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Who: Everyone
When: Day 5, bright and early in the morning
Where: Labyrinth!
What: A daring labyrinth

[you somehow land into this labyrinth with a hard thud, sending clouds of dust flying everywhere. what you're in now is a stone room that has a flickering torch placed on each wall. it smells a bit dingy in here, like what one might picture an actual labyrinth or dungeon to smell like.

there doesn't actually seem to be much worth investigating in this room, aside from a sign and three old, wooden doors before you. the sign reads:

"If you risk it all, you gain it all. If you risk nothing, you gain nothing."

somehow, very inexplicably so, you get the strange sense that the riskier you play, the better the prize.]

(( RULES — PRE-MINGLE — WHICH DOOR DO YOU CHOOSE? — POST-MINGLE — TREASURE ))

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[floating over to look into the bassinet]

[it is indeed a crying baby

i mean, the baby is green with leaves for ears, but

it's a real live baby]

[BABY]

[picks up the baby]

Hi, there~

[the baby, in realization that it is NO LONGER ALONE, coos and reaches out for your face with its webbed fingers]

[floats back to the floor]

What are you doing in a place like this, cutie?

[the baby coos some more]

[and at this point, the bassinet collapses into the magma, suddenly spewing a large bubble of the stuff straight up]

[casts a shielding spell, turning his back on the pit to shield the baby, just in case]

Really no place for a baby, tsk.

[you're safe! in an odd twist, the flames abruptly surround you—without touching you—like a giant tunnel; below, where the magma previously settled in its pit, is a dark tunnel leading downwards]

Huh...

[well ok, going into the tunnel]

[it's dark in this tunnel; the baby is sniffling as though it wants to cry

the room you wind up in is very dim; the light source is unclear. there's a large door on the opposite wall of this room from where you now stand, thought it looks like it has a lock. there's a large stand that resembles a podium in the middle of this room, surrounded by people wearing black cloaks who are presumably in silent prayer. these cloak-wearing folk remain perfectly still, unaware of your presence.]

[rocks the baby shhh shhhh, shuffling around the edge of the room towards the door]

[suddenly a gruff voice calls out:

"Place the sacrifice."

each cloaked figure turns to face you with unseen faces]

Do you want today's paycheck?

[the owner of the voice takes a raspy breath—perhaps they're old

"Your insolence will be punished if you do not place the sacrifice."

all eyes are still on you]

I'm sorry, I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about.

[the one cloaked figure draws closer to you.

"Do you know what will happen if you fail to comply to our god? This affects not us... but you, as well, you fool."]

One step closer to me, and I'll put you on that podium.

No, I don't know. Calling someone a fool when nothing's been explained to them is the weakest kind of insult.

[there's murmuring amongst the crowd—the figure comes to a stop, hesitating.

"That infant you carry will endanger us by the time it's full-grown. It's for the best that we remove it quickly."]

That won't be a problem. I'm taking them home with me.

[they all collectively gasp.

"You cannot possibly. We cannot—no, our god cannot allow this...!"

in turn, the crowd all murmur in agreement. the figure who had been approaching you and has been addressing you, unveils a tall, wooden staff that holds an amber marble at the tip. this figure isn't taking any immediate action yet, but they grasp it firmly, angrily... perhaps fearfully.]

Why not? Doesn't it work out for everyone? Your problem leaves.

[the figure takes in another harsh breath.

"That just isn't enough. It seems that... we will have to do things our way."

they tap the the butt of the wooden staff on the ground, sending surges of invisible pressure across the ground. you can hear something crumbling in the distance, but nothing is happening inside this room... not yet, at least. the baby starts to whimper.]

[readies a spell, drawing his hand through the air, but not casting yet]

You're upsetting the baby.

["And you are upsetting our god," the figure retorts.

and it's with this that a fifteen-foot tall dragon crashes into the room from the rear wall. rubble lies where the wall once was, and the cloaked figures kneel before this newcomer. however, it doesn't seem like this dragon cares much about them—it's peering around, snorting and sniffing.]

You couldn't build your god a door?

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