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You know that small room Ms. Agnes goes into when she wants to have a phone call in private?
I'm in there.
But you'll have to come in quickly. I don't want to risk the fire alarm going off because I had to re-light the incense.

[ Although, maybe having the sprinklers go off would clear out the smell. ]

ok ill be rite there

["Right there" takes a little longer than Pao-Lin thinks, since she finds that she doesn't actually quite remember the route to the room that Ivan is talking about. She hasn't had occasion to give it much thought, after all. Also, something about the purple-flavored quality of the air is making her head spin...

But eventually she'll knock on the door, as softly as she can. Her voice, too, is on the quiet side, although she isn't sure why she feels the need to be discreet and sneaky.]

Ivan? It's me.

Come in.

[ Ivan sits on the floor against the wall, hoping that whatever smell in the air rises instead of sinks. Or is it more likely for it to be the other way around? Did this get covered in the Hero Academy? ~~They taught him how to pilot a helicopter...~~ ]

[The scent of Ivan's incense punches her in the face the instant she opens the door, even though she only opens it as wide as is necessary for her to slide her slender frame inside. She locks the door behind her afterwards. Again, she can't explain why she feels the action is necessary. The training center is empty, isn't it?

Isn't it?]

How long have you been here for?

[ Who knows? This weird miasma could be the product of some kind of chemical leak, poison NEXT, or... Stern Bild youkai! ]

Um...

[ He checks his phone's clock. It's plugged into an outlet by a wire. He doesn't want to worry about running out of power on top of this weird purple. ]

Half an hour?

[WHAT IF...IT'S ALL THREE............]

Really? That long?

[Pao-Lin had been in the middle of a particularly intense workout, so she'd only noticed the weirdness once she actually sat down for a full break.]

And no one's sent out any, like, warnings or announcements?

[There was nothing on her phone or her wristband when she'd checked.]

[ Then may the goddess of Justice help them. ]

Nothing. I've been checking my phone for messages and my PDA... I even checked online. There hasn't been a word about it.

[ He gives another run through of the usual sources, and still, there's no update. ]

I thought everyone just forgot about me, but if you don't know either...

[If it's all three, then there's no justice for either of them.

Pao-Lin shakes her head.]

Have you warned the other Heroes about this?

[Can they at least reach out for help, or will Pao-Lin and Ivan be on their own?]

Edited (decided to keep things simpler) 2020-01-15 01:50 (UTC)

I...

[ He grimaces. Apparently he did not think to alert others to a problem in their own home turf. If they were out on the streets, yeah, because how can they get points? But inside the training center where ~~everything's made up and~~ the points don't matter?

Have they ever practiced an emergency drill here? ]

... No...

[Ivan's lucky that Pao-Lin's not really the judgy type.]

Okay. Let me see if I can get a hold of Ms. Agnes.

[If this is the doing of a NEXT, Agnes would want to get the HeroTV crew in on that action.

Pao-Lin taps on her communicator band to call Agnes, and waits...and waits...and waits...]

[ Ivan waits for Pao-Lin to try to contact Agnes. He wobbles a bit where he sits. His head spins a little. ]

... Stupid purple...

[There's no answer from Agnes. Maybe...maybe she's just in a meeting or something? Probably. She's always busy with something or another.

Okay, next step. Pao-Lin opens a line to all the other Heroes.]

Hello? Can anyone hear me? This is Dragon Kid...Origami and I are at the training center and there's trouble. ...Hello?

[ You know what this thread needs? Someone passing out and forcing action to happen. So, Ivan slumps over his phone, seemingly asleep.

Maybe the purple isn't so good to breathe and smell after all. ]

— Ivan?! Ivan, what's wrong?

[With the commlink line still open, Pao-Lin rushes over to check on him. She shakes him gently.]

Hey, say something!

[She frowns at her wristband. No one continues to answer the ~~bat~~ Hero signal that Pao-Lin's put out... This is probably bad, right.]

[ He groans something that sounds close to "5 more minutes." before rolling more into a ball.

