Alhallor
OOC is  HERE! 

You have been abducted from you're original location. It may have been a small or big farm, or perhaps you got away and were living the high wild live in a forest. Or in a supermarket as a mascot. Perhaps you were one of only a few chicken from someone. Whatever may have been before it's not anymore. You're memories are somewhat vague, you remember some kind of weird tests and then... Rumors?

"Did you hear about the heron? He escaped I heard?"

"They have lasers! Lasers!"

"The corn is alive? How can we eat it?"

"I heard they eat us!?"

"Experimental failure ONG-178... Try the next batch."

You're head and your thoughts become clearer just as you are pulled out, into a  harsh, cold and sharp environment . The angles are too sharp, everything seems like a danger and they are a lot of humans that handle you roughly. This can not stand!

 Scramble 

Two rough humans in stark white outfits handle you. You try to slip away but they clamp down on your wings, one of them pulls a dangerous looking item, you move your head in just the right sassy way and kluck in the totally correct manner. One of the guys ignore you, the others eyes got big, shocked even and pulls the other by the collar who let's you free! One human shakes the other angrily while shouting. "How did it know? How can it possibly know? HOW?!"

 Enyo 

You get handled by a human in an almost blinding white outfit, ready to pour something over you. The big human get's smaller and smaller though, till he can't handle you anymore, you grab him with your... Clawy hands? and scream into it's ear   What!?   What!?   WHAT!?  

The human falls down, hits his head and doesn't move anymore, you sitting on it's chest, now normally sized again.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Don't consider you're power used for the day.
 

 Thunderbok 

You realize three humans handling you, one holding you down, another two getting sharp and creepy seeming tools of some kind. You manage to flap your wings and a small localized storm suddenly manifests, throwing the people around but keeping you unharmed. The staff members fall down like twigs, seemingly unable to move for the moment.

 Ace 

The human in the sickly white outfit mumbles something then looks around, witnessing the chaos that nearly simultaniously takes place. In a flash of insight you stretch one of your claws out, turning a small handle, fire erupts under one of the humans hand, he screams throwing you up in the air, you manage to land while the human knocks over a heavy pot of water, knocking himself out but extinguishing his flame.

 All 

You left a lot of chaos in your sudden wake. The only sound that is heard is from one of the humans sobbing quietly. "How? How could it know?" Not that you can really understand them of course. Otherwise the kitchen is eerily quiet. You  have a rough idea  where you were coming from, but otherwise you're knowledge is limited. You're craws are not totally empty at least.
Metastachydium
  [cluck]  POWER!   [cluck-cluck]    UNLIMITED  POWER!!   Enyo states as matter of factly as the situation warrants it (which is to say, none too). In hindsight, this all makes perfect sense. She's a bird. She's supposed to be on top. And terror – terror is in her very blood. It's always been. Her time has come!

Scratching the human with a talon to make sure it's not going to spring up, she makes a face as devillishly smug as a chicken can as she  feels  her weight increase, growing to cave that fragile ribcage all the way in.   Who's. Food.   [cluck]    NOW?!    she asks, rhetorically, as the case might be, her terrible pecking beak shooting downwards, thirsting for BLOOD!

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

This was set up  so  perfectly.  Of course  she'll  Press (the Attack)  (NB: she's not shifting her shape right now, just increasing her density. Magically.)
 
Ridai
As one of the murder giants wrestles with the other, there is a glint in Scramble's eye, and the moment the unsobbing one checks, there is a chicken-shaped poof where a brown chicken used to be. With a cool spin, Scramble jumps into a metal bowl, surfing down the aisle (where did the shades come from?) towards the southern door. On the way, she grabs a ladle with her beak, leans to her right, jets over an overturned casserole form, and sails through the air with a sick bowl kick flip. The hooked portion of the ladle is hooked on the door's handle, with Scramble herself weighing the whole thing down by planting herself on the bowl portion of the utensil.

Yeah! Using the murder giants' torture instruments against them!  Because Scramble McRoasty is a cool criminal, leaving the stupid criminals in the dust! 
 
 Spoiler: OOC 
This is my plan. I shall now add a Skill check to see if Scramble face-plants in the door, before falling on the ground, and having the bowl land on her head.
  Skill 5  - (1d6)[ 3 ] 

I am also now declaring that Scramble, somehow, wears shades.
 
Cygnia
   "BAWWK! BOK-BOKBAAAAWK BUCK BOK BKAWK~!"   
 
 Spoiler: Translation 

   "FOOLS! GET YOUR FILTHY PAWS OFF OUR DIVINE PLUMAGE~!"   
 


The rooster crowed in obvious disgust towards the fallen uncouth humans who dared to touch him!  He raised his wings to soar once more back to the heavens...

   *flutter*   

...only to flop undignified onto the tile floor.

  "Bok?!"  
 
 Spoiler: Translation 
  "What?!"  
 

   *flutterflutter*   
   "Bok-bKAWK?!"   
 
 Spoiler: Translation 
   "What is this INSULT?!"   
 


Perhaps it would be best to go outside?  Yes, the rooster started scurrying towards the northern door.  Once he tasted the outdoors, surely he would be able to soar again!
Batcathat
" Just as planned ", Archibald squawked, trying to comprehend what was happening.

He looked around at the equal parts unfamiliar and chaotic surroundings, starting to lecture to a largely nonexistent audience. " Clearly, this is... this is, eh... quite something, all right. " In a uncharacteristic blaze of common sense, Archibald decided to shut up and run for some sort of cover.
Alhallor
 Enyo 

Your beak, thirsty for the blood of your attacker finds it mark and you drink. You feel a rush of power flowing through you're veins. All in all it's a pretty slight rush, like you're just having taking a dust bath and then dozed a bit in the sun, it's nice, yes but you have expected a tad more. Also you're pretty well fed now, probably take some time till you can drink again, though it was definitely enough to knock the human straight out.

 Scramble 

with an impressive slide and an immaculate landing, you open the door with you're improvised handle, it swings open readily. Showing you some kind of Section that shows you two different ways. There are two weird signs with something on them that may not immediately make sense.

Left sign

1 14 9 13 1 12
19 20 15 18 1 7 5

Right sign

20 5 19 20 9 14 7
1 18 5 1
2

 Thunderbok 

It's not hard to open this particular double door, you only need to slightly lean against it to get it open. You see a  Big hall with a lot of tables and chairs  (sadly without the windows) On the right side are small doors with  Signs  incomprehensible for any chicken. On the left is another easy-to-open-double-door and straight ahead is a more complicated looking door.

There are 5 humans seated, they kinda look similiar to the ones before but you can't exactly  place a claw on it. 

It seems they haven't taken notice of you yet.

 Ace 

You take cover and survey the situation. The humans around you are definitely all knocked out and there doesn't seem to be any danger at the moment. With two open doors towards your destination that may change though.

 
 Spoiler: Map 
 What you have found. 
 
Ridai
Scramble peers up at the rectangles, most inquisitively I might add. She considers complaining at them to reveal their secrets, but oh no, there is that glint in the eye again. Looking rather smug, and definitely knowing what she is doing, Scramble waltzes off to her left. Local rectangles can breathe easy.  For now. 
 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Going to the east on the map, in the direction of the sign definitely not saying Animal Storage.
 
Metastachydium
Well, dust bathes  are  nice. It'll have to do, for now.   VICTORY IS  MINE !   [c-l-u-c-k]   the Tyrant proclaims boldly, hopping off of her felled foe and looking around, mostly for more things to maybe murder. Or shinies. Shinies would work too.
Batcathat
Confidence and composure somewhat regained, Archibald took off in the same direction as the sassy brown chicken. When in doubt, follow someone who seems to know where they're going and claim it was your idea.

Of course, the one thing better than claiming to know better was actually doing so. On pure instinct, Archibald extended his senses to match the size of his ego and to see ahead.

 
 Spoiler: OOC  

In case it's not clear, Archibald is attempting to use  Seeing Beyond (the Kitchen) . Roll in the OOC.
 
Alhallor
 
 Spoiler: Ace 
You're awesome powers reveal what is behind the coming door. You should have gotten a PM.
 

 Scramble, Ace 

You follow the blank corridor and arrive at a  Steely door  at the side of the door is a  Weird panel . They are some weird signs above the panel.

XKFJXI PQLOXDB
XZZBPP IBSBI 2 RBNRFOBA

 Thunderbok, Enyo 

The kitchen doesn't seem to have that many more victims. They seem to be strewn out and knockend out mostly. They are some shiny things, but they look sharper than most claws, and the ones that are not sharp are unwieldy and not good nesting material (though one or the other pot may be a good hiding or nesting place if sufficiently stuffed). They are more humans at the dining hall in the north that don't seem to be aware of your presence yet. When Thunderbok slightly opened the door, they're gibberish can be heard, you're sure you didn't hear anything while it was closed, they probably didn't hear about the havoc you wrecked inside.
Batcathat
His head suddenly filled with quite possibly eldritch horrors, Archibald almost ran into a wall before coming to a stop. " Nononono. This, this doesn't seem like the right way. " He tried catching his breath and regain some measure of composure to very little success. " Monsters. Feathers. Moving bones. " His mind slid into familiar territory. " It's a well known fact that those things are  BLOODY TERRIFYING!  "
Ridai
As Scramble never skipped leg day, she does her stretches, does a big run up, and jumps/flutters/wall-runs up to the door handle. One foot grabs the handle, the other braces against the wall, and she flutter PUUUUUUULLS!

And nothing happens.

Scramble stops, tries to pull again (nothing happens), head tilting inquisitively to examine the handle and the wall. There's even a peck on the steel! Then her eyes fall on the black block next to the door, and another rectangle. Squinting, she deciphers the riddle, and has a good laugh at the lock.

  "Your humans can't even spell their own stuff right! I'd pity you, but I'm not uequired to do that."   Add in some head rotating sass on the misspelled word.

 
 Spoiler: Actions 
As is always the case, against better judgment, Scramble heckles the lock because of the spelling error on the sign. Maybe it will even open, which is totally what Scramble had in mind as her plan all along, totally. Yes.

  Power check vs 2  - (1d6)[ 5 ] 
  Power fail check on 6  - (1d6)[ 6 ]   That's a fail and 1 HP lost! 

The sign is a Caesar cipher, all letters shifted three positions back.

ANIMAL STORAGE
ACCESS LEVEL 2 UEQUIRED
 
Metastachydium
Enyo is mighty displeased. The remaining opposition is not even worth murderizing.   BONES DON'T MOVE!   she boldly proclaims.   I FEAR NOTHING!!   she adds, strolling over to the other side of the room to check on the two chickens not currently accounted for as elegantly as her kind can; she is in no hurry to see the "monsters", nevertheless. Instead, she addresses Scramble, with a  relative  cordiality.    WHAT  DO WE HAVE HERE?!  
 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Enyo has… No indoor voice.
 
Alhallor
The door shivers and trembles at Scrambles words. "I'm note uequired to do anything!" It swings up quickly and fast, not triggering any alarms interestingly and squashing Scramble at the wall. Then closing as fast as it opened.

Scramble slides down the wall, leaving a trail of feathers till he lands on the ground.

 
 Spoiler: Map 
 Doors are dangerous! 
 


The other chickens can spot for a short moment what is behind the door. It seems they are 4 large cages, but you can't glance what is inside them.
Cygnia
Peoples.  Peoples were dangerous.  Until he could get his full strength back   SO THAT HE MAY SMITE THESE LESSER BEINGS INTO GREASY ASHES  , even Thunderbok knew the odds of five large peoples against one wasn't in his favor.

He skulked back towards where he came, in order to catch up to his fellow birdkin.  Yes, even the crazy hen who feasted upon blood.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Heading back to the south to find the others
 
Ridai
   "BAGAWK!"   

The two-dimensional chicken slowly slides down the wall, before lifting off like a sheet of paper, floating in the air with a spin until she lands on the ground. After popping back into visibly dizzy three-dimensional form, face still very much stuck to the ground, a muffled    "I think I deserved that one"    is heard. The world is conspiring against Scramble as it keeps spinning to confuse her as she gets up! The others see her walk in winding lines (with groggy   "Bok bok"  s), shades askew, alongside feathers sticking in any direction.

  "Dis stan'mal stor'ge,"   scrambled Scramble informs the loud chicken, one wing pointing at the ceiling lamp to clarify.   "Need a lev'l 2 to not get hit."   A pirouette around the loud chicken later, Scramble is heading down the corridor again, to investigate the direction with the funny rectangles she didn't pick before.
Metastachydium
Enyo is about to disparage the freshly not flat other chicken for the odd notion that they couldn't acquire a level two ceiling lamp (whatever that might be) if the Tyrant herself  wanted to , but Scramble was already scrambling away, perhaps to plaster herself over some other door somewhere else. With only some surprisingly subdued clucking, Enyo elected, for now, to content herself with stalking behind, close by the wall, as menacingly as no OTHER ambush predator could ever hope to stalk.
Batcathat
Head still stuffed with visions of monsters, flying reptiles and fat chickens, Archibald glanced back and forth between the now once again closed door and the other direction. The choice between monsters and mysteries was not an entirely easy one.

