, she shifts her arm into claw form, though she doesn't yet try 
to break anything.

	The rust along the edge continues to get larger, growing at least 
another half inch while everyone talks. Damn. Rusty mirrors. Those are 
freaky, no? Nothing else happens yet. Will an illusion mirror be able to 
be broken though? That is the question.

Gwen Namura glows briefly, then is covered in armor. This creates some 
light, but not much.

It suffices. "Shit, it's spreading quick," yeah, state the obvious. She 
looks over at Rahne, and then her brows furrow. "And if you bring the 
whole place down, Rahne, I'm gonna be the only one to survive the 
lacerations. *MAYBE*. You sure you want to do thaT?"

Rahne presses her still human hand forward as if the mirror would simply 
part in front of it or flow like liquid. It's... strange. Not 
frightening, the rust, but definitely odd. For the moment she seems to 
disregard Paige's comment, simply studying.

One of the many mirrors along the wall begins to ripple, almost like 
water. Two arms spew forth from the mirror, then the rest of the body. 
Sam /walks/ out of the mirror, as if walking right out of a pool. He 
looks almost frightened as he turns and peers at his reflection, 
touching the now solid glass that he just passed right through. He then 
peers at the room around him, spotting his teammates and giving a sigh 
of relief. "Guys....we move on."

Almost the second Sam's eyes have turned away from the mirror, it once 
again begins to ripple and a foot pops out first - in black flats. Then 
a hand, nails all painted purple, then a head - black hair, blue eyes, 
Asian. Jubilee! She steps out of the mirror and wrinkles her nose at the 
disconserning feeling that just passed through her. "Can this place 
/get/ any more weird?" She steps to the side of Sam and then turns her 
eyes towards the rest of the group. And guess what! /This/ time, there 
are no glares tossed to certain blonde farmgirls. Maybe Jube's gained a 
tiny bit of respect for the girl, seeing what her ordeal has really done 
to her.. or maybe she's just /scared/ of her. Or maybe she's feeling bad 
again about what she said? .. Who knows.

	In answer to Jubilee's question. Yes. Oh yes. To think, this is 
only the fourth floor. There's -ten- more left after this. It can only 
get weirder. The rust continues to grow along the edge of the mirror, 
inching with the sped of about half an inch every ten seconds or so. 
When Gwen armors up to provide extra light in the already bright room, 
something... seems to happen to Gwen's image in the mirror. It actually 
waits until both Sam and Jubilee are in, but as soon as Jubilee is out 
and says he piece, Gwen's refection turns... transpartent. Transpartent. 
And gold. It looks as if her skin is now made up of that glowing armor, 
but only in the reflections. It does not effect Gwen itself. Not 
compteley transparent. There's something inside her. A skeleton mainly. 
But no organs. or muscles or blood viens. Just bones. Ewwwwwwwwww.

Terry steps back from the mirror, she wrinkles her nose, "She could 
certainly teach Belasco somethin'.." She glances to check Gwen and then 
glances to the mirror again and shudders.

Auric says "I.. I got a bad feeling about this."

Paige's eyes flicker over to Auric, and then she shivers a little. "How 
... pleasent," She murmurs, as she again turns her eyes to the mirrors 
and hte rust that creeps in. She says nothing to Sam or Jubilee, 
instead, simply moves along the glass, looking to the others and seeing 
if anything becomes of thier respective reflections.

Sam just peers at the reflection of Gwen, summing it up as another 
attempt to scare them courtesy of Lishka. His arms fold across his chest 
as he contemplates on the next move. As he walks along the room, he says 
out loud to the group, "N' just a note, anyone that moves on without 
tellin' me, will get punished /big/ tahme when we get home." Assuming 
they do get home. Always the optimist, eh Sammy? He turns, looking now 
at his team. "Alraght, we have ta move on. There ain't no windows or 
doors, meaning we have to figure out how ta get out o' heah. Does the 
rust have sumthin' ta do with it?" A finger pokes at the rust, mind 
thinking a mile a minute.

