<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Edge and Such</div><div class="spoiler_body">It was just a quick way of deciding which key would get the locker open, and how bad the sprays would be. Because there's behind the scenes stuff at play, which theoretically should make this a big problem for both sides. Then somebody got real lucky and used the right key despite being 'called' to the other ones.</div></div><br/>The metaphoric groans of the audience can be heard as the team gets the right key very quickly, and all it costs them (other than Annie, who used key #6) is a quick spray with some oil. Which goes from shockingly cool to warm mostly because the next key opens the locker full of hurt and a very familiar set of car keys.<br/><br/>But also partially because while everyone's looking at the weapons, the other team arrives, and whatever key they chose was a bad one, because both sides start to fill with a blue gas. And while it could be harmless, or even fun, there's two big obvious strikes against staying. One, obviously, is that it's almost certainly intended to drive everyone out of the room. Two is that there's always a time concern, even if the group's ahead of (probable schedule).<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Three</div><div class="spoiler_body">, three is that the effects of the gas are pretty clear after about five, six minutes. Annie calls for a moment's pause, as everyone's outfits are too much for her (surprisingly) and she's got something to take care of. "Just a little bit in a corner, I'll be back soon," is how she words it. The actual amount of time is basically none, as her slightly awkward walk, hands on almost fighting to get deeper into her pussy, ends in two steps. <br/><br/>She stops, stiffens, and anyone with any idea of sex would have some idea what she's doing to herself, much less Derple who has a nice, clear line of sight to the elf's frenzied stroking-cum-fisting. It'd be easy to think she'd been stunned or shot with how she fell to her knees and then down, but the panting and continued stroking says otherwise.<br/><br/>Apparently, that was one powerful cocktail of chemicals back there, and the oil's just delaying absorption for everyone else. Or perhaps it was one of the things she'd been tagged with earlier. In that case Izu probably wants to put down the blade on a stick. Could hit himself in the jaw or paint the shaft.</div></div>