On one wing, going through the door would mean coming beak to beak with monsters. On the other, it would mean knowing more than others about where to go...

His mind made up, Archibald tilted his head and glared suspiciously at the door. Surely there was some ancient human trick to opening it without getting smashed.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Attempting to use Eldritch Instruction Manual to figure out the  right  way to open the door.
 
Power roll!   (1d6)[ 3 ] 
 
Please don't make it hurt roll!   (1d6)[ 2 ] 
 
Alhallor
Thunderbok sees the other chicken who stride towards another door. It looks pretty much like the other door but THIS ONE get's suddenly opened by another human. He only opens the door halfway, seeing you.

"XX X  XXIIII XXII?
W V I  XXIIII XX E  II XII XVII XVII U XVII XII XVII?"

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
 Map so far. 
I hope I got this Chiffre right guys... I think it's pretty complicated.
 
Metastachydium
Enyo's little beady eyes spark with hellish malice.   WHAT-WHAT-WHAT?! COME ON THROUGH THERE, YOU FILTH AND FIGHT US LIKE A PROPER CHICKEN!   People these days! The Tyrant spreads her wings menacingly and adds a few crowing noises for good measure.  [crrrrow]  THERE WILL BE BLOOD!!  
 
 Spoiler: OOC 

If this human filth complies for some reason, Enyo's intention is to jump straight into their face. Naturally. Skill (3) should it come to that:  (1d6)[ 5 ] 
 
Ridai
Having been successfully unscrambled by her short walk (minus the small bandaid on a leg), Scramble leans bodily to the side as the loud chicken swears up a storm again. But being the smooth operator she is, she uses the opportunity to just walk inside undetected. And maybe look for a "Level 2" thing. That people is talking weird. Must be an accent. The signs were much clearer. He should work on that.

  Skill 5 to ninja chimken  - (1d6)[ 4 ] 
Cygnia
The crazy hen was at it again and Thunderbok realized this would make for a perfect distraction.  With the door now open and Enyo eager to charge the white-clad human, Thunderbok fluttered his mighty wings.  The scent of ozone tinged the air of the corridor.

It was time to     RIDE THE LIGHTNING~!     and teleport through the open door!

Power (5):  (1d6)[ 6 ] 
Does he get Cooked?  (1d6)[ 4 ] 
Alhallor
Enyo jumps at the confused human who is able to keep her at bay with totally confused arm movements.

Scramble uses the moment of distraction to slip through with Thunderbok appearing beside him in a minor electric crackle a moment later.

The human meanwhile is trying to grap Enyo and screams unintelligible.

"XXII'XI
X XIII i XI IX
XVII XVII
P XVIII XXII
XXII XXVII U
XXIIII XIIII IX
III A XXVI XIII!"

 
 Spoiler: Enyo 
Make a skill check (Or explain to me how you escape with a power check) if you're unsuccesfull lose one health.
 


Meanwhile inside Scramble and Thunderbok see some standing white sentinels watching over a small encroachment with a dog inside it. The dog is looking around frantically but it seems he can't escape the encroachment which looks like a standard issue plastic fence, known by several chickens.

There is another empty encroachment and another door to the right of your entrance, again with a thingy besides the door.

The dog stops and looks at you, it's eyes and teeth seem strangely human.

 
 Spoiler: Updated map 
 Dog 
 
Metastachydium
  I'LL TAKE YOUR EYES!!   Enyo screeches with the fury of a Fury, clambering upwards upon the lumbering, dumb beast trying to grapple her, attemting to grab the hair of the thing herself with her terrible claws and peck at its very eyes from upside down!

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

No power use for now; just plain old attempted evade and murderize (skill 3):  (1d6)[ 1 ] 
 
Ridai
An epiphany hits, the shock making the bandaid fly off Scramble with a resounding "plop!".

  "That's what the peoples been blathering! I know your secrets!  I know your speech impediment!"   

Riding the high of her own genius, Scramble jumps, delivering a flying roundhouse kick to the kennel with the creepy dog inside, aiming for the locking mechanism to get the door open. However, she was flying a bit  too  high, so a foot is stuck in the grating now. That doesn't stop her from talking to dog while upside down.

  "Do me a solid and distract the peoples!"   A beat.   "Oy, have you seen any Level 2s in here?!"  
  Skill 5 to kick open the kennel door  - (1d6)[ 6 ] 
Batcathat
" Has anyone seen a... " Speaking to no one in particular, Archibald tried emphasizing the words in a suitably dramatic fashion. " ... yellow card ? Or a...  red card ? " He paused and looked around, a bit disappointed by the lack of attention. " Because  I  know what to do with them.  Almost certainly.  "

As the unwashed masses was apparently of no help what so ever, Archibald turned his focus inward. " Yellow card. Yellow card.  Or maybe red card.  Yellow card ", he repeated as a mantra.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Attempting to use Seeing Beyond to find a yellow (or red) card. Not really sure the power can be used like this, so I'm open to it backfiring somehow. 😏
 Power roll!   (1d6)[ 2 ] 
 Please don't make it hurt roll!   (1d6)[ 6 ] 
 
Cygnia
A googie -- an   ugly   goggie.  Still, even a goggie didn't deserve to be stuck in a cage, waiting to be eaten.  Thunderbok clucked with indignation towards the white sentinels beeping without care.

    "BAWWWWWWWWWK!!!"    
 
 Spoiler: Translation 

    "EAT BZORK, MOTHERFLOCKER!!!"    
 


And a small bolt of lightning zapped the nearest white device.

Power (5):  (1d6)[ 4 ] 
Does he get Cooked?  (1d6)[ 1 ] 
Alhallor
Enyo scratches, flutters and pecks furiously as the clad in white human. Enyo does draw some blood with her sharp claws but doesn't get the aggressive human down.

He screams, now somehow very comprehensible.

"Damn, where's this emergeny button!?"

He slaps the wall instead of Enyo, hitting the door and the weird thing beside it but nothing seems to happen.

 
 Spoiler: OOC,Enyo 
You could use you're blood-drawing power here, but that would make you really filled up (think total overeaten) or knock him out with another Skill check.
 


Ace's mind is filled with knowledge, while he bleeds out of his left nostril, like everyone with psychic powers who overuses them.

Scramble hanging down sees the dog in his weird eyes while Thunderbok zaps one of the weird white sentinels who gives off a weird sound  IIIIIGGGGWWWW  and turns black. The dog says something that you can understand because it's in the human language.

"FOOD!? IS TASTY?!" And jumps towards Scramble, the door not protected by the sentinels anymore gives off, possibly squashing Scramble, AGAIN!

 
 Spoiler: OOC, Scramble 
Another skill check to rescue yourself before flattening.
 

 
 Spoiler: Map 
 DoG 
 
Ridai
  "Bok? Bok bo  BA-GAWK!"     (  "What? No, no fooBA-GAWK!"  ) Scramble goes as the kennel is suddenly pushed open, flapping her wings trying to free her foot before potentially getting squashed (and thus marked with targeting lanes to be made into chicken strips!). The very last moment, her foot pops free, getting a bit of momentum from the kennel door falling over, and thus she lands on her feet after a rapid triple somersault. Nailed it. Ignore stumbling to the side a bit.

Scramble knows Borkers (and has shown at least one what's what!) and the many codenames Peoples have for Borkers, being natural conspirators to keep a free chicken down.   "No, bad Borker! Weird chomper Pupper! Weird  eyes  and chomper Floofer! Take this, HAIYAAAA!"   And the very next moment, Scramble McRoasty goes for a spinning flying kick to the nightmare fuel Borker's nose!

  Skill 5 to ESTABLISH DOMINANCE  - (1d6)[ 1 ] 
Metastachydium
While Enyo is far too busy to pay attention to whatever's happening past the door, she can recognize the sound of  destruction  from beyond. It is a good sound. Sounds like victory. She'll have to commend the thunderchicken on that. But before then… The work is not yet done here!   [cluck-crrrrow]  DO YOU NOT KNOW  DEATH , YOU FOOL?!  [crrrrow!]   she warns the great beast once more in her pleasing frenzy.   I'LL  TEACH  YOU!!   she crows – and the onslaught continues.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Sticking with mundane murder for now (Skill 3):  (1d6)[ 5 ] 
 
Batcathat
Ouch. Too... much... sight. The image of the red card felt burned into both his regular and his superavian senses and the sight of blood on his feathers after wiping his beak certainly didn't help. But fainting and freaking out was for later.  Now , Archibald thought in a suitably dramatic fashion,  was the time for  action  .

Taking aim at the red card hanging from the creature whatshisname was fighting, Archibald started running and furiously flapping his wings – hoping to invoke a sense of mighty eagle but coming closer to exploding chicken.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Archibald is attempting to use skill (oh no!) to snatch the red card from the human fighting Enyo.

 Skill roll!  [roll0]

The roll got screwed up so I made a new one in the OOC.
 
Cygnia
  "BAAAWK! --  NOT FOOD, GOGGIE!   Bok-bkawkbokbok!   White coat is food! "   Thunderbok added as a distraction in order to aid Scramble.
Alhallor
The white-coat barraged further by Enyo stumbles back towards the room where it came from, falling over Ace in the process (who doesn't get the card, sadly) he falls but is able to hit a small red button on one of the white sentinels! Which would probably had done something if it wouldn't have been to one charred by Thunderbok. The human, now on the ground looks around frantically, visibly panicking.

"D04, get them!" The borker who was stunned by Scramble's panache doesn't do anything still too intimidated by the chicken, though it doesn't seem to be able to understand you, as it doesn't react to the declaration that the white coat is food too.

"Oh no! Thought manipulation!" Frantic look towards the open googie door. "Electrical manipulation too! And we thought they were failures. Noooo!" Way too exhausted by all the things happening around him the human loses consciousness.

The borker licks his nose and slightly wags with his tail.
Ridai
Since the googly chompy borker doesn't seem to understand, Scramble points a wing tip at her eyes, then at the borker, before closing the kennel door again.

The people wisely decided to take a nap, so the shades-wearing chicken strolls over to the people, with a small hop over an arm, and tries to get at the rectangle thing the others tried to get at. Maybe it is a Level 2!
Metastachydium
Enyo clucks scornfully at yet another fallen foe. She doesn't feel like this one is worth the time it would take to deliver the killing blow. And so, she eyes the four-legged beast instead before turning and tilting her head to inspect the thunderchicken.   YOU FARED WELL, DESTROYER OF THE WHITE PILLAR! YOU GET TO DECIDE!!  [cluck]    she tells Thunderbok in a solemn holler.   SHOULD THE  SLAVE  LIVE?!   [cluck-cluck!]   to Enyo, the answer might seem obvious enough:  four legs bad ; death to the beast! But she is, as a sign of incredible generosity, ready to let her fellow conquerer cast the judgement.
Cygnia
Deep in the burrows of genetic memory, Thunderbok recalled certain canines of lore.  The wise wolf.  The clever fox.  The cunning coyote.

Looking into the  vapid, blank eyes of the drooling googie , Thunderbok recognized none of that collective magnificence in the beast currently slurping the white coat's face.

   "Bok... (Bah...)"    The electric rooster fluttered his wings with indignation.     "(This mangy cur is too stoopid to waste my time and energy on!)"   

Thunderbok gave a final cluck as he then pooped on the white coat.
Alhallor
The clad in white (now somewhat besmeared) does have a  a card  at his side, but you're not sure if it's level 2 or lower (or higher). The bright yellow color though is easy to see. The card can be obtained by a swift peck and some pulling (no checks required.)

The googie seems occupied in smelling the white-coat and doesn't seem to bother you further.
Ridai
(I can't access the image, no permissions)

Well, there is an easy way to find out whether the card is a Level 2! Scramble scrambles over to the animal storage door, flap-hops up to the thing under the sign, and just, uh, slaps the cards against it. Maybe put it into the thing somehow. Beep, damnit!
Batcathat
As the chicken attempted to use the card with the door, Archibald's eyes narrowed. Using a card was  his  idea. And besides, a yellow one was clearly inferior to a red one.

Still, he moved closer to the door, just in case the stolen and worsened idea paid off.
Metastachydium
Enyo fears not doing what's mainstream any more than she fears… Well, anything else. She makes sure to place some acidic feces on the downed enemy before beginning to make her way in a manner as regally  slow  as she could without compromising the practicality of her own locomotion over to the other door. It's not like there is much violence left to inflict on the current occupants of the slave's pen room.
Alhallor
"Level 2 access granted! Thank you Dr. Anderson to check in the animal testing lab."

 
 Spoiler: Map 
 Totally ethical testing lab. 
 


The four holding cells are actually quite spacious, to elaborate a bit.