Jubilee crosses her arms over her chest in thought as she starts towards 
the main assembly of the group, looking all around at each of the 
mirrors and her own reflection in any that catch it, trying to note any 
differences.. anything in the images that isn't on her, or maybe a 
little delay in movement.. Anything that could give her a clue as to 
their symbolism. "Well.. We just came through a mirror, boss-man. Maybe 
a mirror is the way out? Just gotta find which one..?"

	No differences in Jubilee, or Terry, or Paige, yet, but a moment 
after Sam runs his hand across the rust, his images in the mirror 
change. Just in the mirror. Sam himself is uneffected. Basically, what 
Sam's reflection changes to, is a rust-covered Sam. He looks like a 
statue, which has completely rusted over, and a statue that moves, 
breaths still. Icky. Jo certainly wouldn't like the sight of that. Or 
maybe she -would-. Because to make matters more... humourous, it's a 
rust covered, barely clothed Sam. He's wearing two of those little 
leaves that just barely cover... the ecentials.

Terry covers her mouth as she gazes at Sam's reflection in the mirror, 
sometimes rust can look a little bit too much like blood. She lowers her 
hands and mutters harshly, "Any ideas.."

Auric's armored face swivels around. She considers the situation, 
professional now. "Sam, permission to attempt to smash a mirror?"

"You were unconscious, Sam. End of story." drones Paige, as she turns - 
and spocks a brow. And then she sniggers once. And *laughs!* "Oh, lord, 
the bitch has got a sense of humor. Oh what a work is man... An' oh what 
a work is Sam!" She smirks a little, and then goes back to feeling along 
the mirrors, not really paying attention to her reflection as she tries 
to find a crack, a sliver, something!

Sam just stares blankly at himself in the mirror, bringing his eyes down 
to the leaf that civers his....*cough*. Instinctively, his hands dart 
down to his crotch, trying to cover up, but he soon realises he isn't 
rust covered and wearing leaves, it's Lishka playing tricks. Tearing his 
attention from the reflection before him, Sam turns to Auric and nods. 
"Go ahead, see what happens. Be on yoah toes, though people." He pauses, 
stepping closer to Auric to be ready for anything, "If there is a way 
outta heah, she'll show us. She'll toy with us foah a while, then we 
move on. She's just waitin' foah us ta snap...."

Jubilee wrinkles up her nose at that thought and approches one of the 
mirrors, both to stand clear of when Gwen smashes one and to get a 
better look at the mirror itself.. "Yeah, so the question I guess is - 
which one'a us is she tryin' ta snap this time? I mean.. I'm not the 
only one who's been seein' familiar stuff /everywhere/, am I? Pretty 
obvious by now that she's some kinda.. telepath or something.. somehow 
lookin' inta our heads.." Which she doesn't like at ALL..

	Paigey's turn for her reflection to go all freaking-image. 
Remember those little mouths on Emplate's hands with the teeth and the 
tongue that she bit off and spit out? Now, in Paige's reflection, she 
has those mouths. Not just on her hands. She has a pair on her hands, 
yes, and one on each of her cheeks, and two on her neck. She's also 
standing in her underwear and bra - which are normal, btw, nothing 
extremely fansy or special of lacy or revealing. There's a big mouth on 
her back, and a big one on her stomach. As well as more mouths covering 
her arms and legs. They're making little bitting and nibbling motions, 
like they're hungry. Talk about EWWWWWW! And Jubilee, to answer your 
question. Maybe this room is for all of you?

"Just b' careful Gwen.. our wounds may disappear b' we'll still ha' t' 
deal wi' them while we're in here.." Terry goes pale as a ghost as she 
spots Paige's reflection. Weak stomach?

Auric considers, then stands near a mirror. She points a finger at it, 
then sends a dagger on a tendril hurtling towards the mirror as if it 
was shot from a gun.

It's when she sees a tongue under her palm, writhing and lapping at the 
mirror that she jumps - and before she can REALLY inspect her 
reflection, she looks over as Auric firing off a dagger. Oh, boy.