Does the gas have some kind of sedative? That could explain why no one is responding. ]

This is no time for sleeping! We have to figure out what's going on!

[If this mysterious purple-tasting gas has sedation properties, she and Ivan need to get out as quickly as possible. Holing themselves up in this small space was perhaps, in retrospect, not the brightest idea.

With a huff, Pao-Lin cuts her call for help and gently shakes Ivan again. First things first: they need to find some fresh air. After that, they can try again with an SOS.]

Listen — let's go find a place with windows we can open.

[ With a few more groans, Pao-Lin manages to rouse Ivan from his slumber. The air inside the small room could really be either better or poorer; it's possible that opening the door introduced enough of the purple tasting air into the room for it to knock Ivan out. ]

Okay...

[ He pushes himself up to standing, wobbling only a little. ]

If I go down again, leave me.

[She shakes her head firmly.]

No way! We're doing this together. Here, lean on me.

[Though she is absolutely prepared to princess carry him if need be. Or, y'know, drag him by his feet, but surely the princess carry is more dignified than that.]

[ Would Ivan be able to shapeshift into something smaller to be carried? Well, yes, but if he falls asleep again, he'll revert to normal. That would be an unwelcome surprise. ]

Sorry for this...

[ He hates feeling like a dead weight, but what else can he do? He's already under the effects of this purple tasting air. ]

Do the windows even open here? We might be too high up.

[ There could be some large windows which open for Sky High's use. ]

[Pao-Lin's trying to remember if she's ever seen windows open in this place. Why can't she remember where or if windows open up in this place??? Ugh.

She lifts up the collar of her shirt to cover her nose and mouth as a makeshift mask. It's a little awkward with Ivan leaning on her, and who knows if this will actually help, but it's better than nothing.]

Then let's try going downstairs. At least that way we'll be closer to the ground if we have to escape.

[~~The Origami Dragon Escape!!~~]

[ Origami Dragon start to make their escape downstairs as the rain poured outside like a broken soda machine--wait, wrong Origami Dragon. There is no rain, only the purple tasting air that gives a drowsy effect.

However, a few flights down, the purple tasting air intensifies so much that a haze of purple hangs in the air. ]

... What?

[ Ivan manages to mutter before he pinches himself to stay awake. He wants to sleep so badly... ]

[The force of the haze is such that Pao-Lin stumbles and sways a little when she catches a whiff of it through the fabric of her shirt. She manages to keep her balance, even with having to support Ivan, but...this is Bad.]

Crap! It's so strong here... [A stifled cough from her. She blinks: her eyes have started to water from whatever this is.] I guess we have to go back upstairs. Unless you think we should just barge through?

[In normal circumstances, walking the next few floors down wouldn't be anything to blink at. It would technically be possible for them to sprint/jump down.

But they're still no closer to figuring out what's going on, and the problem has only intensified, to say nothing of how Ivan is already halfway (or more) to passing out.]

I don't... I don't think I can make it if I try to barge through.

[ He doesn't even trust that he could stay awake long enough while transformed for Pao-Lin to barge through. They can't go this way. ~~Not unless Sky High comes to yeet the purple.~~ ]

Another way or...

[ And then he hears an unfamiliar voice in the purple haze. Or is it more than one? ]

[Pao-Lin hears the voice(s) too. She lifts her head, trying to discern the source — or what it might be saying.]

Hello...? Anyone there?

[Is she going to have to save another victim of the purple-tasting air? That's going to be tricky...

"...donuts...help..."

A beat. Pao-Lin glances up at Ivan in slight disbelief. Did...that person say what she thinks they just said?]

[ The way Ivan slowly turns to face Pao-Lin, pure bewilderment on his face, more than let's her know that she heard that right. Donuts were mentioned. ]

Um, donuts?

[ He has no idea what to make of it. ]

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text —> action; this TFLN got more serious than I expected ROFL

Well, if serious is how we want to go...

the only serious that's guaranteed is Serious LinLin Energy

Of course the most SRZ BIZNES

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in before this is just some perfume line sample gone wrong

spoilers, it's a prototype of the new Blue Rose scent; it should taste blue instead

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