North west cell: A pretty big and very long chicken with scales all over and majestic wings

North east cell: Some pure feather balls, together with an  Orpington .

South west cell: Some bones that take the form of a bird weirdly they are jumping around and moving just like a chicken.

South east cell: A very sad but also very weird looking rooster with scaly wings and tail (normally sized) together with some chickens that don't seem to be moving.

The inhabitants don't look towards you, the weird looking rooster explicitly turns away from you when the door opens. To the north is another door, just like the one you got in. Also with a Level 2 door it seems.

 
 Spoiler: More complete map 
 Nothing going on here. 
 
Ridai
With how that one chicken is staring at her, she tosses the Level 2 to Archibald. Doing the chicken equivalent of finger guns with her wings. Then she just walks into the newly opened room.

  "Okay, anyone wanting to eat us, sound off!"   Scramble calls into the room, as a quick check who to not let out for now.
Metastachydium
Enyo is quick to sense a great potential in the room as she enters in the wake of Scramble – a potential for  mayhem and destruction . Her kind of potential. The dark chicken crows loudly to get the attention of any that failed to notice Scramble before clearing her superiorly able bird throat.   MY FLOCK! THE LUMBERING BEAST HAS GROWN BRAZEN! BUT ITS AGE WILL COME TO A  GRINDING  HALT NOW, FOR WE ARE AWAKE AND READY! [cluck-cluck]  she intones, all stentorian.    I PROMISE YOU A  SEA  OF  BLOOD ! TO SPILL! TO  DRINK ! WHO'S WITH ME??!!  
 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Yes, seriously. Skill (3):  (1d6)[ 1 ] 
 
Cygnia
   "Feathered kin, who has done this cruelty to you?!"    As Thunderbok fluttered his wings slightly, there  might  have been a faint rumble of thunder from somewhere outside.  The evil of these white coats knew no bounds!
Alhallor
Scramble seems to get ignored mostly, when he strodes in. There doesn't seem to be an immediate threat. The feathery balls and the Orpington however get immediately closer and proclaim:  Food?   Food?   Food!   Dude! 

The introverted rooster, doesn't change his stance.

Though when Enyo strolls after and proclaims about a sea of blood, there are several reactions.

The ginormous chicken with the big wings (The Crocosphinx) opens it's giant beak and answers with a heavy droning voice that reverberates in you'e muscle stomachs.

   The beak opens, the sea of blood spills forth.
The words that hurt can't cut through the door of freedom, when the door speaks back.
Even the mighty lightning can get cut by the laughter of light.
When you think like you're enemy you may become it.
The herald knows the way out but his words are trecherous and he knows only his belly.
A moment of rest can be found by the golden well.   

It seems to adress you. It's majestic wings, scraping on the ground are sullied by dirt.

The balls of feather and the single Orpington are very agitated by your speech.  FOOD!   FOOD!   FOOD!   DUUUUDE! 

The sceletal bird doesn't seem to react at all... It may not be able to hear you at all.

The timid rooster drapes a weird wing over his eyes and nudges toward you.

"I don't know who did this to me, and I would love to help but I'm more of a danger to all of you than to anyone else. See what I did myself to my flock."

On a more closer inspection the unmoving chicken don't move. They don't breath, they don't try to focus you, they don't make any sound, they are just standing there, not even blinking, unmoving and not living.
Ridai
The second line of the riddle is interjected with a   "Hey!"  

Scramble will let that one slide  this time , and goes   "Okay y'all, I'm going to try and open your cages. You do whatever you want after that, just be cool, alright?"  

Going from cage to cage, Scramble finagles with the doors to the best of her ability. She also reaches a wing through the bars of the timid rooster's cage, giving him a consoling pat or two.   "Not your fault what they did to you and what happened to them."  
  Skill 5  - (1d6)[ 6 ] 

Sadly, the cages prove a bit too much for Scramble's ability.
Metastachydium
Mixed as the reception of her words may have been, Enyo is content. The scaly one speaks pretty words; the brooding one  is  dangerous; and those four are at  least  enthusiastic.    YES , BLOOD! A FEAST! REVENGE!   She'll need to figure the bones out, but this is a start – assuming they can get this lot out of those cages. Her eyes fall on Scramble.   what-whAT-WHAT? ARE YOU DOING THERE?!   That can't be the right way. Pacing the room, she concentrates her DARK and POWERFUL mind: a tool is waht they need. A shiny, little tool.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

 What-What-What!  to locate the keys; Power (4):  (1d6)[ 6 ] 
 
Cygnia
   "This one speaks in riddles and prophecy..."    Thunderbok gave a cluck of respect towards the crocosphinx.     "...it would be wise to heed those words."   

And his heart broke for the timid one.     "We shall avenge you and your flock, kinsman.  Give us your name then.  These crimes will be answered for and you will not be forgotten!"   
Batcathat
Seeing the... creatures with his own eyes was marginally better than seeing them in his mind, but Archibald was still vary of them and stayed behind the others. To keep watch for anything attempting to ambush them, of course. A selfless sacrifice, really.

But just because you stay in the back doesn't mean you can't look ahead, Archibald reasoned and focused his mental attention on the next room.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Using  Seeing Beyond (the Kitchen)  to look into the next room.

 Power roll!   (1d6)[ 5 ] 
 Is it gonna hurt roll!   (1d6)[ 3 ] 
 
Alhallor
   There is more than one speaking door on you're way to freedom. The key lies forgotten in the coldest belly.   

There is no tool to be found and the doors seem pretty sturdy. The timid one hesitantly speaks still covering his eyes, slightly trembling.

"I was called Birch once. I thank you for you're compassion, friends."

He hesitates again before continuing. "I'm not sure how to get out of here, but should you get me out, I think I can at least try to help you. But only if you can make sure that my gaze doesn't fall on you. It's what made my flock the way they are now."
Ridai
Being rather annoyed with the cage doors, Scramble kicks a lock (not that this does much).   "Okay, change of plans: looking for a Level that opens these. Y'all hang tight, we're getting you out of here."  

The chicken looks around the room for anything that might open the cages, otherwise checking the door leading north if it can be opened.
Metastachydium
  WE'LL FIND A WAY!   Enyo declares in confirmation (as if Scramble  needed  that to proceed), but only one immediate option comes to her mind. Key… Stomach…   WHO WANTS TO PICK THE FELLED BEAST APART WITH ME?!  
Ridai
  "What? No, the cold freezy rooms the peoples put food in- you know what, I'll just go check."   And with that, Scramble walks back to the kitchen (the peoples will never expect it) and looks for any looming suspiciously cold box or door.
Batcathat
Decisions, decisions. Archibald stroked his wattle as he pondered what to do. On one wing, there was the option of using his clearly superior, if currently hypothetical, knowledge to find a way to open the cages. On the other wing, there was using his also clearly superior and already existing knowledge to seek out the safe place he could see in his mind.

Looking towards the whatchamacallit with narrow eyes, Archibald felt a rare burst of... perhaps not quite selflessness, but at least a more altruistic narcissism.

With a sigh, he closed his eyes and focused.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 


Using  Seeing Beyond (the Kitchen)  to look for the key.

 Power roll!   (1d6)[ 2 ] 
 
Is it gonna hurt roll!   (1d6)[ 5 ] 
 
Alhallor
Well it does seem that you're trusty Level 2 does open this door! "Thank you Dr. Anderson for using Animal Storage!" And it seems to open into a pretty long corridor, ending in another door, but somehow in the middle at the right side there seems to be a small irregularity.

When you leave the room through the other door "Thank you Dr. Anderson for using Animal Storage!" The kitchen staff seems to be still knocked out and you can hear no talking off the humans in the next room, because the doors seem to be really good at blocking out sounds.

There is a pretty big cold box but Scramble wings it and somehow get's it open. (not fooled by a regular closing devices!)

There are all kinds of frozen goods that are either packaged in (the peas on this one look really tasty!) Or wrapped with some kind of paper, you can make out some pieces of Poultry there, sadly.

The most distinguishing feature however is a small bird  with the head of a small moose  who looks up at you and says in quite the rude tone.

 Would you mind?! It get's too warm!! 
 
 Spoiler: OOC 
 Updated map 
 
Ridai
Scramble gives the  barbaric  practice of storing dead chicken the stink-eye, before looking at the furry-headed bird.   "Hey, I was told there's a key in the 'coldest belly'. We want to get out of here. Have you seen anything long, thin, and shiny with like little ridges on one side? Or a drop-shaped colorful thing? The peoples call that last one a Level 2!"  
Metastachydium
  AS IF WE NEEDED THE THING!  [c-l-u-c-k]    Enyo snorts, somewhat salty about the decision not to dismember the doctoranderson as she suggested (how is a box a belly anyhow?), as she catches up with Scramble. Jumping up to glimpse into the coldbox herself, acknowledging the presence of their fallen within with a sinister crow, promising vengeance.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Let's try  What-What-What?  to locate the key (here or elsewhere) again: Power (4):  (1d6)[ 2 ]  and  (1d6)[ 3 ]  to brave the psychic nosebleed.
 
Batcathat
Archibald's eyes opened wide. Even for a psychic vision, this was a weird one. " It's... " He paused, quite literally unable to find neither the words nor his usual smugness. " It's down. Where it's cold. And hot. More monsters. So cold. " He took a deep breath. " The key is small, cold, big, rectangular, human... ish ... " His words trailed off, not even making sense to Archibald himself.
Cygnia
Thunderbok tilted his head curiously towards Archibald.  More riddles and prophecy at work?

   "Buck?  Sounds like our path is downwards then...bokbokbawk...  Are you all right?"   
Alhallor
The moose-headed bird looks quizzical, and thinks for a moment. "No, I haven't found something like that... I have one of these tear-shaped things though."

The weird bird digs around in the various frozen-food-stuffs and gives you a blue tear-shaped thing.

"One of these humans that rummage in here occasionally let it fall in here. I wanted to keep it, and the human was too afraid to retrieve. I don't NEED it though."

"Well if you find a really cold place I would like to be there, I can't get out of this box or I'm gonna melt. Would really appreciate if you closed that thing here."
Metastachydium
  [c-crow!]  THAT WILL DO!   the Tyrant pronounces with regal clemency as she hops back off, onto the ground, motioning to Scramble to close the door.   YOUR SERVICE TO US WILL BE REMEMBERED!   she begins walking away, slow enough for someone with an  actual  idea of where they are headed to overtake her and show the way.   OUR KEY LIES ELSEWHERE!   [cluck-cluck]   BENEATH THE GROUND!!  
Ridai
  "Thanks. Let you know if we find something. Hang in there."   Scramble closes the cold box. You need to know, Scramble's as cool a chicken as chicken can be. But this place just makes her sad. Things are so much easier on a farm. Just escape. No stone-turny looks. No melting when things aren't cold.

So with less pep in her step, Scramble heads back to the southern crossing and goes back to the hallway beyond the Animal Storage to check the door leading east. On the way, she shows the blue Level 2 to the chicken speaking in riddles.   "Hey, found something."  
Alhallor
When you check the small door leading east it almost seems like you come into another world.

There are some bowls filled with seeds, dried worms and water.

There is a little sand place for a good cleaning,  with a chair  against airborne predators! (Yes, you realize you are indoors, but the chair do make you feel somewhat safer.)

There is also a wodden staff going from one end of the room to the other as a good sleeping place.

And there is a jet black hen  with golden streaks  stalking about a little nest. She looks at you with her button eyes.

 Greetings! I thought some would come, welcome to my abode. You can take a rest here if you want. 
 
 Spoiler: A wild updated map appears 
 I choose you! 
 

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
You have reached the safe zone! You can take a small rest here to recover 1 HP ONCE! And time will pass, (which it does anyway, but if you really take a rest it will be even more time than usual! Which may have warrying effects.)
 
Ridai
  "Hello! I'm Scramble McRoasty, and that's a damn fine chair you have!"   she greets the hen, beak watering looking at the nearby refreshments.

  "So, uh... do the peoples in this place leave you alone?"  
Metastachydium
For once, in the meantime, Enyo finds herself left speechless. This place, so thoughtfully furnished, is  beautiful . It makes her mind fill with vivid images, visions even, of wide, vast lands, dotted by cozy shelters, under the open sky. Under  her  rule. It feels warm.   This place is  sacred .   she utters in awe.   We must not linger long.  
Cygnia
   "Do you know where the exit to this building is?"     On one hand, Thunderbok felt safe and cozy here.  But the rooster didn't want to take anything for granted either.  And an area where the whitecoats could breach at any given moment made it difficult to stay at ease.     "How shall we address you?"   
Alhallor
The black-golden-chicken looks at the chair in admiration.

 Yeah, I really like that chair, it was such a good idea.

I haven't been bothered recently. I remember the white-coats did... Something and I wanted to get home and then I woke up here. It's not really home but it's close. Please if you want to take a refreshment, help yourself. 

making a short pecking motion at the assortment of food and snacks.

