#odyssey

She drops down, stoically ignoring the damned clown.

"Don't you knooooww?? " The shrill voice of the clown bounces above as she enters the breathing lungs of the funhouse

"Don't you know you never split the party?
Clerics in the back keep those fighters hale and hearty
The wizard in the middle, where he can shed some light" And his voice yells the last part
"And you never let that damn thief out of sight!!"

A wordless grumble of annoyance.

"Damn Thief" echoes around the tunnels.. Dagmar must stoop to fit as she moves. There is a trail.. a thin strip of Salvia, as if someone was dragging the tip of a wet toweel

She follows the trail.

Breathing sounds..the Funhouse 's breath, not Symon's

No use calling for Symon - she couldn't hear his response.

And doubtless, he can hear her tromping along.

The tunnel grows dark. She'll need that flashlight

Another grumble.

Tromp tromp tromp.

The tunnel splits.. the saliva trail goes to the right. IF she wants to keep followingit

To the right!

And to the right ever to the right.. she goes. That's when she walks into a new room. the flashlight shows there are three people in chairs. They all look to be Symon! Each one is wired for electrocution...

and Lolly's voice says "Save one, the other two die. Better guess the right one"

Scowl.

"Fine. Talk. Why should I save you?"

"Because" one whispers "the right to escheat value's life"

"Only real lives, not illusions of them."

The second one answers the first question "You should save me because you'll need help getting out of this place"

A brow at the third.

The third says "you shouldn't save any of us, you should try to get the hell out and never come back"

She nods. "Kay."

She turns back towards the door, seeing if there's a reaction.

None.

A step to leave.

And three surges of electricity and... something that could only called wheezing screams go off beind her. The room lights up behind her.. and shadows of jiggling figurees in chair jerking violently as they are electrocuted are cast before her

Dagmar can't. She turns back to look.

Three dead Symons, charred by electocution. If Symon were next to her instead of infront of her in achair, he would point out that there are REASONS they often blindfolded folks.. see the eyes? Pop and fry right out if you're not.. yeah, number two there

Now there are three dead teenage boys of Korean American descent. At least.. it looks like...

and the far wall opens "We all have to live with our choices" Lolly says "Well.. Some of us live with them. Just walk past yoru victims and ... the way to the map is there"

Her jaw is set, expression shuttered, hands in fists.

And the new passage awaits ,if she'll go through. The stink from Dead Symons isn't getting much better for the time she waits

She forges ahead, expression unreadable.

For Symon, well, this is DARKLY amusing.. he's in a giant tea cup.. one of four...

He appears to be on some rotating table... thati s, the cups are...

and one by one, the cups are being filled by scalding hot tea

As he's in the last cup .. this is about to become a problem

He peers over the edge, judging what may lie below if he exits the ride.

Is it a PROPER tea-cup, with a handle?

It is!

Clinging with sticky fingers and toes, he tries to climb to the outside of the ride, and wedge himself into that handle-spot. It may be warm there, but... better out than in?

Looks about a 15 foot tall drop

And in he goes.. needing to squirm into it

He winds himself around the handle... a sigh. He'll drop if he needs to... looks painful though. Even bendy bones break and squishy flesh bruises. He waits patiently... Dagmar will find him.

Dag is looking for the map, trying not to think about the stink.

The saliva trail has ended, and it forks again. Trying not to think of the stink? makes you think of the stink... when Dagmar smells something else...

Tea?

Tea!