fandomtownies | Sewer entrance near The Sin

Rosette inspected the grate thoughtfully, taking in the details of the area, looking for underground signs. As if she'd know what underground signs would look like. Coming up with nothing but a few conjectures that could have just been stratigicly placed shadows, she shrugged. "Good as any!" she beamed, crouching down and straining a bit exaggeratedly as she pulled the grate up and peered inside the darkness for a moment. Here's to hoping it was low tide.

She started a few steps down the ladder, and paused, shoulders still not yet emerged, and frowned at his cast. "You gonna be able to climb down okay?"

And she also realized that perhaps they hadn't planned this very well, looking behind her and down. "It's also kinda dark down there....Do we have a lighting device?"

Blair bounced idly as she pulled up the grate and then started wrapping his flannel shirt around his cast to keep it dry. "Hopefully I get get down with one arm, but if I fall on you I apologize in advance."

He dug in his backpack and pulled out two light-up pens (http://www.janway.com/images/products/light-up-pens-a.jpg). "Here, one for both of us!"

Rosette help the strange little light up wand in front of her in a sort of awed fascination. "These are swell! And don't worry if you fall." She winked. "I'll catch you."

And, after securing the pen sideways in between her teeth, Rosette scaled down the ladder.

Blair scaled the ladder with his usual grace and macho style.

Which meant he was barely down one rung before he fell on top of Rosette.

"Oops."

Just because Rosette had supposed 'prepared' to catch him if he fell, didn't means she was actually prepared. But she tried. "Eeep!"

"Oof." And failed. For a brief second, she actually had managed to catch Blair in her waiting arms, but the force of the fall and her general all-over clumbsiness soon had her struggling with her balance, and then promptly falling backwards and being promptly smushed under him.

Blair looked up at the sewer entrance above him for a moment and rolled his eyes. This wasn't embarrasing at all.

"So so so sorry, Sister Rosette!" Blair rolled off her and stood, reaching out his good hand to help her up. "Are you okay?"

Rosette pushed herself to a sitting position with her arms, shaking off the impact by shaking her head, and letting out a breath to make sure her lungs weren't crushed. She gave the offered hand a dismissive wave and continued pushing herself up the rest of the way to her feet. She brushed off the front of her habit, the back of it, as if they weren't about to go traipsing through a dirty sewer. "Yeah, yeah, I'm okay." She brandished a smile at him to prove it, and then it took on a slightly sinister, teasing quality. "I knew you wouldn't make it."

Blair watched her carefully and then grinned at the teasing. "What? I almost made it! Seriously!"

He looked around and held his multicolored light-up pen in front of him. The light was not that impressive but he shrugged and looked at Rosette. "North or South? Or is that East or West?"

"Hmmmm," Rosette scanned the area similarily, tapping her chin. "I have a good feeling abouuuuuuut......that way!" She pointed randomly in a direction; she certainly couldn't tell if it was East, West, North, South, direct stairway to hell. But it looked like a good place to start. She started forward slowly, trying to inspect the walls for underground symbols.

Blair bounced after her happily, splashing through the stream of water on the ground. "So is that good feeling a supernatural thing or a just a hunch. Around here you can never tell if people have super powers or not."

"Me, I'm just Blair. I wonder if I should come up with a name for regular people in Fandom? Normies, maybe?"

Rosette, realizing her hems were getting wet, hitched up her skirt a little bit. Her boots were much better for trudging through the wetness. And it was rather convienent that she was wearing the black one she didn't like, so no worries about getting it icky. She pondered Blair's questions.

"Mundanes, maybe? And this, just a hunch. No supernatural powers for me, either. I'm justa nun with a hell of a shot. But I grew up in the wilderness of Michigan, so my exploring instincts are top-notch!"

So top-notch that she turned a corner and ran straight into a dead end.

"Errr...."

"Mundanes sounds like a bad thing. Might as well just call us the Unspecials." Blair frowned. "Oh, I lived in Michigan once. Naomi and I were at a commune near Howell for about two weeks before the militia chased us out."

Blair stopped before running into the back of Rosette at the dead end. "Should we feel around for a loose brick or hidden lever?" He poked the slimy wall and blanched.

Rosette tugged meaningfully on her gloves. There's got to be one, but it's not like it'll just stick out at us. But why else would there be a wall here if it weren't a ruse?" She started to feel around the wall, pushing, twisting, pulling, completely uneffected by the grossness. For now. Just wait til some gets on her skin.

"Hmmmm....." She so far wasn't being very successful.

"OH!" But she found something. It was a hole in the wall! A wild grin took over her face as she reached in, feeling around.

"Yes!" Blair bounced as he leaned closer. "You found it!"

"Maybe!" Rosette almost giggled with excitement. "Oooh! There's something in here! But I can't....quite...get it...."

"Ah-ha!" She jumped happily as best as one could when they've got their arm deep in a gross hole in the wall and started to pull out what she had found. Maybe it was a map, or a key, or some other clue.

It was a big, fat, dead rat. Rosette screamed, dropped it like it was hot, and took a staggering step back.

"Ew." Blair stepped closer and prodded the rat with his shoe. "Do you think the underground is past the dead rat? Like maybe this is a test of strength or something?"

"Strength of stomach, maybe," Rosette said with a disgusted sneer. The thing looked all bloated and just...ew. Ew ew ew. "You think I should try again? But if I find another dead thing, we are going the other way immmediately. Sure, we won't fit in the hole, but I don't want to be the next thing dead."

Blair bent down to peer into the hole without thinking. There was a squeak from the hole and then a louder one from Blair.

"Undead rat!"

"Holy God!" Rosette screamed, simultaniously pushing Blair out of the way with one hand while pulling out her gun with the other. She whipped out her pistol and aimed, preparing to shoot. "Eat lead, you evil zombie rat thing!"

"STOP!" Blair yanked hard on Rosette's sleeve. "I meant that it was a live rat not an actual undead one! There's no zombie rat!"

Eeep! Rosette immediately lowered her arms, still keeping her shooting position, but laying it down and prostrate. She gawked at Blair for a moment.

"Live rats can eat my face just as much as zombie ones!" she shrieked a bit franticly.

Blair flailed with one arm. "You can't just shoot them! No shooting rats!"

"Look." He pointed behind them vaguely. "I think that direction looks more promising for the underground. Why don't we try there."

Rosette slowly uncocked her pistol and set it back into its cleverly hidden holster, cleverly hidden enough that might have made Blair blush if he had noticed where it was. Those slits in her habit skirt were for more than just mobility. "Okay," she consented, but she narrowed her eyes at him a bit. "However, if I get attacked by a rat and get the plague, it's all. your. fault."

Luckily for Blair he was not checking out Rosette's slits because he was too busy trying to get his pen to shine better so he could watch out for rats.

"Yeah, yeah. If you get the plague I'll totally feel bad, man." Blair muttered. "Moaning and wailing at the funeral."

"Hey! Moaning and wailing properly at funerals is serious business!" Rosette huffed a bit. Even if it they were just for kittens. "Not just anyone can do it successfully, you know."

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