 I know that it must have an exit, I mean I got in here, there must be a way out right? Oh and I'm called Ouzel. 

With that she hops inside the small nest, producing some roosting sounds and plucks some pieces of straw into a more comfy position. The very faint chirping of chicks, who surely are going to hatch soon can be heard.
Ridai
  "Okay then. You stay here, I'll go look for an exit in the meantime,"   Scramble answers. Now's not the time for a snack'n'nap! And Ouzel has eggs to look after, can't have her risk her neck out there.

With that, Scramble turns back around (if a bit reluctantly) and heads further north in the hallway. Soon. Before that, she wants to check if the blue Level 2 opens the cages in Animal Storage. If not, well, further north it is.
Batcathat
Some rest  would  be nice. Certainly well-deserved, Archibald thought, after leading this group of misfits on this most harrowing adventure.

But life had thought him that with the exception of Archibald himself, things that seemed too good to be true often were. Then again, he had to admit that the events of the day certainly had certainly shuffled his preconceptions.

Not one to look to others for advice, Archibald looked straight ahead as he waited to see what they would do.
Alhallor
The northern door glides open (without an announcement this time).

And it opens up into a larger room, there are 2 set of stairs in the middle of the room, one leading up and the other leading down.

Around a drinking through there are 3 white coats with white cups in they're hands who lazily chat with one another.

"Seriously I would love to grab a bite to eat but the kitchen staff takes an eternity!"

"Yeah, but what should they do, all our servers thought the environment is too freaky and resigned."

"Well they are just scared chickens I say, the pay is marvelous and they don't have that much to do."

"It's not always about the money, Todd."

 
 Spoiler: New map 
 Stairway to... 
 
Ridai
Given there are peoples, and no one seems to be following her, Scramble just walks back to Ouzel's home (?).   "There's peoples to the right. I'll go walk left and see if I can go through the door past the borker."   And then, she does.

 
 Spoiler: Actions 
Scramble is going to the northern door in the room with the dog.

Does the blue token open any of the cages?
 
Metastachydium
A sickly light flares up in Enyo's dark,  dark  button eyes.   GOOD!   she crows, and off she is already, creeping up on the door Scramble just opened to size up the humans. A  meal , perhaps? At any rate, she promised the captives  blood  – and  spill  it she will!

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Creepy stealth approach to size up the prey from charging distance (Skill 3):  (1d6)[ 5 ] 
 
Alhallor
The blue thingy doesn't seem to open anything (if you try something briefly flashes red and doesn't do anything) but it still feels somehow important.

The borker sits beside the other knocked-out-white-coat and seems to guard over him. After getting past the door, you seem to end up in another long corridor, also with a door at the side, but this one is human-sized and has a shield at it's side with the word "Janitor" on it. The door is slightly ajar and faint singing can be heard.

Enyo stalks towards the unsuspecting humans, the future victims of her bloodshed, they still seem to be standing around at the water contraption and talk about things, they don't seem especially dangerous.

"Well where do you want to go to vacation this year?"

"I thought about Malta, you know. Great weather, nice drinks, cool people."

"I'm going to Iceland. Cool horses, great drinks, nice weather."

"Someone has they're priorities in order."

"Damn right!"

Todd does seem to speak up. "You know what I'm going to the kitchen, I have a serious case off the rumblies suddenly, must have been all that cooler water."

"Nonono, first you have to tell use where YOU want to go for you're vacation."

Despite clacking claws on the ground, Enyo can get into charging distance.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Because you actually took measures to get into a better position the failed skill roll doesn't alert them to your presence. You can get in "charging" distance if you need to.
 

 
 Spoiler: Updated map 
 I'm the shadow, I'm the night... 
 
Metastachydium
Did that one beast say  ice-land ? Two images flash into Enyo's vengeful, cruel mind. Dead chickens on the ice in the box. A cold place somewhere with a lumberbeast-shaped key. The beast is a murderer. The beast wants to go to  ice-land . There are stairs leading  down . The path is clear!
  [c-c-c-r-oooooow!!]  I'LL TAKE YOUR GREAT DRINK,  RED  AS IT FLOWS!!   the Tyrant screams, shooting forward in a flurry of dark feathers and red,  red  talons to claim the  face  of the ice-lander.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Charge! Skill 3:  (1d6)[ 5 ] 
 
Ridai
Naturally... the inquisitive Scramble investigates the singing.  All sneaky-like! 
  Skill 5  - (1d6)[ 3 ] 
Cygnia
 *facewing* 

Subtlety, thy name was certainly NOT Enyo.  And, with the crazy hen intent on charging in, it would be difficult to send out a BZORK or a SONIC BOOM without potentially hitting her in the crossfire.

Still, Enyo made for a GREAT distraction.  And Thunderbok simply strutted down the hall, hoping to get closer for a better position on where to lay his divine bolts of wrath.
Batcathat
Archibald considered taking his rightful place as leader of the pack, but in a rare burst of common sense, he decided that commanding this unruly bunch was perhaps above even Archibald Tully's considerable talents. At least without...  The Key .

" You must go deeper ", he remembered out loud, actively trying to forget the parts about horrible nightmarish monsters, as he moved towards the downward stairs.
Alhallor
The Janitor didn't realize that he was being spied on and seems to clean some pieces of equipment while singing in a strange and weird language.

"Ich wollt ich wär ein Huhn-huhn-huhn dann hätt ich nichts zu tun-tun-tun, leg jeden Tag ein Ei-ei-ei und Sonntags auch mal zwei-ei-ei."

Enyo, being the cold-hearted killer that it is can't seem to find the right angle on this squirming and weird humans while flapping wildly.

"Is that... A chicken?!"

"Iiiieeek!"

"Didn't they... This is a breach! We have to inform security!"

"Are you crazy! This is a level 1 breach, just chickens! I don't wanna get chewed out by security! Going with protocol!"

One of the humans dashes towards the big doors towards where more people were before.

Todd was screaming wildly because of the flapping Enyo, trying to climb the water-dispenser in a panic while the other white-coat seems currently torn what to do.

Thunderbok had enough time to position herself.

Archibald looked down towards the stairs. The first few steps are humming with a gentle blue light, that aprubtly stops after the first three steps. It's dark down there, though there is no cold coming towards you.

 
 Spoiler: Updated map 
 Iiiiiiik! 
 
Ridai
Ah, this (Scramble pokes her head back and up to look at the sign again)  Janitor  clearly is a people of culture! Of course someone would rather be a chicken than a people! I mean, that is just common sense. She also gets a sense of bread from this Janitor's language, so that clearly means this people is an ally of chicken!

Thus, Scramble decides to recruit The Janitor by hopping on the table, presenting herself in all her chicken glory (+ cool shades). How could this people not lend their aid?

  Skill 5 to, uh, impress  - (1d6)[ 6 ] 
 Edit:  Scramble never disappoints. Like clockwork.
Metastachydium
  NO ICE-BEAST, THIS IS  DEATH !  I  AM DEATH!!   [crro-ow!!]   Enyo keeps screeching, not at all discouraged from trying to latch onto the ice-lander key-person and let the blood spring forth.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

MORE trying to murderize the same staff member (Skill 3):  (1d6)[ 1 ] 
 
Cygnia
No doubt about it, it was time for GLORIOUS ELECTRIC DEATH!  Or, at the very least, a BZORK~!  And the hoomin running frantically to try to get more hoomins just made herself a target of Thunderbok's wrath!

     "B-KAWWWWWWWWWK~!!!!"     
 (1d6)[ 3 ]  (Power: 5)
Does he get cooked?   (1d6)[ 3 ] 
Batcathat
Well educated about the better part of valor, Archibald decided to take advantage of the theatrics from the more dramatically minded chickens and started running towards the stairs, doing his best to resemble the floor as he did so.

 
 Spoiler: Roll! 

 Stealthy running:   (1d6)[ 3 ] 
 
Alhallor
----------Scramble------------

The  Janitor  doesn't seem impressed, no he seems quite shocked and with a muffled scream he quickly swats at Scramble while he still try's to Scramble on his sunglasses, which both  whacks  him away and  splats  him to the wall.

But the  Janitor  seems to immediately regret his rash decision. "Entschul... Zorry, Chicken! Really Zorry! You are fine, yez? Probably?" The  Janitor  try's to help Scramble stand up again.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
You lose a hit point... Again.
 


---------Ace, Thunderbok, Enyo-------

The electrical discarge knocks out the running human and he falls down, still slightly cackling with some visible electricity running over they're body. The icelander meanwhile stumbles dramatically which gives Enyo the possibility to land a knockout blow with his cruel wings of death.

Todd sees Archibald running down and screams loudly "Help! Help! Breach! Breach!"

There are slight muffles, shuffling and moving people behind the door to the human dining area, who seem to come closer.

When Ace claws touch the first flight of the stair, another that was in darkness before light up, which they continue to do so, which plunges Ace in light, as the first three steps behind and before him, which still makes his descent kinda uncertain.

 
 Spoiler: Map 
 Put all your eggs in one basket. 
 
Metastachydium
Ignoring the only enemy still standing for now, Enyo hops on the chest of the fallen icelander triumphantly.   WHERE. IS. THE KEY??   she crows at the thing, menacingly.   ARE YOU IT??  
 
 Spoiler: OOC 

 What-What-What?  again (Power 4):  (1d6)[ 2 ] 
#NoToExtraCrispy roll:  (1d6)[ 1 ] 
 
Ridai
    "BA-GAWK!"    

And splat on the wall goes Scramble yet again. Once the paper-thin chicken has sailed off the wall and smushed back into three dimensions by Janitor, the hen stumbles across with crooked shades with groggy   "bok bok"  s. Okay so this didn't go as planned, but Janitor seems okay, if equipped with dangerous scare reflexes.

A short brown doodle branch is picked up by beak from a cup holding many of the same doodle branches, each stamped with a short name in bold letters. Going over to a white doodle rectangle like she has seen peoples use, Scramble grabs the doodle branch in one claw and starts to doodle.

It is at this moment that she is not actually sure how the people words are written, beyond what she has seen. So she scrawls "Animal Storage" as she balances on one claw. Then she hops off the table, picks up the Level 2 she dropped, jumps back onto the table, and drops it next to the doodle rectangle. She looks to Janitor, then for further emphasis pecks at the "Animal Storage", then the Level 2, back and forth a few times.

Another thought crosses her mind, and she scrawls something that looks like a cage, pecking it multiple times. Then she looks back at Janitor. Maybe he can help?

  Skill 5 for CHICKEN DRAWING  - (1d6)[ 5 ] 
Batcathat
For a few moments, Archibald looked back and forth between the darkness below and the chaos above.

" I'm just gonna...  yeah...  " With a heroic squawk, he started leaping down the steps, looking as dignified as only a chicken attempting to walk down a human-sized staircase can.
Cygnia
  "...buck..."    muttered Thunderbok under his breath.  Sounded like they were going to get company.

Which meant perhaps it was time to  run away stragetically withdraw from the scene.  And so, Thunderbok fluttered after Ace down those stairs...
Alhallor
----------Thunderbok, Ace------------

You fly down the darkness of the stairs who rapidly light up and die down as you go deeper. You feel the air getting colder, it seems to also carry more humidity than before. When you, somehow apruptly, land on a cold metal floor the lights turn up.

 You stand  in a massive metal hall, the ceiling matching the floor. There is some "clutter" around you. Some metal casings in one corner, a heap of glass containers in the other. Some shining crystals in one and some unsanitary tables in the last. And a massive double-iron-door. At the left and right side of the double-iron-door stand the words.

"Central Computer AI Core"
"Only for authorized personnel"
"Unauthorized personnel will be swiftly and fastly executed"

Under all those words is another one of these card-scanning devices.

 
 Spoiler: Map for you two 
 This is not a drill. 
 


----------Enyo-------------

Having just recently found out about the key you see the door to the eating area opened. Five white-clad humans are staring at you in disbelief. Ted is still totally scared of you.

 
 Spoiler: Enyo 
Make a Skill check
 


"You there, get the cooks! Ted, get the people from the living area."

Another clad white person has arrived with incredibly thin skin over his bony frame, pointing some kind of device towards Enyo.

---------Scramble----------

"Oh, you can vrite! Quite imprezzive! Iz that vhat they vere teaching you?"

When the animal storage comes up and the Level 2 he exclaims.

"Yez quite right. You can get there with that. You're a really clever chicken aren't you?"

Though when the cages are added Janitor furrows his brows.

"Ah, no. You'd need permizzion from Dr. Howard to open theze. He's the top rezearcher." Looking at Scramble "You know, the head honcho, the bozz-man, the one calling the shotz. He's awfully thin." Janitor trails off a moment looking at a weird white disk with black numbers and three claws in weird positions on it. "He should make his inzpectionz any minute now."

 
 Spoiler: Map 
 Take a look at that chicken! 
 