Sam just peers around the room, reflections bouncing off of everywhere. 
it's when he sees Paige's warped reflection that he decides to take 
action. 'Everyone stop!" He calls out, stepping toward his team and 
saying calmly. "What are we doin' wrong heah? We sit in heah and watch 
the bitch warp our reflections ta scare the bejeezus outta us. How do we 
stop that? Close our eyes. That cuts off her toyin' with us n' foahces 
her ta do /sumthin'/. These are orders, close yoah eyes n' sit down on 
the floor. Now." Ok, maybe he's way off base, but he will not allow his 
teammtes to be emotionally destryoed. He closes his eyes, sitting down 
on the floor.

Jubilee turns her eyes slowly around with her head as she hears Terry, 
catching a glimpse of Paige's reflection in the mirror.. and her eyes 
/widen/.. before they quickly drop shut and she sits herself down on the 
floor. Yep, no prob-lamo! Jube'd be SO happy to sit here and not have to 
look at... at /that/..

	**CRINCH** There's a bright flash of light as Gwen's tendril 
impacts the mirror, and a sound. It's a sound as loud as a rifle report, 
but high and crystaline - and extremely drawn out. Something between a 
crash and a crunch and the sound of someone walking on broken glass. The 
bright flash from the impact reflects off the mirrors, growing brighter 
with each refect, until it would at least make rainbows dance across 
everyone's vision for few moments. Until their visions clear no one will 
know if the shattering worked, or if their reflections remained changed. 
Well, Sam and Jubilee will at least have to open their eyes, but after 
the long drawn out sound they might catch the end of the flash. And I 
hate to tell ya Sammy-boy, but just sittin' down and closing your eyes 
isn't gonna make the mosters go away. The name of the game is -facing- 
your fears, desires, and secrets. Not hiding from them.

Terry puts her hands before her face instinctively, "Sam it doesn't work 
tha' way.. remember how we got through th' last three rooms?" She 
shivvers lightly as she speaks through the noise.

Auric stands, then sits. Then does nothing. She doesn't say anything 
either.

Paige winces a little, as the light flashes, blinding her briefly and 
leaving her groping at the wall for balance whine her orientation is 
suddenly shot straight to hell. "Fuck!" is all she says about the 
matter.

"Just close yoah eyes n' sit. Now." Sam says sternly. Your dead worng, 
Lishka. Sam /is/ facing his fears, by closing his eyes and ignoring the 
reflections, he's calling you to 'bring it on'. He's waiting for you to 
take action and do /something/ that he can face, not something he can 
gawk at and be humiliated by. "Please, ah may be wrong, but ah need ta 
try it. Jus' do it..."

Jubilee shifts uncomfortably where she sits as she hears the goings on 
around her, but she dosn't otherwise move from her spot and doesn't open 
her eyes.. This is all way too weird. Yesterday she was sixteen! She's 
supposed to be enjoying her presents and finishing off the cake today!! 
Man, life sucks so bad sometimes.. And no matter how silly Jube is 
starting to think this idea is - after all, with their eyes closed they 
are sitting ducks! - Sam is leader, and you do what the leader says. .. 
Unless he goes WAY off his rocker.

	Those who closed their eyes, see nothing for a while, obviously. 
But they hear a... swishy sound, and a slight dripping sound as well. 
Those who keep their eyes open, see that the mirror Gwen attacked is 
indeed cracked. But it isn't cracked as if something hit it. There's no 
point of impact, with lines of shattering running out. And it only 
effects that one wall, the rest, inculding the one Paige is leaning 
against for orientation is the same. But the cracked wall... cracked 
evenly from top to bottom, side to side, every inch covered with a 
lattice of fine lines... is bleeding. Yes. Bleeding. Blood is running 
out of the cracks, dripping onto the floor, forming a puddle. It will 
reach the sitting team soon enough. Now as for the weird reflections. In 
the other mirrors, Gwen is still a transparent golden skin over bones, 
Paige still has mouthes, and Sam is still rust covered. But not only 
that. Jubilee's entire reflection is changed as well, though only those 
with their eyes open can see it. Oddly enough, she looks like a 
female... Sinister. Funky blue and red-armored skin, a red diamond on 
her forhead, the works. And as for Terry, well, she's wearing a strange 
outfit. A more feminine version of Deadpool's, with an opening for her 
hair in the back and not covering her mouth or chin.

