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The Guardsman managed to find his footing and stood up, throwing off the snakes as he rattled off a steady stream of swear words in Gallifreyan. He managed to crush the last few under his boots as Naya turned the corner and caught up to him. He groggily held up a hand and tried to shoo her away. "P-poisoned. F-feeling off, get b-back f-f-for a m-minute here..."

"Your medkit, idiot!" shouted Naya as she skid to a halt. "You've got cure-all antidote in there!"

"R-r-right." The Guardsman clumsily reached into his holster and fumbled with his staser pistol. "J-just gonna sh-shoot it u-up..." He looked at his hand. This wasn't what he was aiming for. Out of its own accord, his hand tightened around the pistol's grip and pulled it out of the holster. "W-wait! N-Naya, get cl-clear!"

"Crap." Naya ducked into a nearby alcove as a staser bolt missed her by a few centimetres. She swore profusely as she fumbled with her own medkit and pulled out the antidode injector pen. Did she really have to do everything around here?

The Guardsman's vision was blurring and he felt uncomfortably hot. He tried to fight the influence that was causing him to take step after step towards his partner all while loosing a few shots in her direction. After what felt like an eternity, he saw a flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye. He fought as hard as he could against the urge to turn around and succeeded in managing to freeze on the spot.

Never was he more relieved to see Naya drop her tactical cloak and slam the antidote injector into his arm.

Naya quickly pushed herself away from her partner and took cover again, listening him gasp and cough in the middle of the hallway. She murmured a prayer and said: "Look, I know you don't like needles, but shooting at me was totally uncalled for."

The Time Lord groaned and propped himself against a wall. "I got spooked, okay?" he said between breaths. "I'm good now— but remember the last time I took the antidote? I got—"

"You got hyper, yeah," said Naya as she emerged from cover. "Oh boy. This day isn't getting any better, isn't it?"

"Getting more intense is what you mean, right?" said the Guardsman, marching back towards the hovercart with a spring in his step. "WOO! I FEEL ALIVE TODAY!"

Naya facepalmed. "Ancestors, give me strength."

"Too late," gurgled the Nurse as he, for lack of a better word, evaporated into smoke.

Three of the four walls of the room suddenly turned transparent, revealing rows upon rows of seats occupied by figures in white robes. One of them stood up, checked its clipboard, adjusted its glasses, and pointed towards Ajax. "Attend to your patient, please. She doesn't have much time," it said. "Don't mind us, we'll just take notes." And with that, the figure sat down and watched the agent, eagerly waiting for something to happen in the operating theatre.

"OUR CHILDREN!" They roared. "YOU'VE MURDERED OUR CHILDREN! PREPARE TO DIE AT THE HANDS OF A FRIEND!"

Meanwhile, the snakes bit into Emiran, spreading their poison and the corrupting influence of their beloved parents.

((Time Lords are walking DEMs, right? He can get out of this?))

The DIA agents reflexively ducked and turned away from the swarm. Fortunately for the quarian, her suit's kinetic barriers stopped the high-velocity snakes from reaching her; her partner was not as lucky. He took the full brunt of the swarm to the side and was thrown off the cart into the writhing mass of snakes below, where he was swept away by the living tide.

"Emiran!" Naya shouted as she unclipped a incendiary grenade from her belt. She threw the grenade 'upstream', torching the oncoming tide and thinning out the flow of snakes. She then hopped off the cart and ran after her partner, drawing her sidearm as she gave chase. "Right, you two jokers are in for it now," she said to nobody in particular.

Welcome to our resting place,

Because now you're stuck in Hell!

The voices, which had started out as sweet and innocent, twisted into a snarl on the last line. The Roses all turned to face the Aviator and Zeb, drawing their wands. All of the Roses were now horribly mutilated, burnt all over, and some bore the marks of the deaths inflicted upon them by the agents. Each only had one, now, and it was impossible to tell what they had originally been, for now they were charred and flaky. The Roses advanced on the agents as the flames, which had made their way around the edges of the room, began to press inwards.

The Aviator felt her breath catch in her throat, but she raised her staser and fired at the dancing girls. "What the hell is going on?!"

Around them, the flames burned ever hotter.

"We h-have to g-get out of here," Zeb said, his teeth chattering.

...By the sudden absence of the Time Tot's psychic signature in Aviator's belly.

((She's still in there, just masked from Aviator's psychic abilities))

...Was an image that would break most people. The Aviator confirmed the crucified infant as a Time Tot. Her Time Tot. Dancing around the 6 foot tall spire were 6 nude girls, identical if not for their age.