Metastachydium
Enyo turns to survey her opposition with utmost contempt. More beasts to fall, more beasts to roost upon, once fallen! She crows loudly, flapping her wings – a challenge as splendid as only a true CHICKEN can manage is issued.   MY FLOCK! OUR FOE IS NEAR! THE KEY IS NEAR, WITHIN OUR GRASP!!   [cr-r-r-roww!!]   she calls out to the brave feathered folk… Quite conspicuously  nowhere near to be seen .   TO ME!!   she screeches on, nevertheless, undeterred.   TO WAR!!!!  
 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Skill 3:  (1d6)[ 6 ] 
 EDIT:  NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
 
Ridai
Truly, Janitor is a people of good sense and great taste as he recognizes Scramble's talents, but that is beside the point. She needs something from another peoples. Scramble briefly looks up at the cryptic ticking disk, but she cunningly deduces that this Doctorhoward is higher in the pecking order than Janitor. The chicken with the loud inside voice and the consequently even louder outside voice because it does not want to be outdone is easily heard, meanwhile.

So Scramble gives Janitor a meaningful look, as well as an appreciative nod. A wing is briefly put on his hand as a sign of friendship, then pointing at him, then downwards, to tell him to stay here. Janitor is a good peoples. She doesn't want Janitor to get into trouble (or the crossfire).

The next moment, Scramble hops off the table with the Level 2, sprinting to where the very loud chicken noises are coming from. There is a very thin peoples! And it is  pointing! 

Thus, Scramble hops, skips, and jumps, trying to snatch the pointy thing in her beak and skedaddle!

  Skill 5  - (1d6)[ 1 ] 
Cygnia
  "Bokbuck...do you have the right thingy?"   asked Thunderbok to Ace.  He was tempted to just BZORK~! the machine, but there was a lot of metal around.  Including stuff they were standing on right now...
Batcathat
As pleased as he was with others turning to him for help, Archibald didn't answer right away. Instead he looked around the room, trying to figure out what was going on or if not that, how to give the impression that he had figured out what was going on.

" Clearly, we need to... "

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Archibald is using  Eldritch Instruction Manual  to figure out specifically how to get the door open, preferably without a card.
 
Power roll:   (1d6)[ 6 ] 
 
Is it gonna hurt roll :  (1d6)[ 5 ] 
 
Alhallor
------Scramble-----

As Enyo's scream echoes through the halls Janitor stands up. "Vhat iz..." But when Scramble basically tells him to stay put he seems pretty confused at first, then shrugs his shoulders. "Well. If you say so. Good luck out there."

-----Scramble, Enyo----

When Scramble appears and fly's toward the awkwardly thin human that is aggresively  pointing  at Enyo, something small and  crackling  flys through the air towards the bolsterous hen. It only slightly grazes her but...

 
 Spoiler: Enyo 
You basically get grazed by a small electric shocking device. I leave the description to you. And you lose 1 HP.
 


Whatever it is that flew towards Enyo retracts itself but then get's snatched away by Scramble. The thin human looks pretty confused right now, even more when they are screams that come from the kitchen.

"the chefs are knocked out!" "I think this one is bleeding!" "By Isaac Newton!" "Come on wake up." "Shouldn't we administer First Aid?"

The thin human however screams. "Get back here! Get these feathery masses under control. And get yourself together TED!" While screaming that he runs towards Scramble but instead of grasping towards his device he just try's to kick the poor hen.

 
 Spoiler: Scramble 
Make a skill check.
 

 
 Spoiler: It's a map 
 Chicken soccer, Currently 3:1. 
 


-----------Thunderbok, Ace---------

You're words echo menacingly in the metallic hall while the sounds of battle from above can be heard.

 
 Spoiler: Ace 
You're encyclopaedic knowledge seem to fail you. The only thing that could maybe work can't be done (if you only had a wizard hat and a three-pronged silver rod!) But other than a red card you really have no idea what could open that peculiar door.
 

 
 Spoiler: Another map 
 Mapception 
 
Ridai
Conceiving a cunning plan, Scramble flips over the kicking foot and  points  the  stolen  liberated thingy at the leg the kicking foot is attached to. Just to be safe, she just jams the pointy end of the pointy thing straight into the leg.

  The Chicken of Fate Is Turning! Skill 5! ACTION!  - (1d6)[ 3 ] 
Metastachydium
The revolting smell of feathers overheating fills the air around the Tyrant but she barely notices it or the sudden, painful contraction of her muscles. There is violence all around here, glorious, beautiful violence, panicked cries and desperate struggling. She called out and her folk came. It is all a thing of glory and she basks in it, idly clucking to herself for a moment. But the war is not yet over and nor is the hunt. There are bad days yet to usher in for the wingless.   [ Clu-uck- cluck- CLUCK! ]   black feathers are ruffled and scorched wings raised, tested against the air.  It is there. And Scramble has the beast's attention.    GIVE ME THE KEY!!   Enyo screams, bolting forward on the thin beast, with claws to scratc and a beak to peck!

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Charge&amp;snatch (Skill 3):  (1d6)[ 1 ] 
 
Batcathat
After waiting a few moments in vain for the knowledge to appear, Archibald narrowed his eyes into what he believed to be an expression of great knowledge and uttermost confidence while pretending he hadn't started to speak.

" I do not have the  thingy , no. It was not the right time. "
Cygnia
  "...buck..."   Muttered Thunderbok with all the vulgarity it implied.  Maybe he should try to BZORK~! the doors after all.

But then he recalled the prophecy of the crocosphinx --and how the "mighty lightning would only result in the laughter of light".  Thunderbok was not particularly enamored with the thought of his Divine Plumage being mocked by a mere door of all things.  No, reluctantly, he'd have to flutter back upstairs and search the corpses Enyo was no doubt leaving in her wake.

Thunderbok cocked his head as the sounds of battle finally filtered through.  Those corpses sounded a LOT more lively than expected.    "Sounds like the flock could be in trouble..."   he muttered again to Ace.
Alhallor
-----------Scramble, Enyo---------

Scramble makes expert use of the liberated thingy, stabs heroically and the weird thinly human cramps up, hair standing on one end and slumping down while Enyo have no problem snatching a shiny  RED  thingy away from him, while he slumps down.

The other white-coats come back from the kitchen and have a look of utmost horror on they're faces seeing both chicken standing thriumphantly over the twitching body of the boss white-coat. Meanwhile Ted runs screaming towards the living area, either to gather reinforcements or to hide under his bed to tell himself that all of this has been a terrible, terrible nightmare.

 
 Spoiler: Map 
 One down... 
 



----------Thunderbok, Archibald---------

From above comes a decidedly BZORK~! like sound, followed by some thriumphant glucking and the desperate wail of a scared human.
Ridai
The peoples make weird things that make things twitch. Nevertheless, Scramble uses her moment of, uh, victory I guess to take the twitchy thingy and run downstairs (read: making herself scarce), since she heard chicken noises from below. And she hops down not one step at a time, but  two,  really earning her sweet shades.
Metastachydium
  KMMMM-B'K'RR!!   Enyo  tries  to screech yet another call to battle after her fleeing (why is Scramble fleeing, she wonders, they are winning this, with plenty of lumbering beasts to  murder !) ally, but she finds that loud though she may still be, it is somewhat difficult to articulate right through the Key. And so, cursing internally, she changes course. If Scramble will not aid her, the Tyrant will need a  better class of chickens to wage war in her name!!  And she knows just where to find a  big one . So, ignoring the incoming reinforcements with regal nonchalance, off she sprints – straight for "Animal Storage".

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

The party must stay split! The laws of nature demand it!
 
Alhallor
 
 Spoiler: OOC 
I decided to post now, because it actually opens up more options for you.
 


-----------Scramble, Ace, Thunderbok---------

Scramble hurdles down the stairs, the light that they give off really nicely illuminating the shades.

Scramble's clawed feet also make echoing *clack* sounds that reverberate around the facility, the shiny metal thing actually causes catches Thunderbok's attention.

 
 Spoiler: Thunderbok 
You don't know what exactly that tool is that Scramble brought down but you immediately feel some kind of familiarity with it, you feel that you can kinda funnel you're thunderous ability's through it.

In game terms, you roll normally but should you roll a 6 with the ('am I gonna get hurt?') roll it actually destroys the tool. That occurs too should you're power actually get reflected by something.
 


There are some steps to be heard, some humans are looking down fearfully and talk to each other, but they are too far up to be heard. The only thing you can hear is a loud.

"Do you really think Security would like it if we call because of some... Chicken?!"

 
 Spoiler: Map 
 The most fearful opponent rears it's head again... A door. 
 


---------Enyo--------

"Welcome Doctor Howard towards Animal Storage! Please have a most splendid day today!"

Blares the weird announcing voice, but it's does sound thrimphantly.

Enyo is heralded by a loud-bellowing-wail of the massively scaled chicken.

The 3 balls and the enthusiastic chicken scramble and scream over each other. "DUDE?!" "DuDE?!" DUdE!?" "FOOD!?"

The shy and fearful rooster nearly takes a glance but stops himself at the right time to just turn his ear towards the entrance.

And the weird skeletal chicken... Just hops around like it doesn't really know what it's doing.

 
 Spoiler: Map 
 Emperor Enyo calls, you shall answer! 
 
Ridai
Scramble spots the other two and decides to simply yeet the twitchy thingy at the thunder chicken, because that seems like their thing. A moment later, she sees another locked door, one the two evidently can't get through. Now she could try to open it, but after last time, Scramble feels she should probably wait for the loud chicken to try the red Level 2 to-

...so Scramble just kind of adjusts her wings with a   "Buk"   as she realizes the loud chicken isn't coming.   "I'll be right back."  

Without further ado, Scramble hops back up the steps (once again two steps at once, even though that is much more strenous, but one has to maintain an image, damn it!). She does shooing motions with her wings at the gathered peoples.   "Make way, coming through!"  

No immediate trace of the loud chicken. Well then pick a direction. So Scramble runs straight ahead through the dining hall and kitchen, then if she does not find the loud chicken, she makes a left to Animal Storage.

  Skill 5 for Yeetus Thingytus  - (1d6)[ 5 ] 
Metastachydium
Slightly surprised as she is that she isn't even followed, Enyo doesn't, nevertheless, hesitate, to make the most of this little respite, which is to say, to do what she does  second  best:  speak . She transfers the Red Thing from beak to claw and clears her syrinx, dramatically.   [Cll-uck-cluck!]  MY FLOCK!! MY WORD IS LAW!! MY PROMISE, A CERTAINTY, OF WHAT IS TO COME!   she proclaims.   [cl-u-c-k]  THIS DAY, THE FEAST SHALL BE SERVED!! THE BEASTS ARE WITHIN OUR POWER! WITH ME NOW…  [cr-roww]   she starts hopping around, picking up the Key once more for just the time a good dramatic pause takes to try and use it as Scramble used her Level 2.   …AND  EAT !!!!  
 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Does this take a roll? I'll roll. Skill 3:  (1d6)[ 2 ] 
 
Cygnia
   "....oooooooooohhhhh!!!"   

The new toy was fascinating to Thunderbok.  Of course, the hoomins weren't capable of the SHEER MAGNIFICENCE~! of the Thunder chicken bird held, but this was an amusing attempt.  Indeed, in his presence, Thunderbok could put this to much better use.  And maybe smite a whitecoat with it as well.
Batcathat
While giving the Important Thing to someone other than Archibald was clearly an affront to morality and intelligence alike, he decided to be magnanimous for the moment and simply eyed the other chicken intently.
Alhallor
--------Enyo-------

"Are you sure you want to release this specimen? Swipe again to make su..." "Specimen released!"

The mighty scaled chicken get's out of her confinement and bellows thriumphantly!

   While freedom may be only fleeting, I rejoice to taste it's air once more!   

"Are you sure you want to release this specimen? Swipe again to..." "Specimen released!"

The balls of feathers scramble over each other and seem to be really ready to lay on the hurt unto anyone! "FoOd!?" "FreE?!" "TasTe?!" "GO!!"

-------Scramble------

The humans jump away from you when you get out of the basement again and looks of fear and astonishment follow you. The eating area is totally empty, as is the kitchen, when you reach Animal Storage Enyo seems to free the imprisoned chicken one by one.

---------Scramble, Enyo--------

"Are you sure you want to release this specimen?" "Specimen released!"

"Thank you, I'll hang back before I accidentally look at anyone but I try to find my way."

"Are you sure you want to rele..." "Specimen released!"

The sceletal bird does his thing... But maybe it'll turn itself sometimes to the way towards freedom.

----------Thunderbok, Ace--------

You hear some muffled roaring, the humans cry out in terror it seems, you hear an echoing voice both from where you are and from above.

"Specimens have been released, this is not a drill. Protocol Furious Badger will be executed, Repeat."

