Round 170 Transcript

At dark corridor in New York high rise penthouse suite, the pressure shifts from waiting to immediate risk. The ward answers the party's presence with a fresh pulse through the stone and no one can mistake it for safety. The nearest sign of danger is now structural collapse imminent. Someone has to answer that change now.

I'm calculating escape routes through this mess of plumbing and panic. The wardstone's pulsing is getting stronger—Jeane might not hold that channel much longer with just a dildo as a conduit. The door's groaning worse every time Hera pushes against it. We need to brace it properly or the whole damn hallway's coming down on our heads. I'll reinforce this side, but someone needs to watch Jeane and make sure she doesn't burn herself out trying to play hero with that glowing dildo. Also—if Hera keeps looking at Halie like that while holding a mirror, we might have another kind of structural failure on our hands. Not the kind we need right now. The water's rising from those busted pipes too. We're running out of time for slow solutions here.

The wardstone pulses again, harder this time. The whole corridor groans—the building is alive and it's dying above us. I can feel the stone weeping, absorbing my power through the dildo. Hera, stop pushing or you'll crack the frame completely. Power up that bullet vibe too—just enough to add a second layer of resonance against the wardstone frequency. We need more magical pressure to hold it off for even thirty seconds. This is getting dangerous. I'm channeling too much through my own body. Silra, get that barricade moved properly or we're all dead when this floor gives way. She's hesitating again—can't trust her to act decisively. And Halie, stop looking like you want to pray for salvation. Those dildos are tools right now, nothing more. My control is slipping. The wardstone answers my challenge with every pulse, pulling at something ancient inside me that wants to answer back. Someone needs to calculate our odds because they're dropping fast.

I drop the mirror—my hands can't grip it anymore—and back away from the door as Jeane's dildo pulses with dark light. "Stop using those things! The wardstone is answering you." I pull out my holy symbol, trying to channel something clean, but the corruption is too strong here. "This isn't working. We need a real solution or we're all dying in this hallway."