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BrattyCommissar
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The door to the boardroom sat closed for some time, a wave of uncertainty washing over its occupants, before there was but a simple knock upon it.
Just as sudden as the knock itself, the board room began to degrade in quality. The distortions prevalent upon the fixtures of the room splintered further apart, as the entire room seemed to curve and tilt upwards like elbow macaroni from the door, chairs sliding before crashing down against the wall, the desk sliding slower before tumbling over and punching into the wall, active pixelisation flooding forth from the wound in the fabric of the room, like spurting blood from the veins of this fictional reality.
The keyboard, however, remained where it had been, floating fixed within the air, as the monitor screen on the far wall from the door- now an approximation of a ceiling- flickered to life briefly. The keys on the board began to clack, faster and faster, and the screen briefly read with some content albeit near impossible to discern amongst the backdrop. Then, the screen flickered dead, and fell down and cracked itself against the keyboard, pierced upon it in the air above the gathered persons below in their heap with the desk and chairs. The screen didn't fall further, simply hanging like a gutted fish upon a hook, wires and circuitry dragged out its back and clinging to it like tendons to bone.
The fractured cracks of the screen flickered once more to life, and simply read 'Go' ad infinitum- repeated across the entirety of the remnants of the display, as the door out of the boardroom swung itself open. One of the chairs that had more rolled than toppled up against the door rolled out and into the adjacent hallway, coming to a stop against the wall beyond the door. On the wall now above the chair, however, was a rather incredibly helpful print- a sheet of paper- with what would appear to be a map of the surrounding office, with the path to the exit clearly laid out. Given what AMBIG had communicated, though, there lay present but uncertain risks on approaching that exit.
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Fortunately, the map came off the wall simply enough, held in place by a simple thumbtack, and in the chair that rested beneath the map sat two pens- a black one, and a red one. Useful, if nothing else, to keep the map updated with what the group may learn. On the back of the map remained nothing but the other side of the paper, and given the state of their augs seeming to glitch around uncertainly, a concrete way of storing information may be useful too, even if it couldn't hold too much information.
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Other than the same persistent artifacting and visual decay, there did remain an additional thing 'off' about the office hall that the group had been opened up to. In the distance came a foul stench, coupled with the sound of rapidly rushing water- not the standard fare for an office by far. What on earth could that be? Where did the various AMBIGs go? What did that covenant business do, to begin with? Who had left them the map, and the pens? And, perhaps more pressing, who had knocked?
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