Within the spiraling tower looming above, now devoid of the immediate presence of the Director and his subordinate, the group of survivors were deep in discussion…
What are we waiting for? C’mon, we have to stop this!
Yeah, I know you’re in your suicidal era - and I respect that. Ballsy. But we can’t just blindly haul ass through four floors of god knows what. Without a plan, we’re not gonna get much done if we end up dead in the woods, swarmed by ghosts, or I dunno, drowning or something.
Though invigorated you may be by the proceedings, I maintain that we need be cautious as we tread towards the unknown. The target we seek is yet layered behind countless other beasts, scampering about in the cloying glow of the heavens.
Naught but one mistake may cost your very soul as we venture forth - without preparations and a scheme of a most ingenious nature, to advance would be most dea-
He pauses as the lobby doors swing open, the collective heads of the group swiveling to see someone silhouetted in the light beyond - though the distinct shape of a fedora on their head and a whip by their side made the identity of the figure clear.
Indiana Jones takes a step inside, squinting his eyes around the distorted Lobby as his head bobs up and down with analytical intent.
Calmly stepping through the crowd, he snatches a whiteboard marker from the remnants of the front desk and waves Spooks over, requesting that he display the facility’s new layout once more. Despite his extended stay out in the isolation of the Depths, the old archaeologist was far from disengaged - and he had a plan.
They just had to trust him, and despite a few nervous glances and unspoken words of hesitance from the others... they didn't have much of a choice.
The plan was simple, at least on paper - well, the closest thing to paper they had on hand. Split up, reboot the seals, then regroup and move on. Smaller groups would be preferred over solo runs, but with the right preparation and with the Anomalies accounted for, going it alone would be viable for smaller areas. Ghosts of course, couldn't be accounted for - save for ensuring there were bullets to spare - with the other Spooks and Lyra both in the same boat, except with gunfire traded out for the Esotera-charged weaponry carried by Columbo.
The little heropon sighs, dumping out his secretive pillowcase of random junk - allowing the group to choose their respective guises, though his pleas that the others not wear too many and therefore break his forbidden action seem to fall upon deaf ears in the midst of the scramble. Clearing the way with her hammer in an attempt to get into the pile first, The Mask of Mountains went to Tinkaton, with Indiana Jones choosing the fishlike Mask of the Sea next.
Much to her confusion, Morgan picks up a mask resembling Astrid's face - while Konata carefully lifts a wooden mask from the pile. Finally, Riki approaches Columbo, holding one last mask - one resembling Dodo's face.The detective takes the mask from the little nopon's hand, and after gathering up the rest of his belongings once again... Riki dons a mask of his own, a mask hewn roughly from a dinosaur's skull.
With one final glance, a shared look of determination and understanding of each of their tasks... the group breaks apart.
As Riki, Nancy, and Konata head up the stairs with Astrid towards the chasm gatekeeping the Telluric Seal. Morgan and 23 walk westwards into the Arboretum. The value in clearing a path to the stairs could not be overstated - and there was a certain prisoner worth checking on, after all. Who better to take on these tasks... than the two strongest fighters of the group?
Columbo... simply turns around and walks out the front door, fixing the Dodo Mask to his face as he ventures outside and towards the now-Sunken security gate out front.
As for the rest... Dexter leads Indiana Jones, Tinkaton, and Nashu towards the eastern door - and the presumably unguarded hallway leading towards the Lounge and the Somatic Seal beyond. Surely, he thought,... it's just the Lab Passage, right? Surely would be a nice, simple jaunt towards the Lou-
Ah shit. Here we go again.