<a class="username" data-user-id="5587" data-username="@ChrisGabriel" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/5587/">@ChrisGabriel</a><br/>The whirling grind of the hard drive rumbles somewhere inside the practically ancient device. Winding and whistling horribly, it makes the monitor black out for a moment before it flickers back on with an enlarged window. The horizonal bars of an old interlaced video spring up. Along the border the pixelated text of "Dec. 31, 1988" flicker faintly. As badly distorted as the image is for modern standards, it was still clear enough to recognize the very infirmary Willow was standing in. Only difference was how much cleaner it was and the point of view didn't match where the monitor was now. A few seconds pass and the face of an unknown woman came up into view. Trembling fingers brush away the long raven-black hair from her face. Panting hard and looking like she had been crying, she stumbles with her words trying to get her message out.<br/><br/>"I... I don't know if anyone is going to get this. I'm just hoping someone would come looking... M-my name is Jennifer. I... I came here with some others for... a challenge of sorts we been offered. And... I... I can't tell you what happened! It's been... I just want to go home now, but I don't think I can! And now... and now I think something is coming for me." She pauses for a couple moments to look around before returning her attention. "She's... done things to me. To us. We can't stand it anymore! One of the others even tried offing herself, but she had made sure that was literally impossible. Please, she has so many people trapped here and..."<br/><br/><br/>The screen goes black then, though not because the video ended. The outline of her face could still be made out, now panicking that the lights had went out for her. She disappears for view as she looks around but she isn't gone for long. A scream rings out and she is momentarily seen once again backing away. "N-no! Please stop! Don't do it, I'll do anything else!" Her sobering cries turn into cries of terror as she struggles with something at her feet, before being yanked down and dragged off. A loud knock on the table knocks over the camera, making it point to the ceiling. "AAGH! SOMEONE! HELP ME! NOO!" And then her voice goes completely muffled as she is heard gagging while a loud sloshing sound rises up. Her whimpering cries ends the video as an error abruptly ends the clip.<br/><br/>And in classic horror fashion, the moment the video ends the lights in the infirmary shut off and the door leading back out suddenly closes and locks behind Willow.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="33593" data-username="@Silverbird" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/33593/">@Silverbird</a><br/>No random encounter<br/><br/>There wasn't much else to see. But the sounds were plenty uneasy. Creaks and groans of old wood flooring keep ringing out around Anna. Each footstep she made sounded like she was making the floorboards cry in agony from being stepped. Stepping away from them whenever she rose her foot back up didn't help much either. It only made it sound like there were multiple pairs of feet walking around in this corridor. Though when looking back, it was clear she was the only one there. Hell, she was the only one that's been there for a long time. The dusk gathered on the floor meant that her footsteps were clear in view, even in the limited light. And it was only her footprints. Still though, nothing more to do than keep going and read the sign on the end.<br/><br/>Spaces: 21<br/>1d20<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="29759" data-username="@UseAlex" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/29759/">@UseAlex</a><br/>Alex's final bit of generous offering was just what those old gears needed. It took just a few seconds for the last few drops to soak in but they sprung to life and spun away without a second notice. The elevator already managed to get going, slowly rising up as the cage door closes firmly. With the deed done, the floor closes back up and those robotic arms gingerly lower her body back down. Slipping away to wherever they're normally stored, she was left alone again in her fluids and shame.<br/><br/>Moves on to Floor 4<br/><br/>The elevator comes to a stop as it sticks out through a hole in yet another circular chamber. Immediately she would be greeted by the sight of Lilith lounging on a velvet couch with a remote in hand. A massive TV displays a full rerun on the event Alex just had endured, seemingly recorded by some secret camera. With a click, she pauses the recording just at the moment she had climaxed, streams of cum and milk hang in the air with crisp detail. Turning her head with a smirk and licking her lips, Lilith stares back at her with mockery. "Not bad at all. I think I'll be keeping this recording for a while now."<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="39524" data-username="@Ironuyh" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/39524/">@Ironuyh</a><br/>Made of marble and polished into fine lines, the creature's girth shimmered like wet flesh. It still managed pulse and throb faintly like it was flesh. Obviously, Vivian must've known what it wanted. It just was a question of how exactly. As she had closed in, the hand that had been gesturing to her shifted over to pointing right straight down to the floor in front of it. "Get here. On ground. Be good girl." Appropriately, it talks like it has gravel stuck in its throat. "Serve me now!"<br/><br/>Unlike the dragon, this creature expects her to perform willingly for it. There might be a test for how well she does the job.<br/><br/>Choose next act, either beginning to perform on the gargoyle or trying to find a way to weasel her way out of this. Could any of the items she is carrying help in any way. Maybe. Maybe not.<br/>Current arousal: 0/14