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He shot her a flat look, not even bothering to call attention to the rifle in his arms. "Yes," he answered sharply.

He didn't talk about it much, but shooting had been one of his father's preferred bonding activities, and it was practical knowledge when you considered the possibility of coyotes sneaking onto the property.

She ignored the look. "Will it break the ice?"

Rhys' eyes returned to the man, eyes narrowing. That was the one Jordan had guessed to be a berserker, which made Rhys feel a sense of responsibility. It was someone he could do something about, but if he did, X-DAV would know shortly after. He had no recognition of Quartz's characters other than Carren himself, and half-wondered if the kebab devourer wasn't a berserker himself. He sure put food away like one.

Rhys gave the room a quick survey, but the act was pointless.

Could be more.
Guess you're right about these events.

It made him feel guilty for asking Jordan to come with him.

"Probably fuckin' not," he replied, obviously irritated. "It'd be like trying to cut fabric with an icepick." Maybe that was a shitty comparison. He didn't care. There was an icepick through his skull right now, so fuck everything.

She watched his facial expression and regretted pointing Roman out.

"Don't do something stupid," kind of just popped out of her mouth, and while she may have felt a little bad for her word choice, she didn't for saying it.

"Probably or definitely?" she prodded, ignoring his irritation as well. She wasn't even thinking of what good she'd do if he even managed to break the door open (spoilers: nothing).

"I don't have enough ammo to manage it and we'd go deaf in the process."

He could not claim that he hadn't been thinking something stupid and scratched his cheek with a nervous grin. Caught. He held his palms in front of him in surrender. It wasn't a line of thought he could afford to pursue.

Well, if they went deaf then they wouldn't hear Kharveryos' roaring--

Okay no that was not an option.

She turned her back to Duncan again, running a hand through her hair. The burner, then, that's all they had that could get them out that she could think of.

She resumed her search, this time less mindful of returning items to their proper places.

She gave him a heavy stare before breaking eye contact. Expecting him to not do something stupid was futile. There were degrees of stupid he did not mind crossing.

It was going to bite him in the ass one day. (Ha ha, like she was one to talk.)

He was content to go back to ignoring her. He laid the rifle down on the floor beside him and folded his arms over his knees to cradle his head.

This headache was not going away anytime soon, and the fact that it was freezing just made everything worse. He couldn't stand cold, and his leather coat only did so much.

Duncan was always miserable, but he was extra miserable right now.

Attempting to show good faith, Rhys returned to his meal with the most innocent look-I'm-totally-eating-and-not-being-stupid face he could put on. For added effect, he even gave her a thumb's up with his free hand.

He meant it, too. At least about this particular stupid thing.

Jordan was so focused on getting the fuck out she didn't even notice the fact that Duncan was pretty useless right now.

Her tenacity was rewarded when her hands finally made contact with the portable stove ~~that Mini meant all along, whoops~~. She pulled it down, forcing herself to ignore how her fingers were basically numb now, and placed it on the floor.

The expected blue ring of flame did not show up. She clicked the dial several more times, but the output remained the same: nothing.

Jordan buried her arms between her thighs and torso and rested her forehead against her knees. "Shit."

It was too cold to stay like that. She forced herself to straighten, stove forgotten. "Are you going to sit there and freeze to death?" she asked, a twinge of annoyance in her voice, except it was kind of lost by the chattering of her teeth. Jordan was accustomed to Fall City weather and so her clothing was light.

She recalled how Duncan was from Texas.

Maybe he was already dead? She didn't turn around to look.

"What the fuck else am I supposed to do?" he shot back, not lifting his head.

It wasn't cold enough to die of hypothermia. Probably. Fuck, he didn't actually know, 60F was freezing to him let's be real. He had no concept of cold.

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"Look for a way out?" she suggested, tone clear she thought his answer was stupid. "You're supposed to keep moving, you know."

Moving to find a way out because Rhys.

She opened her mouth to agree with Ezra, but assert cats were better, when a new voice caused her to jump (though, fortunately, she didn't drop her plate of baklava; that would have been a tragedy). She spun, one hand shifting away from the plate to move a little closer to the hilt of the knife at her waist, just in case, only to have her eyes widen in surprise, her hand falling uselessly at her side.

"Nadir!" she exclaimed, eyes wide as she stared at him, completely covering Ezra's attempt at an introduction. "I... um..." Why was he here? The giant man with the missing eye who was apparently a spellsword, according to Alison. Now that she got a better look at him, she almost wanted to kick herself for not noticing the golden eye before. How had she missed it? "I..." Ohhh God what was she trying to say? "I didn't know you knew Ezra."

She wasn't certain she had been trying to say that, but it worked. Hopefully.

