toxicspiderman: Photo of a grassy, tree-lined riverbank.  (Specifically, The Charles River) (bucolic)
Sangamon Taylor ([personal profile] toxicspiderman) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute 2012-01-06 04:23 am (UTC)

[from here, timeskipped after the other group]

Life's a beach, and then you die. There was a fucking lake down here. S.T. couldn't see it -- there'd been a lot more torchlight in the ballroom -- but he could sure as hell hear it. And smell it.

His foot hit something hollow in the sand. Sangamon squatted down, and switched on his flashlight. A human skull looked up at him with empty eye sockets filled with white sand. He teased it out of the sand, brushing it off with a finesse that wouldn't make Indy happy, but at least he wasn't flinging it around. The bone had been bleached pure white, and the broken edges worn smooth. Any more than that would take a real forensics guy. Or an archeologist. "Nice decor. Either this has been here for a while, or Landel's going all out on the props budget." He set Yorick back down on the sand, patting him on the head, and brushed off his knees before standing up.

"Water has to be going somewhere. If there's a river, this might really be our ticket out of here." Or it could flow into a channel without any air space. Still a ticket out, just a one-way one.

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