Prison Realms RP

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Indeed it is not.

The monstrous cry rings out again, and this time, is much louder. But the sound I hear is NOT the sound of scurrying paws, or clambering feet.

It sounds like...like shifting leaves.

We look around, and vines and roots are coming out at every side. Normally, moving plant matter wouldn't scare me, but...the plants seem to be bulking up. They're about snake sized, and getting thicker. And they're rather touchy-feely.

And...what's...what...smell?

[Marvelous Miscreant]

"Now that you mention it...it does stink and these plants are creeping me out. I think we should use the tried and tested plan of running away. All in favor?"

[Celadon's Penultimate]

 I...I...I am getting sleepy...

Much sleepiness...

The snore-y time, she comes...

I drop to the ground, asleep.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

"Huh? What's with y-you...what's........ wrong......"

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Obviously our era has yet to hear about pheromones...

[Marvelous Miscreant]

ZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzz........

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Let's hope the others have stronger constitutions...

[Zaleramancer]

"What the hell?" I shout out as I see one of the others sag to the ground.

"Now is not nap time! You may rest when we are not in immediate danger of death by falling rocks!"  

[Celadon's Penultimate]

More rocks fall, the walls buckle little by little, and plants begin to snake in more and more.

Upon waking up, I will reveal to them that the blue mouthlike buds on the ends are overgrown Saturn's Flytraps. Tongued blue mouths on vines, they called out like small birds, while the larger ones snapped like ferocious alligators. Fortunately, they only have a limited range of reach...about five feet each.

Although, those vines do have a habit of growing...

[Philote]

The room begins to spin and I lose focus of what is around me. Having no defense for the gas, I stumble and fall down the stairs.

[GreenDay]

I manage to quickly materialize a cylindrical gas mask to protect myself from the gas, but one of the tendrils grabs my leg, but it gets crushed under some of the falling rocks, along with my leg. Trapped, I throw several small canisters that begin expelling a thick gas. The plants begin to wither when touched by it, but the gas hasn't reached me yet. It managed to cover the two who had fall asleep nearby, and was traveling towards the third. More vines grabbed and wrapped around my arms and leg, pulling me towards the crushing rocks. I try and propel myself away, but there isn't enough room for me to move my wings. They begin to snake around my body as the rocks continue to come down.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Several rocks hit my head and it kncoks me awake. I quickly alter my cells to filter the air for whatever was making me sleepy. I try to focus but my head is still clouded. I hear rumbling and plants move in the edge of my vison.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

The plants slowly but surely begin to recede, and my consciousness returns ever slowly.

Fortunately, the banging sound from earlier seems to have stopped. I think I'll take this time to use my sound-based power to drill us a tunnel through to (relative) safety. Not sure what we'll find, but it's gotta be better than (or at least not worse than) animated carnivorous plants...

[Philote]

I am unable to quickly regain full consciousness, the chemical emitted by the plants seems to have affected me more than the others. I lay on the floor unable to get up.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

"Oh, dear..." I say, looking down at the only one of us who hasn't gotten up, "He's fallen and he can't get up. Anybody have some way to help him? If not, somebody's gotta be the mule."

[Marvelous Miscreant]

My mind cannot process what's happening there are too many variables, too many things happening. I end up simply running for my life.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

We make our way through the tunnel after a bit of effort on everyone's part, and finally come out the other side. Is that...?

It is.

One of the many passageways to leave this dimension. I turn back to the rest of our group.

"Who here has had enough of illusions?"

[Marvelous Miscreant]

I raise my hand.

[Philote]

I try to raise my hand, but it doesn't move, so I settle for saying "Aye." One of the other group members helps move me forwards.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

"Out of the frying pan and into the fire..."