<b><u>Character Name:</u> John Dirk</b><br/><u><b>Wearing:</b></u><b> A suit and tie befitting a game show host</b><br/><u><b>Location:</b></u><b> The Escape Room Facility, Control Room</b><br/><u><b>Tagging/ Mentioning:</b></u><b> The Chase Sisters<br/>
<u>Affiliations/Notes</u></b><u><b>:</b></u><b> Round 3!</b><br/><br/><br/>The poles they were straddling were rotating, not unlike the swirly red-and-green gimmicks outside of barber shops, only horizontal, and some parts of the poles had bumps on them. The poles were, while extremely sturdy and durable, hollow and could expel or retract things within them, including extra-large phallus-like protrusions that, as the instructions had indicated, would not go down unless they were mounted and humped on long enough to recede. The timing was random, as were the locations on the poles that one could potentially jump out from, but the girls all had an equal chance to encounter one along the way, and have it slow her down or deter her progress if the timing meant the poles would shift to alter the path she wanted to take.<br/><br/>Some of the poles would have a chain of bumps and the rotation would catch them with every 360 degree spin, giving them a constant tickle until they reached the end of the chain. Some of them would even vibrate, or the rotation would halt in order to delivery a prolonged and violent vibration. And some portions of the poles just had a vacant hole through which something hiding within could slither out, or just poke out an appendage to cop a feel, or, if in the right spot, slide up another vacant hole...<br/><br/>"If you feel like you've hit a snag, reach up above your heads, you should be able to find something to grab onto and hoist yourself up without falling. But you may experience some inconvenient intrusion on your way down and by then, well, you'll just have to ride it out. Think of it as paying a toll, not unlike with the mannequins." he got them ready to feel the first unavoidable bump, randomly allowing the system to select which of them it would pop up in front of. A sizable dildo, one that may or may not vibrate as well, would halt the rotation of the pole and stand firmly in their way. But would it be Abby, or Cordelia, or...? But that didn't mean the other girl wouldn't encounter a surprise of her own, something slimy, warm, and moving of its own accord.