#rough drawings bc I’m sooo tireddddd

[keldabekush]

You have to blow this popsicle stand. You find an elevator and press the button sixteen times - it’s stuck on the lowest floor and pings at you calmly to please wait a FUCKING second. You can’t wait a second. You’re actively dying.

To your left is a large emergency egress window. It’s the only option, now. You have to BLOW. THIS. POPSICLE. STAND.

You very calmly push past the guard standing by the window, who’s job is to stop people doing exactly what you’re doing. They weren’t expecting YOU to shove them (calmly, gently) and dart past like a sleek and beautiful minnow in a stream of plush red carpets.

Freedom is within reach. Glorious fresh air.

At the last moment you remember:

You are quite

High

Up…………..

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Oh?

Oh! The emergency nets! That’s why you jumped out of the window - you’re not an idiot, this was the plan.

You can get to the ground via the fire escape structures - although, you seem to have lost your helmet. You blacked out for a second. You can’t see it anywhere, but everything looks a bit weird and sharp and bright right now. You hope it didn’t fall all the way to the ground floor and kill someone - wow, your joints hurt. Did you sprain everything??

The break room window full of senate staff staring at you is off-putting.

Hm. Your heart hurts but you feel less like you’re going to die in the next two minutes. You’re just sore…and feeling weird.

You look around: the fire escape is within reach - if you jump. Or, you could get the senate staff to open the window and crawl in……or you could call for help from your guards. They’re probably going to turn up anyway if you just sit here.

That thought is……………humiliating. You still feel the need to get AWAY from this place. You need boots on the ground, somewhere out of sight of the glittering panopticon of the rotunda. You should NOT have snorted that powder.

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