Another Fine Mess

[sybil-t-psychic.livejournal.com]

*sneaks up to the crack in the concrete and peers inside*

*sees a large basement storage-like room, with fluorescent lighting and several scary-looking devices within*

*an upright rack stands in pride of place, complete with ratchet wheel on the side, and a very familiar figure stretched out in its frame*

*a less familiar figure smoothly orbits the torture device and its victim...a man whose posture and expression clearly state that for him, this sort of scenario is both business and pleasure*

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[ollie-omen.livejournal.com]

[artemis-noxs.livejournal.com]

*circles you, singing softly*

Oliver Oliver
never before has a boy wanted more
Oliver Oliver
won't ask for more when he knows what's in store...

What a very appropriate name, Oliver. For a greedy little boy who doesn't know when to be grateful for what he's got.

*gleeful grin*

Go on, say it again. Say it.

*nods to the thugs at the wheel to ratchet it up another notch*

Say it.

[ollie-omen.livejournal.com]

*grits teeth and takes the pain for as long as possible, but then...*

Please sir I want some more. Please sir I want some more!

[artemis-noxs.livejournal.com]

*silky chuckle*

Oh, naughty, naughty little Ollie. What were you doing down in my labyrinth? Oh no, don't answer right away; we've got all night...seeing as how the cavalry won't be arriving anytime soon. I don't know what manner of creature you conned into trying to rescue you from the air, but it sounds like my raptor-birds are keeping them quite busy for the moment.

So, let's try this again...what were you doing down in my labyrinth?

[ollie-omen.livejournal.com]

You cheated me! You couldn't buy my saloon so you thought you'd get it by sabotage. You're a liar and a thief!

*looks confused at the air rescue bit...then suddenly turns, and seems to look directly at Sybil hiding way up in the crack in the concrete*

*eyes front again, quickly...with odd emphasis on certain words*

I'm...I'm not the only one who knows what you're up to, you know. Someday someone else will come down here...to your tunnels and your caves and find all the water...they'll pull the plug on your dam, and then all your precious profits will go right down the drain...augh!

*grits teeth as the thugs ratchet the wheel up another notch*

[artemis-noxs.livejournal.com]

*looks pleased at the thugs' way of shutting you up...but frowns at the strange emphasis on your words*

*to a pair of thugs not manning the rack's wheel*

Go search the labyrinth one more time. Make sure there's no more of his ilk slithering around down there.

*watches them leave to carry out orders, then goes back to pacing and singing*

Oliver Oliver
what will he do when he's turned black and blue...?

...Well, blue, anyway. What do you think, lads...what'll it look like when his strength finally gives out and he can't hold himself together anymore? Bet it'll look like a Smurf in a microwave.

*chuckles, then nods at them to turn the wheel up another notch*

[sybil-t-psychic.livejournal.com]

*turns back to the others as Oliver cries out in pain*

Oh no! It's...it's Oliver! That fellow who helped us back at the saloon.

Oh heavens, what are we going to do now? We must rescue John, but we can't just leave him here!

*thinks*

The guards will be busy searching the labyrinths for a bit, whatever those are. Maybe...maybe we could find John, and then come back for Oliver? If...if it's not too late?

*winces at the sounds still coming from the basement chamber*

[capt-crieff.livejournal.com]

We don't know John's condition. John could be in even worse shape! Is there a way we can safely get Oliver out before John?

[capt-crieff.livejournal.com]

*straightens rumpled shirt*

Well, we don't exactly have a plan yet, but we're working on it.

*rumble overhead*

Ooooh, I don't like that sound of that...

[jwatson71.livejournal.com]

Well, unless you've got a key, a bribe for the guards, or something to pick a lock with, I'm not going anywhere.

*indicates shackled leg*

*eyes widen at a sudden thought*

...Where's Sherlock? Is he with you?

[capt-crieff.livejournal.com]

Er, no, Sherlock isn't with us. Loki and Bilbo went to find him.

Oh! I know!

*scampers back over to the crack*

*leans down*

Sybil? Do you think you can unlock a manacle with your magic?

[samiwinchester.livejournal.com]

*across from John's cell sat a tall man with great hair.*

[jwatson71.livejournal.com]

*is privately jealous of your amazing hair, but keeps stoically quiet on the subject*

[sybil-t-psychic.livejournal.com]

Without my wand? Oh goodness, I don't know...we're not really trained to use wandless magic at Hogwarts; it can have such messy results.

*idea*

Oh! Now that it's shrunken, though, it might make a serviceable lock-picking tool, along with your crowbar.

*hands it over*

It's at least worth a try, wouldn't you say?

[samiwinchester.livejournal.com]

Hey who are all you people? *comes over to the bars. Not in as bad shape as John*

[sybil-t-psychic.livejournal.com]

We're, um. Well. I suppose we're the rescuing party. Though I must admit we've not made a very grand job of it so far.

*winces as muffled noises from the basement drift into the room*

[samiwinchester.livejournal.com]

Rescue party...Is there a Dean Winchester with you?

[sybil-t-psychic.livejournal.com]

Er...no, I'm afraid not. Is that a friend of yours?

[capt-crieff.livejournal.com]

Oh, crumpets. I forgot about it not working at this size.

Yes, I shall try to pick the lock. There are a few things I've picked up from Douglas...

*sets to work on the lock*

[samiwinchester.livejournal.com]

He's my brother... *watches the little man set to work on the lock* You know I could do that.

[sybil-t-psychic.livejournal.com]

*watches Martin and John struggle with the lock...conversationally*

So, how did you come to be here? A fellow at the local watering hole...*guilty wince*...well. A very helpful man told us that no one around these parts ever escapes this place.

*grows anxious at the thought of Oliver, and convinces the others to let you have a try at the lock (http://small-things.livejournal.com/10264.html?thread=334104#t334104)*

[jwatson71.livejournal.com]

*sees you struggling*

Here, let me hold one for you.

*holds the crowbar steady in the key chamber, letting you use your full strength and attention to manoeuver Sybil's wand inside the tumblers*

[sybil-t-psychic.livejournal.com]

*watches you and John struggle with the lock*

Here, let Mister...Winchester, is it?...have a go.

*watches him pick the lock in about two seconds flat*

Goodness. I almost hesitate to wonder how you learned such a skill. Though I suppose we owe you a thanks. Feel free to...

*shuts up as you pick your own lock before I can even finish the sentence*

Ah. Right. Very good then.

*takes wand back*

So...now what?

[capt-crieff.livejournal.com]

I suppose we should collect Oliver and try to find our way --

*is cut of by another rumble overhead, this one accompanied by a loud roar*

[temeraire1805.livejournal.com]

*roars*