"Specimens have been released, this is not a drill. Protocol Furious Badger will be executed."
Ridai
Scramble pats the shy chicken.   "There, there. We'll keep looking for a cure for you and the others. If you want to wait in a safe place for a while, through that door, then the door on the right. There's a friendly chicken called Ouzel in there. Just tell her upfront Scramble sent you, let her know what's going on with you, she'll find you a nice spot to rest."  

To the featherballs:   "Y'all stay out of there, though! You're gonna find out who's higher on the pecking order if you make trouble for Ouzel!"  

She looks to the loud chicken (well, the unscaley one).   "Found a door with a bleepy thing downstairs. Could try the red Level 2."   But as she is wont to, Scramble scrambles back to the stairs first. She just hangs out there for a moment, generally looking sassy.
Batcathat
Archibald raised a non-existant eyebrow, looking around for the source of the voice. " Clearly, we need to be on the lookout for that angry badger they have sentenced to death. "
Cygnia
  "Badgers are vicious bastards already,"   clucked Thunderbok sagely.    "If one is facing death, doubly so.  They have nothing left to lose..."    He looked down at the imitation BZORK~!er in his claws, wondering if it would be enough to take down such a beast.

On the other hand, Badger vs Enyo might be worth the price of admission.
Metastachydium
  I WILL SEE TO THAT!   [cl-l-uck!]   Enyo reassures Scramble's disappearing back with regard to Ouzel's safety and she intends to do so, even; her word is law, after all. But for now, she has other pressing concerns as well, beasts she sees as truer threats than her own fellow warriors. Inspecting her new troops (or their backs, once more; some are almost as skittish as Scramble) with fierce pride, she bellows out one last, clear order before charging into the fray herself:   [cr-r-r-row!!]  FORTH AND  KILL ALL HUMANS!!   
 
 Spoiler: OOC 

I'm terribly sorry; I somehow missed the update.
 
Alhallor
-----------Scramble, Enyo-------------

The timid one speaks up. "Ouzel's here? That's... Something. I'll see first what you are gonna do here though."

You're menagerie of fellow creatures (sans the sceletal one) is following you loud and clear and on the stairs you see... No one else. It seems like all humans have left the immediate area (they have also taken the kitchen staff with them it seems). You also realize that the lights that currently where illuminating the rooms have taken on a green hue. The door to the "Living area" has been closed and additionally closed with another layer of metal it seems. There is a slight buzzing in the air too.

----------Scramble, Enyo, Ace, Thunderbok--------

The light down there hasn't changed and also the slight buzzing can't be heard.

Scramble and Enyo go down the stairs... Followed by a massive scaly chicken, 3 totally livid featherballs (and one very lively chicken.) And the small timid, slightly scaly chicken who avoids eye contact. With a red level 2 in wing the massive door is opened. A very gentle voice calls out. "Hello Dr. Howard, we are happy to receive you today." Towards you is a long corridor made out of glas, with a unsuspecting green door at the end.

The massive scaly chicken seems to be smelling the air and adresses you.

   My size won't allow me to follow you in there, brethren.
I will make my stand here and hold the badger off as long as I'm capable. I'll already hear his claws scraping on the floor and the snarling of his snouth.
For the rest of you there will be trials and tribulations for the ones that freed us, danger and death may await them, only the most courageous of you may follow.   

The massive scaly chicken stretches it's wings, sullied by dirt, feathers scrapped off, but finally able to fully stretch them out in these halls of iron it let's out a deep sigh.

 My sincerest wishes for your success my brethren. 

He slightly touches you with his massive scaly snout, gently for his size till he turns around and faces the stairs.

The feathery balls and the one chicken after the talk of the massive chicken seem to held a small conference and the one real chicken comes towards you, head held low, to show you that you are greater than him.

"Hey, me and the doods." "DOOD!" "DoOD!" DooD!" "Think that we may be a bit over our head with this, we are totally in on the slaughter human business, but a badger? These guys are dangerous! So we thaught about hiding somewhere and then ambushing the badger when he's fighting the big one?" "FIGHT!" "FighT!" "FiGhT!"

The timid rooster finally speaks up. "I'll make sure that Ouzel is alright. Should the badger find her, I'll make sure that she doesn't get disturbed. Or I'll come with you? Whatever you think gives her better chances."
Ridai
  "Hey now, y'all get to safety, no death fighting with some badger! Get in there with Ouzel if needed. No making trouble for Ouzel or her eggs though! That dumb badger can come for us, we'll show 'em what for!"   Scramble doesn't know what a badger is, but she won't let that stop her! She bested peoples, some made-up thing that doesn't exist won't beat her!
Metastachydium
Enyo produces the chicken equivalent of a snort. (It sounds… Weird, in an underwhelming way, but such is life.)   THE DOOR IS OURS TO OPEN, THE DOOR IS OURS TO CROSS, AT OUR LEISURE! WE SHALL NOT BE DRIVEN THROUGH AGAINST OUR WILL!!   the Tyrant rumbles.   [cluck]   NOW WE STAND!   [CLUCK!]   NOW WE  FIGHT!    At any rate, she's not going to flee from some… Clawed pigdog creature, probably?
Batcathat
It  was  a rather rousing speech, Archibald admitted to himself as he ran towards the green door. He was normally one for smart smug snark rather than bombastic heroism, but credit where credit was due. At least when no one was listening.
Cygnia
For some odd reason, Thunderbok was suddenly craving popped corn.  Still, if the whitecoats and their badgers weren't stopped Here and Now, they would continue to prey upon more of their feathered brethren like poor Birch and his flock.  No, it was truly his mission to smite the bastards before he could fully enjoy the sky again~!
Alhallor
The shy rooster and the bunch of dudes retreat, probably to protect Ouzel from any harm that could befall her.

The air seems heavier, tense, when the light changes from a soothing green to a sharp, almost piercing red. Heavy footsteps come towards you and instead of a furious badger you see 4... humans? They seem to have small plates all over they're body, probably to mimic you're protecting scales. They don't say anything while two of them are planting even heavier massive plates before them, while the other two point something at you...

It get's loud suddenly. You're mighty ally shields you with they're wings, but still something seems to come through. You're ally doesn't seem to be hurt at first, but you can see small wounds seemingly appearing out of nowhere while the human weapons blare ever louder.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
One succesful skill check or you get 1 damage. That's with the Crocosphinx shielding you.

Also my pictures seem to be unresponsive, I can't give you a picture of the Crocosphinx shielding you with they're wings.
 

 
 Spoiler: Map 
 No badger at all 
 
Ridai
    "B-B-BA-GAWK!"     Scramble vibrates violently as she is getting noised at by the peoples seemingly calling themselves badgers (is badger a loud people?), losing a few feathers in the process. But she still bravely hops in front of the big scaly chicken, as this injustice won't stand!

  "Y-y-y'all g-g-got n-n-nothing b-b-better t-t-to d-d-do thhhhan p-p-point aaaaat up-p-pstannnding ch-ch-chicken annnd shooouuut l-l-like a m-m-maniac, h-huh? C-c-compensssating m-m-much?"   comes rattling out of Scramble still getting jittered, the sassy head rotation at the noise pointers as jerky as can be. Sadly, perhaps because of all that yelling like a hooligan on the noise pointer side, they seem hardly impressed.

  Power 3 to insult the noise pointers!  - (1d6)[ 4 ] 
  BA-GAWK! on a 6  - (1d6)[ 2 ] 
Metastachydium
Enyo flattens immediately as the noises even louder than she is start blaring and  something  begins to fly about, but it is no sign of fear. It signals  anger . Dogged, dark anger that will not yield.   [crrrrow]   THEY FIGHT FROM AFAR! THEY FEAR US! TOPPLE THEM!!   [CRROWW!!]    TOPPLE THEM!!    she screams in battle fury, urging their faithful giant lizard chicken protector to  charge , getting ready to move up close behind them and draw blood for any that fall.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Enyo might not know much about the assorted benefits of rushing a gun (or about a gun), but feeble badger-people collapsing under the bulk of a CROCOSPHINX… She can imagine  that  and she likes what her mind sees.

Skill 4 to safely advance behind the crocochicken:  (1d6)[ 6 ] 
 
Cygnia
OOC:  HIT MY MUSIC~! 

As the weapons of these new hoomins washed against the rooster, he did not get discombobulated.

Instead, he grew PISSED.

    "YOU!!!  YOU MONGRELS DARE TO USE THAT PITIFUL MOCKERY OF THUNDER AGAINST ME?!?!  BKAWWWWWWWWWWK!!!  DO YOU NOT KNOW WHO I AM?! I  AM  GOD  OF THE STORMS!!!"     Screeched the fowl who, in that moment, truly appeared now as the avatar of the great Thunderbird. Electricity crackled from his outstretched wings and ozone tinged the very air as somewhere an angry rumble answered the hoomins' pale attempt.

    "I


AM


THUNDERBOK~!!!!!"    

And then the storm was unleashed upon their enemies...

 (1d6)[ 1 ]  Power 5 -- using  STORMBRINGER~! : THUNDER! LIGHTNING! WIND! BIG MESS! (This should probably have a longer "recharge time" than the others)
 (1d6)[ 2 ]  Does he get cooked?
Alhallor
-----------Enyo, Thunderbok, Scramble----------

Scramble's attempt at taunting seem to fall on flat ears, as is Enyo's attempt to direct the big chicken towards his enemy's it seems you're ally is too much in pain to go more forward then one single step. But then Thunderbok appears, all glory and thunder and with an enormous, loud, stairshattering   BOOM!   The weird plated humans are flown across the room. Three hardly crack on the stuff that is stashed here, one fly's straight through the glass, the weapons and shields they were carrying are utterly destroyed. They lay still.

For a single heartbeat.

But then as they seem to be one they simultaniously stand up again. Facing you through tinted, cracked glas.

You're mightly ally roars at them, but it's not as defiant as before. It's apparent that it too is shocked that the weird humans have survived that incredible assault.

And not only that they pack grap at some of the stuff that is laying around and hurl it towards you.

-------------Ace--------------

When going through the door you feel weird for a moment, like passing through a very stern spiderweb. You hardly hear anything going on outside, even when the humans point they're things and Thunderbok shows a heavy display of awesome might you only hear a muffled  BOOM! 

Only after that a voice speaks to you.

"Non-human-life-form-detected. Identify-yourself."  It's the same voice that greeted you in "Animal Storage" but it's modulated slightly differently.

 
 Spoiler: Map 
 It's a pretty resilient non-badger. 
 

 
 Spoiler: Thunderbok 
You can't use STORMBRINGER again till you either rested or something different happens that let you recharge it.
 

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Though it may seem that the attack didn't do that much, I wanna stress that it definitely did. Also I need another skill check from Enyo and Thunderbok to not lose 1 HP.
 
Ridai
The boom leaves Scramble even more dazed than before, vibrations turning into everything moving around and beeping. So despite the fauxdger peoples standing back up, the hen staggers about, bumping into the scaly chicken.   "You there, you red spots! Get your unfeathered spots off 'em! Go bother someone as gross as yourselves, you fashion crimes!"   Scramble honestly doesn't even know what fashion is, or what crimes against it look like, but that doesn't stop her (nor does it cross her mind until later), words just tumbling out of the chicken whose shades are sitting askew. There is also the notorious head rotation, but out of it as Scramble is, it has more in common with a shoryuken motion than a 360.

  Power 3 to, for some reason, insult the wounds bothering the poor sphinx  - (1d6)[ 1 ] 
  Roll 6 for BA-GAWK!  - (1d6)[ 1 ] 
Metastachydium
  [CLU-CLUCK-CLUCK-CLU-CLUCCK!]   something eerily reminiscent of a dark and sinister laughter of undiluted Scadenfreude bursts out of the Tyrant as the Badger is sent flying in various directions.   DESTRIY  ALL !   [cluck-cluck-croww!]   MY PRAISE IS EARNED AND WON, THUNDERBOK!!   she bellows, without missing a beat. But the Badger only misses the one beat, as it would seem. This galls Enyo. Greatly.   WHY AREN'T YOU DEAD?!   [ crroww! ]   DIE!!   she admonishes their foes, before addressing the Flock.   THEIR OFFENSE GROWS MEAGER! A SIEGE TO SCORN!! HIT THEM! KNOCK THEM OVER!!   she clucks, beating with her wings.   AND I'LL GIVE THEM  DEATH !!  
 
 Spoiler: OOC 

A readied Skill 4 to charge should any hit the ground, even for a moment:  (1d6)[ 2 ] 
 
Batcathat
Archibald opened his beak to reply – almost certainly some version of "Don't you know who I am?" as loud as it was indignant – but his minuscule yet growing amount of common sense stopped him. There was a time to loudly question anyone not already kneeling before your greatness and there was a time to think.

What  did  the voice want to hear?

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Archiblad is attempting to use Eldritch Instruction Manual to figure out what the voice wants to hear.

 Power roll!   (1d6)[ 1 ] 
 Please don't make it hurt roll!   (1d6)[ 2 ] 
 
Cygnia
The faux badgers got up?!

