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MATT: No, you have to force it.
SAM: Yasha, I need you to come kick in this door.
ASHLEY: If this big thing couldn’t kick it in, how
could I?
LIAM: I’m coming.
SAM: You’re bigger.
TALIESIN: Eight.
MATT: It is not budging.
SAM: You’re bigger in spirit and heart.
ASHLEY: Okay, I’ll come and try to open the door.
MATT: You go over, see where Molly has failed, and
you go and try to fill that void. Make a strength check.
SAM: I believe in you. Oh, wait!
ASHLEY: What?
TALIESIN: No, go ahead.
ASHLEY: It’s not going to budge.
SAM: I’m going to use this, Matt. I’m going to try
to bend fate and try to repick the lock.
MATT: Okay. It’s a little late, but I’ll allow it,
sure.
SAM: I know.
MATT: Why not? Go for it.
SAM: It’s a lot.
(laughter)
SAM: It’s 26.
MATT: 26, okay. As Yasha comes forward and slams
her foot into it, it jostles the lock just enough
for you to slip past the tumblers, and with a
(creaks) it opens a few inches on the inside. The
bottom of it is scraping against the stonework,
the way it’s been bashed and bent has actually
forced it out of the frame of the door, and it’s
going to take a bit more force to push it open
enough to move inside, but you manage to do so.
TALIESIN: The three of us will get that door
open.
LIAM: Caleb stops mid-somatic gesture and says,
“Ah, fuck this,” and goes back to the first door
and has a short rest.
MATT: Okay.
MARISHA: Yeah, Beau is going to deliriously–
still really messed up, like a drunk person doing
a pointless task– is going to try and scoop up
some ball bearings that she threw, and then after
maybe she picks up like ten–
MATT: Make an investigation check.
MARISHA: Okay.
LIAM: Eins, zwei, drei, vier.
MARISHA: 12?
MATT: How many ball bearings did you throw out?
MARISHA: I tossed my baggie–
MATT: Your entire bag?
MARISHA: My pouch. And did one of these things. So
I’m going to get my pouch back, and then–
MATT: Okay. You get your pouch back and you manage
to scoop up– you have, we’ll say, 814 ball bearings.
MARISHA: Okay.