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Your preoccupation with the fine details of your entrance prevents you from sensing the broad detail of when the dirt actually stops, so that you clamber out without quite realizing it and then curse and then realize that, wherever you are, there is nobody around to impress. Not a soul. You thought you went straight upward, but— did you not? Or did the conspirators flee? How long <span class="mu-i">were</span> you down there?
You are all questions and no answers and, additionally, caked to the bone in dirt. After a full five minutes spitting it out and brushing yourself off, it still feels like you've got half an inch on you, to say nothing of your hair. Damn. Maybe you look more intimidating? You'll go with that. Currently, you seem to be inside a great stone tube— you couldn't guess whether it's located aboveground or under it, though you see no traces of daylight. Or of people. Where could they have <span class="mu-i">gone?</span>
With no visible clues, and no obvious difference between the two available directions, you point and spin around and head where your finger leads you. Wherever you are isn't unpleasant: it is cool and dark and still inside the tube, and silent except for the sound of your breathing and footsteps. This is perhaps what lulls you into a false sense of security, and what elicits a strangled "GOD BLESSED!" out of you when you are grabbed firmly by the ankle.
Driven by sheer primal instinct, you attempt to kick your way out of the grip, but your balance is unsteady and your captor is strong. Eventually you stop, feeling a bit foolish, and look down to see what it is— or who, actually. That's a gloved human hand. And that's a person lying there, obscured in red rags.
"Why," they croak, "are we <span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-i">here.</span></span>"
Something itches at you.
>[1] Humor this.
>>[A] Answer. (Write-in.)
>> Answer <span class="mu-r">correctly.</span>
>[2] Don't humor this. Kick really really hard until the person lets go of you. Maybe step on their face region a little bit. Then leave. [Roll.]
>[3] Write-in.