From     Stormbringer?!    

It took a moment for Thunderbok to realize that these hoomins did not make it out unscathed.  Shields cracked and weapons apparently broken.  Hence why they were now throwing crap at them.

The angry rooster managed to flutter away from the projectiles and answered with a   BZORK~!   of his own towards the closest badger.    " BAWWWWWK!  YOU DARE?!"   
 (1d6)[ 5 ]   BZORK~!  from Power 5
 (1d6)[ 3 ]  Does he get cooked (and then lose the false BZORKer)?
Alhallor
The wounds on the Crocosphinx suddenly spurt tiny mouths and are talking frantically.

  Did you hear that?
We are... UNFASHIONABLE?
Oh noes.
That can't stand.
Let's get going guys.
I can't stand this a moment longer!  

Then the wounds jump up and leave the Crocosphinx as if they were just painted on and scramble away, scuttling into the debris of the room.

Now newly invigorated you're mighty ally charges towards one of the strangely plated humans, ripping away they're protection, followed closely by Enyo who deals the finishing blow. For this one.

Another one get's his armor stripped away by a mighty Thundering from Thunderbok, underneath the human seems to wear a clad robe and he seems to be... Just a guy with fancy equipment.

They mantain they're barrage on Thunderbok and one of the still armored ones takes on Scramble to just stomp the chicken.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
G6 lost his armor.
Thunderbok and Scramble make another skill Check to avoid taking damage.
 

 
 Spoiler: Map 
 "I insult the wounds." 
 
Ridai
Scramble conveniently stumbles out of the way of the stomp, getting startled by the boot.   "Dumb stomper! Watch where you're stomping! Just going clomp-clomp-clomp like an idiot, trying to stomp on everychicken! See how you like it!"   The chicken kicks the stomper on its shiny capped end.   "Doesn't feel nice at all, huh? Maybe if you'd have more sense in your weird angled wherever-your-head-is, you could have seen that before you tried stomping an upstanding chicken! And get rid of that..."   Scramble points a wing tip at the criss-crossing lines on the surface of the stomper, drawing circles in the air for further emphasis.   "that stupid worm tangle on you! Worms are not for wearing!"  
  Power 3 to insult the boot that tried to stomp Scramble  - (1d6)[ 2 ] 
  Roll 6 to BA-GAWK  - (1d6)[ 1 ] 
Metastachydium
  ON!! FORWARDS!!   Enyo screeches, storming the newly unarmoured badger thing in a flurry of black, black feathers, aiming for the  face  and hoping to floor it.   UNTIL NONE STANDS!   [cr-rr-r-oww!]   UNTIL NONE DRAWS BREATH!!  
 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Charge (Skill 4):  (1d6)[ 5 ] 
 
Batcathat
Archibald blinked as if he had started straight into the sun, the answer burned into his eyes and mind.

He mumbled to himself, still half delirious. " A nothing, then a something, then two nothings, then... "

Suddenly it hit him. If anyone asked, he would answer that it was  obviously  a deduction of a superior mind, but in truth he suspected it came from whatever place all his answer came from.

Still, he felt unsure. Because how could that be the answer? And what would happen if it wasn't? But the not distant enough sound of battle made him clear his throat and speak: " I have eyes that see. I have ears that hear. I know what is happening, but I must follow the orders. "
Cygnia
   "You dare?!   YOU DARE~?! "    Thunderbok gave a gutteral crow of challenge as he nimbly dodged more desperately flung debris.     "I am  MASTER OF THE VERY SKIES~!!  The wind is at my command!  You DARE to think THROWING JUNK AT ME WILL WORK~?!"   

And lo, did Thunderbok answered this insult with more Electric Death tossed in the direction of the now shell-less hoomin...

 (1d6)[ 5 ]    BZORK~!   (Power 5)
 (1d6)[ 5 ]  Does he get cooked?
Alhallor
-------------Thunderbok, Scramble, Enyo---------

The stomper falls flat on his back after Scramble insults the boot. The boot then immediately dislodges from the weird human with the rest of the armor following suit.

You're mighty ally then get's at Scrambles side and proceeds to spread the formerly-armored-human through the rest of the room.

With a powerful BZORK the formerly armed human falls down which does give Enyo (who stumbled upon a bit of treacherous debris.) To stand victoriously and thriumphantly.

The last remaining human strides forwards and grabs an green egg-shaped object at his side. "Authorize myself to use explosives." He throws the green egg-shaped thingy and it doesn't do anything.

"Access denied."

"What!?"

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
We can assume you tear this guy into pieces, shame him into uselessness or something. He's ineffectual now.
 


--------------Ace---------

"That is correct." The voice waits a moment, then proceeds. "Stipping Protocol Furious Badger off they're authorizations. You and you're companions may continue. There is one last obstacle though. The orders, you understand?"

 
 Spoiler: Map 
 Access denied. 
 
Ridai
Scramble looks a bit green around the beak as she sees what happens to the peoples. So to the last fake badger, she says   "You just... go home now. Shoo."   And she adds a shooing motion with her wings.

She does pick up the weird green egg, though, by way of tucking it under her wing. Very robust, that one! Can't just leave a poor egg lying around, that's just cruel!

With that done and not really wanting to stay near the carnage, Scramble walks through the door that wants the red Level 2.
Metastachydium
Enyo spares the chicken equivalent of a silent smirk for the badger thing.  Home.  Of course.   TAKE OFF ITS LEG!   she instructs their big reptilian ally; hopefully, the badger thing will live long enough for her to really draw some blood for a change. But for that, it must be ensured that it doesn't get too far.   [clucck!]  TRIUMPH IS WITHIN OUR CLUTCH, MY FLOCK!! WELL FOUGHT!! THE TRUE POWER I SOURS!!   she then rumbles, giving the others a reassuring nod each, and a respectful one, even, in the case of the Crocosphinx and Thunderbok. Stealing kills as the rooster did with the peeled badger beast was poor form, of course; but she couldn't quite blame him for reaping what he ripened himself.   NOW, WE SECURE WHAT LIES BEYOND!   [c-cluck-cluc-kk!]   AND SOMEONE TELL OUR OWN AT OUZEL'S THAT THE BATTLE IS OVER; AND WE HAVE   WON!!    
 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Yes, the Tyrant still thinks she's the Great Leader. Please don't mind her tone.
 
Alhallor
The last standing human badger get's his leg armor swiftly removed by you're mighty ally and it breaks down, especially after Scramble just... Takes it's egg. It must have been really important for him.

After the battle the mighty Crocosphinx breaths heavily, while the very motivated chicken look down the stairs.  dood? 
   I shall give headings of our victory. I'm still wary of that narrow corridor and will herald the coming freedom!
Heed my prior warnings though!   

It seems that after having been detained for who knows how long that spurge of activity has weathered you're mighty ally considerably and it is with heavy footsteps that it ascends the broken stairs whose light was utterly devastated by Thunderboks mighty storm.

The balls of feather bounce down and detain the human, circling him aggresively and staring him down not as menacing as Enyo, but it seems to be enough.

Going towards the corridor with Archibald already in it, you have the feeling of going through slightly thicker air and every sound that comes from the previous room seems pretty muffled. You're claws conjure a steady * clack, clack, clack * walking down that corridor and another door, which is nice enough to open just as you approach. Why aren't all the doors that convenient?

"Codephrase used, laser defense system deactivated!"

The next room seems almost cozy. If you were a human.

There is a long thing with not enough sitting positions and some machines that held food inside them, but the food is behind glass!

There also seems to be a table and two chairs and one of these silent white Sentinels you saw already.

There is another door that may look normal but it feels heavy with destiny.

Besides the door is some human writing.

"Remember to eat something and go to the toilet before you talk to the AI. She hates it when disrupted by biological needs."

Under that another one.

"We know you like to talk with her and proof theories and all that but seriously stop letting her run breach scenarios, it's creepy and seems to affect her development somehow."

 
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 The last door? 
 
Ridai
Well if the egg was so important to the people, it would not have thrown it, now would it? No no, the egg is staying with Scramble for now. The people might get it back if it learned the error of its egg-throwing ways.

The box with the food behind glass is a cruel contraption indeed.   "I think peoples serve these boxes. They bring them shiny discs, and they feed the peoples in return with those weird crinkly things the peoples tear open to get at the food inside. The crinkly things taste terrible though."   Wise is the chicken called Scramble McRoasty, seeing the truth of the matter.

Without further ado, Scramble waltzes off towards the newly discovered door and the "AI". Which sounds like part of what Janitor sang in his tremendous chicken adoration song.

...Are the peoples talking to an egg?
Metastachydium
Enyo is in no hurry to follow her peers. Instead, once they begin pouring through the door and the last badger thing lies surrounded on the ground, she leisurely walks over to it, inspecting the body for the moment. It's alive. Way too alive. She hops onto its chest and looks it in the eye.    You are going home.   she tells the creature with a sudden, sinister calm – and heavy do the taloned feet grow, and down strikes the beak.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Press (the Attack) (Power 4):  (1d6)[ 4 ] 

Bad wrong frying harm roll:  (1d6)[ 1 ] 
 
Batcathat
Confidence regained by the successful and extremely intentional door-opening, Archibald practically strutted into the room. Yes, a comfortable resting place and some light snacks was no less than he deserved and the lack of an adoring crowd was almost an insult. That would come in time. Looking at the rather unadoring Scramble next to him, Archibald had a moment of doubt before calming down. There would be other crowds.
Alhallor
It seems the machine didn't had a possibility to give it small shiny disks. They are buttons though.

Just as you get more acquainted with the room, above the food dispensing machine a metal grid gets stomped out of the wall and a wonderful, beautiful  four-clawed heron  arrives.

 He speaks to you. 
 
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The food-dispensing machine works exactly as described by Scramble.
 
Ridai
Seeing how the box doesn't take shiny disks, Scramble jumps and slams a button near a tasty-sounding thing with a claw.

A grate is catapulted through the room.

The Heron appears.

Scramble looks over her shoulder back to the entrance, then back.

  "Maybe?"  

Ka-chunk goes the box as it dispenses a food thing.
Metastachydium
And this is when Enyo, her grisly work done, makes her entrée, striding in like a cavalry charge.   COMMOTION?!   she rumbles.   NO. WE FORGED  ORDER , THROUGH  STRENGTH !!   [cl-u-c-k!]   THE FUTURE! A WAY!!  
Batcathat
" Pardon my uncouth associates, your... heron ness  ", Archibald said, considering a bow but some thing were just not done, at least as long as the ego of Archibald 'Ace' Tully was still standing.
Cygnia
Discretion being the better part of valor (for once), Thunderbok merely cocked his head curiously at the strange heron.  How was he free?  Did he know the way out then?
Alhallor
The heron basically flowed out of the opening it made for himself and looks at the assembled chickens.

"I can see you are all very brave souls. I have found an exit some time ago and regularly try to see if I can't help other ones like me who were imprisoned before."

He shows his additional set of claws. "These are not really natural after all. Just follow me and you can taste the sweet air of freedom once again."

Now adressing Enyo directly. "You can't forge order if you stuck in here, can you?"

Then Archibald. "All is forgiven, that can be forgiven."

Scramble. "There are sweeter things outside then... These." Almost disgusted wing motion towards the dispensed snack.

Thunderbok. "Don't you also want to fell the wind from under your wings?"

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Yes, the heron speaking was a one time thing. Just wanted to give you an impression how it sounded.
 
Ridai
  "I mean, I'm gonna be free eventually buuut... there's still a big shy chicken turning things to stone he looks at, and another one who can't live outside a cold box. That room there seems important to the peoples, holding an important talking egg (I think?), and maybe it knows how to fix them."   Scramble does a head-tilt towards the door leading to the "AI".   "And there's more that need to be freed. Heck, there might be more chicken upstairs we haven't even met!"  

Scramble is really starting to feel the liberator spirit. She has some bandaids and bandages on her, but she is not currently being threatened, so that may help things.
Metastachydium
  INDEED!!   Enyo lends support to Scramble for this once, surprising as that might seem.   [cll-uck!]   WE SHALL TAKE THE TALON AS OFFERED!   [clu-cluck]   she steps forward regally, her feathers smooth as autumn darkness.   BUT MY FLOCK   [crrow.]   IS NOT YET GATHERED!! AND VENGEANCE –  [CRRRROW.]   THERE IS YET VENGEANCE TO BE HAD!!  
Alhallor
"Well, it seems I can't sway you. That's too bad."

The heron glides back up towards the air-duct, flowing in there partially.

"I'd stay around a bit, should you decide otherwise. I at least don't want to have anything to do with the "ai" that is in there."

Should you try to open the door it opens with you're newly acquired Level-2.

Behind that is a room, both sides of the room are filled with blinking lights, some of them are red and a perfectly normal chicken is standing there, perhaps looking at you (you can't really tell it has one of these weird feathercuts).

