Obadiah’s Friday evening odd encounter(Arachne)
Date: 2025-06-20 17:46
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[Fri Jun 20 2025]
In The entrance to The NightSide
Stepping into the atrium of the NightSide, the space unfolds before your eyes into an opulent, mysterious foyer that seamlessly blends 1940s glamour with gothic architecture.
The walls are black marble veined with shimmering silver filigry accents, casting a subtle glow under the dim fairy lighting strung around the 31walls on chromed wires.
Rich ruby-red curtains with intricate fae-like patterns frame the entrance to the west, able to be drawn across the doors when the clu67b itself closes for the day, and adding a hint that this may not be just any average place, but one at home with its unsettling locale.
Art deco gables, cast 31from wrought iron, frame the room, their styling in haunting emulation of creeping vines wound with thorned growth, the effect suggestive of impending motion to come.
To the north, a velvet-lined parlour beckons with plush seating, antique gilded mirrors, and flickering candle sconces, visible when the crimson curtain covering its enterence shifts, whilst to the south, a merchandising alcove displays exclusive club merchandise, veiled behind the same contrast concealment./span>/span70F(21C) degrees. The mist is heaviest At Birch and Atlantic/span
Amber flinches as Lykaia gets thwacked by the axe, pulling back to give space, “Oh shit. You okay?” She looks back over her shoulder, “Storm’s getting worse. It’s just on the other side of this gate.”
Getting right smacked into the face by the handle of the axe, Lykaia takes a deep breathe in. Probably gets some unpleasant rainwater into her mouth. “Affirmative. Not the worst I experienced. Will take a while to heal.” She answers, looking back to Amber for a moment as the skin where she got smacked does grow blue and dark. Another deep breathe in. “Won’t be having an axe to help us get over that. Think you can climb it with the winds? Could try see if the back is open right and we can pull us through?”
“Through might work. I’m not really any good at a climb,” Amber admits to Lykaia, moving to yank open the passenger door so they can pass through, “Lead the way again?”
Magic failing Obadiah, again, he starts to get visibly frustrated with himself and the speed of things, making his way up the garbage piles and leaping from trash-berg to trash-berg in an attempt to get out of this stinky wasteland. “What I don’t do for these people,” he grumbles as he works his way to the upturned dumpster landing with a splash in front of it. “Let’s see what is in here, shall we?”
Lykaia glances around and then does also say “Looks the part. Alright. Let’s try.” She starts to move, trying to find her way into the passenger side. “Might need to use the Baton.” She does try to open the passenger door, but it tends to be futile to pull or push a door onto water and so the baton comes up to try and just get a little ajar to slide her baton into to try and let water flood into the passenger side so they can pass through.
Amber worms her way into the vehicle once the door is wedged open, already too wet to care about a little more water at this point. The driver’s side was pinned open, so she slips out the other end simply enough, making sure it’s clear as she waits for Lykaia to follow.
Lykaia follows out through after Amber and sets herself down as well when they get through “Amber. Remove the talisman? You’re more experienced.”
Obadiah dealt with the last one by throwing a match in the dumpster to create a literal dumpster fire, the got the fuck out of there. Roberta can catch the imagery of him slow walking away with an inferno behind him, That should sell some tickets.
Amber attempts to quickly disable the talisman, eager to regroup with the others.
Obadiah says “Just go down to end?“