Terry doesn't sit, and she keeps her eyes open. She gazes at the blood 
and her reflection. The red head chews her bottom lip, "Sam we ha' g' t' 
keep our eyes open..things are changing.. blood is..." She mutters, "Sam 
please trust me on this.."

Auric considers. "Darnit, Terry, the squirrels are back." She looks a 
bit more around.

Auric says "Yep. Blood. Funky."

EEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew. "This..." Paige says flatly, "Is, without 
a doubt, disgusting." She pulls her hand back way from the mirrors as it 
splits beneath her fingers, and tries to wipe the fluid off on her 
jeans. "Gross." No so gross as having been fed on infront of your 
classmates and having part of your deep, dark secret of your abuse 
REVEALED to peole you HATE... but still gross.

"S'all in yoah head, Terrah. Fahne, don't close yoah eyes, but yoah just 
allowin' Lishka to play with yoah head." Sam says sternly, eyes welded 
shut. He dare not open them, not wanting to see where the blood is and 
what it's doing. It's not real, it's not real, it's not real. Now, if we 
could /all/ think like this...

This is all WAY too much! Jubilee can't just SIT there with her eyes 
closed and wait for someone to grab her! Sorry Sammy. Jube opens up her 
eyes a little to peek around, spotting the blood first and turning 
slightly pale.. and that's around when her eyes swirve over towards.. 
the mirror.. /her/ image..! It's HIM! Jubilee nearly jumps out of her 
skin and is on her feet in an instant, heart suddenly racing and eyes 
widening. No, it's not him! It's /her/!! "No.." she mutters, eyes 
quickly filling to the brim with tears. "No.. No. No, no no no 
noNONONONO!!" In an instant, energy flares to life around Jubilee's 
hands as they swing upwards and aim at the mirror. She won't let that 
bitch do this to her!! She won't let her pry into her mind and play 
tricks on her and try to keep her from saving Everett!! And she /won't/ 
let her pick out all Jube's dirty little secrets and air them to 
everyone! *PAFPAFPAFPAF!!* An assult of multi-colored orbs spring from 
Jube's fingertips, soring through the air and to that mirror, that 
reflection of her as Sinister, bent on blowing it to pieces. "You're not 
gunna do this to me, you hear me /bitch/?!" Jube yells at the air, "You 
can't /have/ him!! No matter what stupid little tricks you pull!"

	Can we say, more **CRINCH**? About a hundred times amplified. 
Everywhere around the mirrors start cracking, just like the one that 
Gwen broke, blood pouring out of each crack just like on the the other 
wall. Blood also drips from the ceiling, landing on the sitting Sam. All 
the reflections are no, gone, replaced by bleeding walls, and bleeding 
ceilings and bleeding floors. Could that be why the edges were getting 
rusty? There was blood behind it? The floor has turned into blood? Can 
we say -ew-? Yes, we can. We can say it twice. Ew and Ew and Ew. Ok, ok, 
that's -trice-. Sam, you are now sitting in blood, sweet lil' southern 
man. Literally. Blood about three inches deep. Rustyish colored, dark, 
smelly, icky, metalic tasteing blood. Do you think Lishka's gonna let 
you all shower here? I don't think so. Would you -want- to shower here? 
Have you ever been afraid of the drain sucking you under? Well, just 
hope this blood is an illusion and won't last when/if you get out of the 
room. And how are you supposed to get out -now-? Walk through the blood?

"Dammit Sam, Y' certainly ha' na' been through wha' Paige an' I ha'" 
Terry breaks off her tirade and grabes Jubilee, "Jubes! Its na' Real.. 
remember.. Remember! Y' are y' th' little paffer.. " She mutters, "Y' 
are still dressed fer yuir date.." At this moment she doesn't even want 
to know how much further she has to go through with this..

