Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27736349-20170603204216/@comment-29564364-20170724204158

(Alpha: Yo, Roasted. Still breathing?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ME!!!

Alpha: You're a week early. It's on July 31st, not 24th.)

We climb up the stairs to the dormitory where we find the Messenger's room. "It's this one." I confirm.

I rest me on the ground, leaning against the wall and start tracing my finger along the doorframe, drawing the outline in blue light which fades away shortly after.

N.I.G.E.L.: "Calculating spatial coordinates... Calculating temporal coordinates... Calculating frame dimensions... Adjusting portral dimensions accordingly... Synchronizing doors... Generating Filter Field... Is this marker permanent?"

Alpha-493: "Nah, temporary. Duration: 12:00:00 hours."

N.I.G.E.L.: "Marker registered and portal ready for usage."

I pick myself up again before opening the door leading to an empty white room. "Configuration 12." I utter, and corridors, rooms, stairs and all the architecture we would find in a house extend seemingly out of nowhere and all the furnitures emerge from the floor, walls and ceiling.

Matt throws a "'night." behind and immediately heads to his room while Gwen, still half asleep, remains silent and does the same. Finally, I step in last and close the entrance door behind me, locking the cameraman outside.

(Alpha: And on to the next day we can finally go!)