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[protect_and_survey]

Jemma wakes up in the dark with an unexpected headache and a severe case of disorientation.

"Fitz, I think Marrihew spiked the punch again." She groans, struggling to sit up.



"... Fitz?"



"... Leo?"

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[protect_and_survey]

"Ugh." Jemma replies, emphatically, because she's doing her best not to think about all the possible contaminants. That's just foul.

"So what now?"

[sunbaked_baker]

"Well, unless you have a more likely plan than 'keep searching for a way out'..." Rae remarks, dryly, moving to get up. Her body is already promising retribution for all this abuse.

"How's your ankle?"

[protect_and_survey]

"I just thought maybe you saw something - your night vision is obviously better than mine." She replies tartly, the pain in her ankle making her cross. "It's been better."

[sunbaked_baker]

"It's a minotaur, sorry," Rae explains, belatedly, having forgotten again. "Dunno if it's the minotaur - if it is, we know where we are."

And just how screwed they are.

"I can... I can help heal your ankle, if you'd like. It just got twisted, right?"

[protect_and_survey]

"I've got it strapped pretty well - let's just get out of here." She's not sure what the deal is with this lady, but there's definitely something going on, and until she knows what it is, it's probably best not to allow uncontrolled experimentation.

[sunbaked_baker]

"If you say so," Rae says, and offers the other woman a hand up.

Jemma and Rae continue on, though the labyrinth seems endless. They don't know what might be waiting for them around each turn, or through the next door, but they'll find out, and eventually find their way back.