Rose Potter's dead, Elanor's dead

The Aviator jumped back as fire filled the room. She grabbed a frozen Zeb by the scruff of his neck and pulled him out of harm's way. "What the f***'s going on?"

"F-fire," Zeb whimpered, his ears flat against his head and his tail tucked between his legs.

The sound of young girls singing filled the agent's ears.

Ri-na and Zeb, Ri-na and Zeb

Six strikes takes a Rose, One takes Ri-na

The door blew in with the sound of a boom, fire filling the room. For some reason, it didn't burn.

Zeb felt the hairs of his mane begin crackling with electricity. "What's going on?" he said.

"I don't know," the Aviator said, "but I intend to find out." Flattening herself against the wall by the door, she raised her staser and reached for the doorknob.

It was like there was something on the other side. Something burning. Something hungry. Something evil. And it wanted them. It seemed to press against the door, trying to get in, to consume them.

"It looks like there's no choice but to press forward."

"Awesome!" his partner cheered. "Follow me and watch me smash things!" He cheerfully started walking towards the shadow at the end of the corridor, and the Oculator followed him, looking around and beginning to become slightly anxious.

She frowned and got off her seat and joined Zeb by the door. "Don't tell me Tolkien stopped spinning again?" she said irritably.

Zeb shrugged, his ears flat against his head. "I don't know, but something smells... off."

Only more halls.

The laughing persisted.

"What on earth happened to Medical?"

"I don't know," Michael replied. "However, I am regretting our decision to enter this hallway. Perhaps we should turn back?"

"Aww, but then we don't get to find out what's going on!" Apecian protested.

"If we do find out, the process could kill me," the human pointed out.

"Oh. Right. Let's go back, then." The two turned to go back into the lobby.

He fell to his knees, and looked at the painting. She was smiling. That one smile that always seemed to say "I'm here. Everything is going to be okay."

"H-how?" He asked. "She was just here. Nothing was wrong. Nothing." He turned to the nurse, his blue eye glowing. "HOW?!" He yelled, a blue wave of energy erupting from his body. The flowers wilted, and all the medical supplies dissolved into water.

Levy couldn't move. She could see, but everything looked like it was a moving oil-painting. She could tell that it was a memorial, the flowers and the candles being a dead giveaway. She could see Ajax collapsed in front of her, his mouth moving. Apparently she couldn't hear either.

His blue eye flared to life, signifying the activation of his active skill, Double Attack Stance-Wt. He stood up, pivoting on his feet and setting the outer edge of the scythe blade on the Nurse's throat. She wanted to do something to tell him she was here. She wanted to tell him she was alive. She tried to focus.

The chain like detail on the frame of the oil-painting glowed blue, and another blue wave erupted from the painting. The Fire on the candles became water, and what little light there was became calm and inviting.

The Sacred Blue Chains

Ajax let out a sigh of relief. Bringing the scythe behind him, he prepared to swing to swing. "You have ten seconds to explain that."

Was hardly what anyone would call "welcoming" even by PPC standards. Either side of the hall was lined with upright coffins with their lids slightly ajar. Zombie-like moaning reverberated through the hall, which was dimly illuminated by the red emergency lighting.

Slightly more worrisome was the large shadow looming at the end of the corridor. The sound of its breathing undercut the zombie moans-- the combination of which was a positively spine tingling noise.

((It's considered poor form for your narration to directly influence another author's characters-- it tends to limit the options available to the one on the receiving end and could be considered railroading an action. If you don't mind, I'll respond to a slightly tweaked version of your prompt after supper.

It's seafood soup and so requires constant supervision. Still, yum.))

The voices laughed, and the snakes launched themselves at the Guardsman. They shrank as they flew, until they were no more than a centimeter long and not even a millimeter wide.

"We just went full meta," said the latter.

"Yeah, never go full meta!" said Naya up at the ceiling. "Also, if this is supposed to be a spooky ride, can we actually get something spooky? Misplaced snakes and loud voices over the PA isn't exactly terror-inducing. I've had worse days on the job, y'know."

"Yeah, completely amateurish."

"Totally, yeah."

"Hey, didn't you guys say that there was a bigger thing coming up?" said the Guardsman. "Show us the big thingy! C'mon, do it for us!"

"Yeah! As the game masters, we deserve the right to be spooked!"

"Spook us!"

"Yeah, spook us!"

((They're a tough crowd.))