Volcano Prison, Monday, January 6, 2020

[sith_happened]

Volcano-roasted venison was a slight step up from gruel from the sky, but not enough to make Anakin want to stay here any longer. Classes were supposed to start today--he was pretty sure it was Monday, anyway--the new students were supposed to have a fun immersion via a picnic and not a terrifying bus crash-slash-kidnapping.

He was sure there would be paperwork on that.

"Right," he said to no one in particular. "Let's come up with a plan to get out of here. It looks like up is our best shot, unless someone can phase through walls and has been holding out on us." He smiled. "If we can combine escaping with blowing up that karking angel thing, all the better."

[OOC: Hold for small OCD, please!]

Comments

Re: Plot!

[thisismymagicpotato]

Opal raised her hand. "So, that's a no on phasing, but I mean, I do have magic," she offered. "Sibyl and I--" she tapped her headset, just to make sure no one else assumed she was a crazy lady and talking to herself "--have been trying to figure out the best Thaumaturgical glyphs to try to get out of here."

Since your idea of just busting through the caldera seems fraught, Opal pointed out.

"Explosions are still easier, okay?" Opal muttered under her breath.