[ Orpheus looks up, squinting into the spray of water coming down from the little metal things in the ceiling. There sure is some kind of little white blinking puck screaming at them? Well, at least it's not the Wizard's wrath coming down on them, like Orpheus thought.
That does leave the problem of what to do about all of this, though. Under the stress of the situation and not necessarily thinking the solution through, Orpheus picks up an orange from a bowl on the counter and throws it at the smoke alarm. It bounces off and predictably the alarm keeps on blaring. ]
What do we do? [ he shouts over the noise, looking at the younger boy with wide eyes. He's out of ideas. ]
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That does leave the problem of what to do about all of this, though. Under the stress of the situation and not necessarily thinking the solution through, Orpheus picks up an orange from a bowl on the counter and throws it at the smoke alarm. It bounces off and predictably the alarm keeps on blaring. ]
What do we do? [ he shouts over the noise, looking at the younger boy with wide eyes. He's out of ideas. ]