Paige can get clean. She's one husk away from getting ALLA This shit 
RIGHT off her. "Sam, get your - " And then she blinks as Jubilee goes 
nuts. She's not to far from the girl, and so she crosses the floor - 
making sloshy noises in the puddle of blood and goes to grab her wrists, 
loosening her skin so if she's struck with paffs, it'll just blast away 
the flesh and reveal a tougher form beneath. "Goddamit, STOP! Ya ain't 
doin' a DAMN Thing for Everett bah gettin' hysterical, gal, so STOP! She 
*Wants* you t' lose focus so ya lose sight of ya goal. So if you give 
afuck baht Everett at ALL, STOP!"

Shiiiiiit. Sam /has/ to open his eyes, angry at himself that his idea at 
beating Lishka's game failed miserably. He almost pukes on the spot as 
he finds himself sitting in the middle of a pool of blood. Heck, more 
then a pool. Getting to his feet with speed, Sam looks for the rest of 
the group, calling them to come close. Yes, huddle in a circle and wait 
this out, there's no apparent way out, so all they can do is wait and 
pray to God that they don't snap before then. "Guys, stay close ta 
me..." He mutters, grabbing onto each and everyone of you, pulling you 
in close. He takes a hold of all of you and cluthes for dear life, 
hoping this horrible /nightmare/ is over soon. The blood sloshes and 
splooshes with each movement, sending a cringe up his spine. In his 
shoes, in-between his toes, everywhere. The blood is everywhere and 
rising fast, and Sam finds himself stuck, unsure of what to do. Blast 
through the roof? What's the point, Lishka can warp things at her will, 
it's useless. He can only hold onto the lingering feeling that the game 
can't be over yet, they have farther to go and she wouldn't bring the 
end so soon. Or would she?

Jubilee gasps as she's grabbed by Paige, her eyes going even wider as 
the girl actually /allows/ herself to bare some of the brunt of Jube's 
Paff Power. Jube's first reaction? Horror. She watches the skin fly and 
shreaks "PAIGE!!", convinced for that moment that she's just /killed/ 
her best friend's /sister/! A member of the /team/!! A /living breathing 
person/! But, as the moment passes, dragged on like an eon even though 
it's hardly a full second, Jube focuses on Paige as the flash dissipates 
and Jube is still being held firm by a half-husked Paige, her own hands 
burning a bit from having exploded her paff so close. There's hardly 
time to think about it before Jube gets yanked back by Sam with everyone 
else, and she looks down to watch the blood rise up.. She was already 
white as a ghost after what just happned. Now, she's turning a nice 
shade of green.

	End the game NOW??? But it's just getting GOOD! There's still so 
much more to do! Only two real fears have been faced! And no one has 
even faced a desire or temptation yet! Those are often the funnest 
because the people -want- to stay in the room instead of wanting to -
leave-. The blood continues to slosh, and drip, falling from the ceiling 
in slow sprinkles. You're all gonna have little red poka-dots by the 
time this is over. Or more correctly, poka-sploties. The blood on the 
floor rises, and upon Jubilee's accidental assualt on Paige... the blood 
seems to... shiver. Ever seen really dark red Jell-O being shaken 
around? Well, looks like that, only not in cubes, obviously. No doorway 
has appeared yet, but a few minutes more and the room will not be very 
big anymore, the blood seems to be closing in. Definatly one hell of an 
icky room.

Terry burrows against Sam as it seems to get weirder, she mutters, 
"Okay... this is like somethin' ou' o' th' OJ trial, wha' can we d' 
here..wha.. wha if we all focused our powers outward, stay in th' group 
t'gether, baacks t' each other an' attack it all..." Its an idea yes, it 
may sound like some sort of demented Carebear stare, but its an idea.

There's a sharp cry of Paige as takes those paffs, shreading through her 
skin and battering her body - and revealing a form of crystal beneath. 
"Ya evah," she intones flatly, once Jubilee's hytrionics are through, 
"'paf' me again, an' Everett'll be mournin' another girlfriend. Got it?" 
She says, as she holds the mallrats wrists tight in her hands. "Ya ain't 
him. Get. That. Though. Yoah. Skull. Ah ain't Emplate-" and though her 
stomach twists as she says it, "And Everett needs ya ta pull yoahself 
together. Got it?" Then, jello-blood or not, she drags her over to where 
Sam and Terry stand. "We doin' this final show-down style or what, 
Sammy?" She asks, looking to her brother with those cold blue eyes 
before they morph into clear crystal as she yanks away the rest of her 
skin and lets it fall to the blood about her. Disturbed by her 
surroundings? Not at all. Why? Because she's Nucking Futz.