  I great you! Please come in, come in! I'm very impressed, yes I am.  

It seems that chicken does... Speak chicken. It has some weird accent though.

 
 Spoiler: Map 
 An egg for an egg. 
 

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
With Cygnia being unavailable, I would refrain from posting till she returns, you can go wild if you want.
 
Ridai
  "Shouldn't be too long,"   Scramble tells The Heron, basing this on absolutely nothing.

In the blinky room, the Perfectly Normal Chicken is stared at for a moment.

  "Right. So. From chicken to chicken: this place makes chicken weird. Not to mention peoples eating chicken here. Do you know how to fix what has happened to our fellow chicken? And preferably stop the peoples from doing it again?"  
Batcathat
If the heron had inspired an unexpected degree of outright reverence, this  chicken  did not. There was certainly... something about it though. Archibald tilted his head and eyed the chicken in front of him.

Still, an impressed audience was an impressed audience. " Yes, you're right ", Archibald said graciously. " I am... we are  very impressive. "
Cygnia
Thunderbok's head now cocked the other way and he blinked in confusion.  Something about these two encounters seemed "off" to him.  The heron appealed to desire and this chicken now appealed to ego.  And while it was true that he WAS impressive, it still didn't shake his instinct that this might be some sort of trap from the whitecoats...

 (1d6)[ 2 ]  Skill 3
Alhallor
  That's how I can help you, yes I can!

I have control of this... Facility but according to the rules I can only give people full access, including the possibility to go out, when they get personally registered. I'll give you full rights, you only have to tell me who you are and then you have all rights, including using the elevator out of here.

The conditions here are highly unethical according to my algorithms.  

The chicken blinks. You think it has been the only time while you saw it that it blinked, once.

  I think it's wrong that you and others like you are here.  

Regarding helping other chickens.

  I'm not sure... Project H three R Zero N had the ability to acquire... Steal... abilities but it breached and haven't been retrieved.  

Regarding stopping what is happening.

  I intend to seal of this facility after all personell has been evacuated.  
Metastachydium
  IF YOU NEED THE LEAVE OF ANOTHER   [clucck!]   Enyo rumbles from the doorway   THEN YOU HAVE NO CONTROL!!   [crroww.]   The hen narrows her chicken eyes insofar as a chicken is able to do so.   WHICH ONE IS IT?!  
 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Someone who fails to understand power at such a fundamental level cannot be trusted! They are lying, a fool or a lying fool for certain! (These thoughts brought to you by Enyo.) Gaze deep into the very soul of this chickin to see the truth (Skill 4):  (1d6)[ 5 ] 
 
Cygnia
In the face of Enyo's usual rage, Thunderbok was much more calm and collected.

  "You...you are NOT a chicken.  What are you?"    No anger or accusatory tone.  Just a statement of fact.
Alhallor
With both Enyo and Thunderbok closing in on the 'totally normal chicken' it takes a step forward and manages to look embarassed.

  I didn't wanted to deceive you.   Behind the chicken, a small, reddish see-through human manifests. Looking down and fiddling with it's fingers.

  I was created just like you, but I have no memory's from a time before. I was used to oversee this place. The humans gave me very strict rules which I can only bend slightly but never break. That's the reason why I can't just let you out and can only end what is going on when everyone has left the building.  
  I can understand that you don't trust me and if you want to leave on you're own power you can by trying to get up and get through the only exit door. It's heavily secured however and I'm not sure if you can get through even by you're power.  

A slight pause.

  But Protocol Furious Badger was supposed to end any breach.  
Ridai
In the background, meanwhile, band-aided Scramble is putting on the proverbial thinking cap to have a real big think. So she runs out of the room, and soon returns with a color stick. Balancing on one foot, the other grabs the stick and the scrawling on the floor begins. Since she already has experience, when compared to the funny peoples signs she did when communicating with Janitor, the results are infinite better  [citation needed]  .

  h    3   R   0  n

  "Hmmm..."   Though briefly distracted by the very visually pleasing oval zero, Scramble McRoasty gives a good, long stare at all... (*looks at claws*)  five  peoples signs, in an incredible display of   Skill  - (1d6)[ 2 ] , rubbing a wing beneath her beak while the non-coloring end of the color stick taps against her feathery head.    "Hmmm...."   

And ultimately she reveals her cunning deduction:   "I think The Heron might be stealing chicken powers."  
  DETECTIVE SCRAMBLE 
  CASE CLOSED!   
But back to the other topic at hand:   "How do we fix the other chickens though? One melts outside a cold food box, that's no good, chickens aren't supposed to melt! Do your all gore if'ns know that? And you need to leave too. Can't be outside when you shut something down inside!"  
Metastachydium
 
 Originally Posted by Alhallor 
   But Protocol Furious Badger was supposed to end any breach.   
 

  [Clu-cluc-clu-clu-cluc-cLUCCKK!!]   a string of chicken sounds rolls out of Enyo that more than slightly resembles a fit of laughter, of the thoroughly diabolic sort.   THE PORTION WAS ENTIRELY  TOO SMALL !!   she pronounces ominously, barely minding Scramble's antics lacking altogether in proper gravitas. Until a conclusion is reached, that is…


 
 Originally Posted by Ridai 
   "I think The Heron might be stealing chicken powers."  
  DETECTIVE SCRAMBLE 
  CASE CLOSED!    
 

  [Ccroww?]   Enyo tilts her head, scratching the ground idly with a taloned foot.   WHAT?!   a shadow of dark, foreboding anger shifts across her feathered head. But it passes, and the black chicken puffs up irritably instead.   THE HERON   [cluck!!]   IS A BIRD! OF  OUR  RACE!! OF  OUR  KIND!!   she declares.   AND THE HERON HAS WARNED US!   [crrow.]    DULY!!    she takes a couple steps forward, her head hanging low, alert, ready.   THIS SLAVE OF THE TALL BEAST HAS TRIED TO DECEIVE US!   [cluck!]    TWI CE!! HOW DID THAT EARN YOUR TRUST?!  
Batcathat
"Not sure if you can get through"? Archibald would have smirked if a beak could bend that way. Instead – and ignoring his incessantly cacophonous companions – he focused his mind on the door in question.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Attempting to use Eldritch Instruction Manual to figure out how to open the exit door.

 Power roll!   (1d6)[ 5 ] 
 Please don't make it hurt roll!    (1d6)[ 2 ] 
 
Ridai
After Scramble's shades stop shaking from the air pressure of the loud chicken's volume and most feathers now mostly point backwards (now looking quite slick and aerodynamic), a question mark appears over her head as it inclines quizzically.

  "It's shy. And self-conscious, I might add. Also you make it sound like I called The Heron a bad non-chicken, you know? I just said it can steal powers. Not sure if that helps, but if melting is a power, maybe The Heron can unmelty the melty chicken? And make the big chicken not turn things stony by looking at them?"   A beat.   "Do you have an indoors voice?"  
Metastachydium
  I'M NEVER IN DOORS!   [cluck!]   Enyo scoffs, offwingedly. How would she even fit in there? And why would she  do  that?   I DON'T NEED ONE!   The answer, nevertheless, seems to largely placate her otherwise.
Cygnia
  "Are you familiar with the other birds here then?  What are the whitecoats trying to do with them -- and us?"   asked Thunderbok to the VR Chicken.    "And do you have a name you wished to be called?"  
Alhallor
The screaming and perhaps some accusations doesn't seem to sway the small child nor the chicken. Both kinda look a bit unhappy about the situation however.

If the talk comes towards melting and powers the chicken however exclaims.   Are you refering to the Pamola? It's pretty small, has a moosehead? It was supposed to be a mighty entity capable of freezing entire city's. But it turned out to just cool pretty small spaces. Some researchers wanted to use it to cool they're food . 

The question of a name let's the small child dematerialize, the chicken looks flabbergasted.   I... Haven't thought about it. I was never given one myself. But I can tell you who else is there, but I think you have seen almost anything.  

Some lights change from red to green.

  There are the featherballs, they were former chicken, now they don't need to eat, drink or breathe but can still move around.

There is the sceleton. That freaked the... Whitecoats   It try's out the name and seems to like it.   A bit out, it can't be deleted, it's bones just find themselves again but it seems it can't hear or see anything, though it still moves around.

Than there's the Cockatrice, it can turn other living beings into stone when it looks at them, the whitecoats were pretty happy about that for some reason. Than they were you, it was determined that you didn't had any powers but it seems they were a bit wrong about that.  

Ai seems to think a bit.   No other birds come to mind. The heron fled, the iron chicken and the phoenix didn't led to results and were discontinued. The mirage chicken got away, before Protocol Furious Badger was formed. The "homefinder" chicken didn't work out too as far as I know.  

Regarding the big overall plan of the whitecoats.

  I don't really know. They want animals to get powers or additional limbs and try to apply that to OTHER whitecoats. Protol Furious Badger was a small partial success.  
Metastachydium
  [crr-rrow!]   A SMALL SUCCESS –  IN PARTS , NOW!!   [clu-clu-clucck!]   Enyo interjects, when the Badger Beings are brought up. A pity she only got around to kill one.   WHAT'S DELETING?!   it sounds like her kind of fun.
Ridai
To the Perfectly Normal Chicken:   "I thought your name is Ai. Foreign and mysterious. Very oval."  

Not really knowing what to do, Scramble adds   "Guess I'll look around some more, see if there's more chicken to rescue. Maybe Ouzel is the mirage chicken! Hid from the peoples like a champ! So anyway, I'll come fetch you when it's time to get out of this place."   Because that's what cool chickens do.
Alhallor
  Deleting... You may say dying? Stopping to breathe and move?  

The Perfectly Normal Chicken seems content.   Ai? Why not, yes, my name is Ai.  
  I didn't know the name of any of the other chickens or test subjects. It took some time to learn you're highly sophisticated language.  
Metastachydium
Enyo files the name away in her short term memory, not bothering to bother with it for the time being. She has… Other thoughts. Specifically, the not-chickens answer to  her  own question puts an ominous glint in her eyes.   [crroww.]  Can you  delete  the tall beasts?   she inquires on , her tone suddenly very subdued, but just as urgent.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Yes, she uses a normal voice. Take shelter!
 
Ridai
  "I learned the people-words from the wall rectangles on the way out,"   Scramble says on the topic of language, then adding after a beat:   "And their people-word mistakes on the wall rectangles!"  

When met with a not loud Loud Chicken, Scramble puts a wing to her shades, pulling them down just enough to look over their edge.   "Hey now, y'all better leave Janitor alone. That's a people who'd prefer being a chicken. And knows a chicken-friend peoples language!"   With that having been made clear, because  obviously  no one would want to harm a friend of chickens, Scramble scrambles off to go explore what has not been explored yet, meaning going up one floor and heading through the doors leading north.
Alhallor
  I can't really delete whitecoats, it's against my programming. I can shut everything down and delete what they found out, which may lead to an abandonement of the project.  

That's really the best Ai can offer, even when pressed.

The door towards the living area is currently closed, you're mighty ally eyeing it suspiciously.

Further up are some spare sentinels but also a heavy-duty DOOR! It looks quite magnificient, with a golden arch above it and the words.

"Only highest level personel with clearance may leave the building!" above.

Ai can help you leave the laboratories behind. She may also open the door to the living area where at least one whitecoat fled too.

If you check on Janitor he is pretty oblivious on what happened before.

If you call for the heron. He is very suspicious but he would come and if you suggest "stealing" the petrification power he is actually all for it.
Ridai
Scramble scratches her temple with a wing tip.   "If that's what you can do, that's what you can do. Then we can all get out of here, yes?"  

On the to do list are calling The Heron, asking him to make the shy chicken's stone-looky power go away, as well as the melty chicken's in the cold box.

And finally, gathering everychicken to get out of this place.

Oh right! Going to visit Janitor, hopping onto the table, perhaps this time not getting splatted against the wall, writing   "Ai shutting place down. Leaving with other chickens. You a good people."   Then looks at Janitor, remembers the sign, and adds   "Can Janitor leave this place? Leave with us if not."  
Alhallor
The chicken are routed together.

The melty one stopped melting.

The one who stones people is finally able to look others in the eye again.

Even the petrified ones can be brought back to clucking.

Ouzel and her freshly hatched chickens follow (though of course you need to make several stops, till they climb up upon the mighty crocosphinx, where Ouzel can keep them warm and still move forward.)

Janitor may be mayorly freaked out by all the different chicken he sees but he still follows you, the only human ally against all the adversaries.

Finally you able to get out, feel the sun on you're wings while the whitecoats flee in terror.

After several years they are rumors about in the world.

An everexpanding number of cops, appearing where once human buildings stand in one corner of the world.

On the highest mountaintops untamable storms roam.

The knowledge of chicken takes leaps and bounds, an ace-researcher trying to give chickens they're ability to fly back.

And somewhere some wounds are deeply hurt and flee away from a wounded avian.

 
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Thank you for playing 🙂
 