I Have the High Ground

[Anderson]

Zane sighed. If they had had the portal gun, that might have been an "easy" answer. But they didn't, so...

"Yeah. I'm just...I think..."

He let out another sigh (or maybe just a deep breath).

"I think we're hoping someone finds a way to short-circuit this...mess...before then."

Playing for time, not playing to win, as it were.

"So...remind me what the other way up here is?"

[PlatFleece]

"Aside from climbing up the building, I don't think there's any other way but the stairs," Erica said, taking a moment to just look down.

"You guys don't think they gave people, like, Spider-Man powers or anything right?"

It felt weird, but there was a portal gun. There could be things like grappling hooks, after all. "So, whaddya think? We wanna hunker down here, after all? I still think this is, mostly, somewhat, kinda safe?"

It's true, though. They'll make this a danger zone sooner or later. Erica couldn't deny that. "...when we do have to bail, though. Any great ideas on where?"

[Skraal]

Honestly, the fact that they didn't believe him about the roof access was becoming even more annoying than the whole debacle on the stairs. Like, okay, this was a death game where people are walking around with weapons; some measure of paranoia was understandable. The roof entrances, though? Nicolas thought it was common knowledge, or at least he remembered seeing multiple of them back in the "normal" school simulation. There'd be not much reason to change it either on the part of the people running the game, though he had to admit that it wasn't like he understood their motivations that well to begin with.

Silence filled the air as Nicholas bit down on his tongue for a moment, pressing just a little bit too hard for just a little bit too long. Whatever. It didn't really matter what the entrance/exit situation was like - they were going to get forced out of here sooner or later, and staying here with them until then didn't really sound worth it at this point. Better to find another place to rest than to keep dealing with these two. He lifted his head, still avoiding eye contact with the pair of fellow students as he spoke, a slight waver of frustration tickling at the edge of his voice.

"Just look around yourself if you don't believe me. The roof's not that big."

Without waiting for a reply, he turned back towards the stairs. A few steps later into the darkness, a twinge of guilty conscience began to nag at him as his rude exit began to play over in his mind. He turned back and yelled out a pointless "Sorry." before continuing onward, his footsteps slowly fading off into this distance.

((Nicholas Cameron continued elsewhere))