"Christ..." Sam mutters, holding the group close. "Nah, ya can't use 
yoah powah in this small room, Terrah. But...Ah can use mine..." Hey, he 
has to do /something/. Now with his teammates close, he turns on his 
blast field and surrounds them with it. However, he keeps expanding it, 
pushing it to the size of the room and beyond. "Yeah, Paigey, show-
down..." He mutters, concentrating on pushing his field. What does he 
want to do? Not sure, he wants to have the room /explode/ or fall to 
shambles around them, keeping them safe with his field the entire time. 
One thing is for sure, something will have to give. Sam hopes it'll be 
the room.

Jubilee watches Paige with wide eyes and only nods at her words, Jube's 
own fright still keeping a grip on her.. She could have /killed/ Paige! 
Sure, Jube ain't too fond of the hayseed, but she's still another 
person! Another /life/! Top that off with all this blood and that image 
of herself as Sinny still emblazened on her memory.. One has to wonder - 
how's she gunna do when they get to HER room? This is what happens when 
you don't even deal with your problems in an /un/healthy way, and 
instead just shove them into a deep corner of your mind and hope they go 
away. She keeps close to the group, back to them all, and watches as Sam 
tries to push out the walls of the room.. If only she could help.

	Well, Sam my boy, in all directions, but one, your field seems 
to... have resistance. But against once wall, it doesn't resist. His 
field pushes the blood back easily. There must be something in that 
direction. Which wall is it? Well, it's the very wall Gwenny shattered. 
The wall you all were facing when you entered this mad room. Good job 
Sammy, that must be the way out. You've all survived the test of not 
going insane and killing each other, or getting sick all over the place. 
Now, how to get past the blood? That is the question. Anyone got an 
answer? We got a room full of leaders and wanna-be leaders here. Lead. 
Throw out ideas. Do your stuff.

Terry knows, mirrors, echoes, sound. All that adds up to no control of 
her power, "Why na' just walk through it.. yuir field should keep it off 
us, heck Paige ken jes' g' int' a new skin... its just gross.. blood 
canna kill us..." Can it? She looks to Sam as she offers this up.

Paige nods. "Ah- I can handle it, Sam. Just push forward and we'll 
follow behind you." She keeps her grip around Jubilee's wrist, unwilling 
to lose her to being sick or anything else. "We'll be RIGHT behind you."

Sam nods to Terry, "Good thinkin', girl." And with that, he concentrates 
really hard to keep the firld up the number of people, something he 
really has never done. "No, Paige, we go through /all/ tagethah. Ah need 
ya ta use yoah strength n' help Jubilee /jump/, pick 'er up if ya have 
ta. Terrah, ya stay close, in the air. On the cout o' three, jump as far 
as ya can inta the wall n' ah'll /try/ ta keep the field 'round us the 
whole tahme.....quick....*grunt*...We need the field, we don;t know 
whats on the othah side..." He trails off, taking a moment to 
concentrate. "One.....two...." He prepares himself, ready to thrust 
along with the group and offer as much shelter as possible. "Three." 
*SCHHOM* A spurt of exhaust and with the combination of their jump, 
through they shall go. He hopes.

Jubilee blinks once, twice, and tries to pull her sheathed wrist (wrist-
guards are ALL the rage now, ya know!) away from Paige's grip, too late. 
"WaitAMinuteWhatIfIt'sJustAWaaaaalll!" But by the time she's able to 
voice her protest, she's probably being hoisted through (or into) the 
wall.

	The wall of blood parts for the field, and... The blood fades. 
Now, to be correct, most of it fades. As a lasting reminder of the room 
it still stains all the clothes and skin of those who were in the room. 
Lishka just loves being over-dramatic, and leaving the blood on them is 
just... so cool to her. Of course if they make it all the way up, the 
blood will leave when they leave the Tower, and they can wash it off if 
they happen upon some water.

-- Stay tuned for the next log --