"Okay!" she agreed, beaming back at Alison. She was offering to help, after all, and she couldn't turn that down, not now. And she was sure the housemates would be on board when she explained the plan. It looked like there was a bright side to all of this after all.

The mention of gyros pulled her from her thoughts, and she looked up, eyes zooming completely in on the gyro stand. "Oh my God yes." There really was no other way to respond to that. Gyros, after all, were the best things ever.

"You would be the best person ever if you did," Gabe asserted, popping what remained of his bougatsa in his mouth and savoring the last mouthful of it before moving on to the loukoumade. The baklava was for last. The way Mal had described it had reminded him of his favorite mooncake filling, and he wanted to save it for last just because of that. "Though you'd have to bring enough for Rhys, too. Sweetie might feel left out if you don't."

"Yes," she said simply, looking back to Mal after a moment, not realizing right away that he'd been speaking to her. She ended up looking away again, making no attept to pad her answer or make further pleasantries.

"Fine." He forced himself up, hefting his rifle by the strap and sliding it over his shoulder. If he found an exit, he wasn't going to come back to tell her.

He walked the perimeter of the room, checking for side doors, windows, reasonably sized ventilation shafts, but there was nothing. He swung wide around Jordan to continue looking on the other side of the room.

Finally stopping again at the door, he wrapped his arms around himself and squinted up at the ceiling, past the florescent lights. "There's a dropped ceiling, if you wanna try that." He didn't sound hopeful about it.

The reaction garnered something of an amused look from Nadir, a raised eyebrow that fell back at her dumbfounded expression. He would give her credit for not running away immediately.

"Long story," he supplied. "I'm his roommate."

"Eileen plays Anais, th'paladin in Bastan I play Ras off of. Man," Ezra said to Eileen, ignoring Nadir's exasperated look at his choice of words, "that shit with Ravindra, what was that? I talked to-" Rachel "-someone else 'bout it, 'parently Akhi's some kinda past life of Ravi's? Which is weird since Duncan ain't been playin' him for a week or three, last I knew." information among the group was nebulously learned, but he was sure someone had told him. Rhys maybe?

"I'm helping him out," Nadir added for clarification, seeing as Ezra had glossed it over. "Lifting, mostly."

He just rolled his eyes at Mal's comment and went back to his food while conversation turned toward Theresa.

Well. "Conversation." She didn't much feel like having one with Mal, it seemed. "She plays Reilanin," Duncan supplied, to explain how they knew each other.

Eileen frowned a little bit at that, recalling the text conversation she had had with Alison and the brief one she had had with Heimdall over the forums. She had assumed he knew what had been going on with Ravindra, that he had planned that all out from the beginning, but if what Ezra was saying was true...

"Well, I heard that some of our characters in the game are becoming self-aware now." She'd just ignore the fact that Ezra apparently had a spellsword for a roommate. At least this was a topic of conversation she could handle. Well, sort of. She didn't know all the facts about it, but maybe Ezra knew more, what with having a spellsword for a roommate and all. "So, I guess that if Heim wasn't playing him at the time, then maybe Ravi's his own person." Or was it Akhilendra (not that she could pronounce it)? And did that mean Ravi was going to cross over like Nadir had? How did that work, anyway? "I mean, I sent him the log, and I thought he knew, but I think Heim would have warned us if he was planning to do something like that."

She sighed, picking up her piece of baklava from her plate and nibbling on it a bit as she pondered this. Everyone who knew what was going on probably wanted answers just as much as she did, and yet it seemed as though there were none to be found. Did anyone know the answers to the questions people were asking? After a moment, she looked up at Nadir again, studying him carefully before quietly asking, "You were one of the people we made the swords for, right?"

Jordan followed his line of vision.

It was something.

She looked to the chairs, then to the tables. No, girl, use a fuckin' ladder like a civilized person. It was a supply room, she'd already passed them once before.

Though she'd more or less told Duncan to help, Jordan was unwilling to ask him for assistance unless something was impossible for her. Moving and setting up a ladder was not one of those things. She did it with little noise, mostly because it was too cold to make noise. The ladder would sometimes strike her firearm, but she was past the point of noticing beyond a mental damnit.

He didn't offer to help, either. Maybe if it hadn't been Jordan, or if she hadn't been a huge fucking bitch to him a few days ago, he might have.

As it was, he just watched her set up the ladder, feeling like her efforts would be fruitless.

If Jordan managed to get into the ceiling, she'd find it too dark to see much, full of wires and metal ventilation shafts much too small for either of them to crawl through, and ending at the walls of the room so they couldn't even use it to drop into a different room with an unfrozen door.

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