The basement, as many of students have found out.. are a maze of tunnels that seem to be home of many of the islands many mystery's. Some students have been sent down here for punishments for things they have done wrong, or some students have been really foolish wanting to explore the hidden underworld.. to see what they might be able to find.. perhaps some way off this island after they have exhausted all there other options.

Today could be one of those said days as a student might be making there way down here, to a lower section of the rooms.. a pale green light seeming to shimmer from over hanging electric lights in the middle of the stone halls. They would come upon a strange door they would not expect down here... at the end of one of what they might have considered a dead ended hall.. they find a bright pink door. Nothing seems off about the door, in fact considering some of the other doors in the basement look like dungeon doors.. despite this door being pink.. it actually looks normal. Might this be a way out? Something new to explore? perhaps a haven away from all the other horrid things that happen on this island? One might not know until they decide if they dare to explore?


"OOC: Open to any students if they wish to play, Been a while so please bare with me "

Haunted? Bria didn't believe the stories. Not that she didn't experience the bizarre often enough. It was spilling into her writing often enough. More erotica than anything else these days. But ghosts were just one thing she didn't believe in. Terrifying demons. Aliens. Even werewolves. Yup. But ghosts?

She felt as if something was being hidden in the basement. Something was trying to keep the students at bay. Maybe it was a means out of this place. So she just had to look into it one night. She wasn't much of a rules breaker but she made an exception for this.

Sneaking out after curfew. Dressed in a pair of shorts and green shirt she had a flashlight as she made her way through the nefarious basement. It was only creepy given the stories. Nothing popped out at her. No moaning or other noises. Just many plain walls and doors.

She was just about to go back when she spotted the pink door. Why was it pink? It looked like the others but stood out due to it's color. Maybe it was red once but got so old that the color faded. Red was universal for danger right? Bria stepped closer to get a better look.

Nope. This was pink as far as she could tell. But different enough to stand out for a reason. There was just something good behind this, she knew it. So Bria entered the room.

Even as the door was opened.. a small rush of air was suddenly released, even blowing the girls hair about for a moment.. almost like the room had been sealed to the outside. Though considering the door opened right up at the turn of the handle.. it wasn't locked. Even as the door opened a similar shaded if not muted slightly pink light spead out from the room.. it didn't take much time for someone's eyes to adjust before they could look around.

The room that layed before them was a 10x10 room, one side was the pink door they had just opened and on the opposite side opened into a long hallway with another steel door at the end of it. The room shimmered within a unseen soft white light. The room itself had a stone table in the center of the room.. and there seemed to be a piece of paper laying on the table itself, though from the door one couldn't read what it said yet. Even as there eyes scanned around the room, they would notice that the walls were the same color as the door, though further looking.. it didn't actually appear to be stone, but perhaps.. rubber? though it was hard to tell even to a slight touch... but it wasn't stone.

Even as there eyes scanned the rest they would see that the hallway leading up to that door at the other side, would let you see a scattering of multy colored tiles, pink, blue, yellow, orange, green and red scatted in about 2 foot blocks down the length of the hallway.

A rush of air ht Bria as she opened the door. Almost a if the door sealed off the area beyond. She first glanced to the door noting the bottom of it was flush to the floor. There were no cracks or even a key hole. Glancing into the room she first looked for a fan or something that would indicate the reason for this rush of air but she didn't see anything of the sort.

With light here she clicked off the flashlight and walked into the room. The walls were weird. Touching the pink substance she was unable to discern if it was stone or rubber. But regardless her attention was soon drawn elsewhere. Curiosity got the better of her as he walked over to the table noting the various colored tiles that lead up to the door along the hallway opposite here.

Bria thought that was unusual. Why not one color or a pattern? That aesthetic taste didn't make much sense to her. Maybe the school ran out of matched tiles when making this place. Knowing of some of the more nefarious things here it could mean something she had yet to figure out.

Regardless she took a look at the paper hoping it would provide her with a little more information.

The air within the room, was surprisely not as stale as the rest of the basement paths that had been up to this point.. those had been damp.. just from the underground nature of most of them. The air within this room though seemed to have almost a fresh quality to it.. or at least a specially preped clean zone.

Even as the student made her way across to the middle of the first part of the room.. even the floor here seemed to be made of that same pink, rubber/stone mix.. or whatever it was made of.. it was slightly springy to walk on.

Even as she leaned over the table.. the words on the paper were easily made out.

"If you are reading this, then you are now trapped. I most likely like you wanted to explore the basement in a attempt to find a way out of this place. When i found this place, i was told by.. something.. that i had to continue to advance forward to find my way out. This place is designed to mess with your head.. be careful and don't hesitate for very long.. because some of these rooms can sense how long you dont advance forward.. and take "Acton" to punish those who don't move. I'm sorry i cant tell you more.. but.. i hope with the promise of freedom it means being returned home and away from this place. Alice-"


Though even as the student has started reading.. that door soundlessly swung shut behind her.. and then with a sudden suctioning sound the wall would seamlessly seal itself.. as now when its closed.. one couldnt even see a door from this side... as it looked like just the rest of the wall.. now trapping her within the room.

Alice? She read the paper twice. A bit confused. Did this Alice person circle through these rooms and found herself here one or more times? Looking behind her Bria no longer sees the door. She returns to the area that it was, feeling the wall, searching for a seem.

Nothing.

She noted how different the air was here. There was no breeze and that stale smell no longer lingered in the air.

“Great.” She sighed. Eyes looking towards the door at the end of that multi colored tile hallway. That was the only apparent option …

She glanced overhead at the ceiling ensuring there was nothing there. Even with the table she had doubts she could effectively pull herself into a vent if there was one there. But that was too easy. Just a plain pink ceiling. So with no path but forward she began to make her way toward the door leaving that paper behind in the event that someone else came here. The one time she was without her writing tools though really what more could she add?

Bria simply moved forward. Gingerly stepping on the first colored tile as if expecting some sort of trap. Then heading towards that door. She wasted enough time here.

Even as the ceiling is looked at... there was a lack of anything of interest up there.. easily vaulted ceilings, easily 7 to 10 feet tall above any. Though its harder to tell from where one stands within the room oddly. There was no apparent vents, and still no light sources that was causing the room to stay lit.

Alice leaving the note about the dungeon could mean she came back around.. or perhaps was forced? to write the note before she left the room.. maybe wanting to warn others what she had herd or was told before she got to leave the room.. could be why she wasn't more clear about what there was to find? Or perhaps some other unforeseen plot.

Even as the student stood there.. nothing changed about the room as she took time to consider her options.. if there was some since saying she was taking too long.. there wasn't one in this room or perhaps she wasn't taking long enough.

Even as the girl walked around the table and headed toward the multicolored floor, she didn't really pause per say.. but was hesitant when she stepped on the first tile.. which just happen to be a blue one first.. but no sooner then her foot came down onto it.. then a small puff of air seemed to come from the tile.. like something was triggering, even though the tile didn't appear to sink or anything when triggered.

But a hair of a moment later.. the girls shoes would suddenly disappear.. and either leave her barefoot, or in stocking if she had decided to wear them today. If this was enough to make the girl pause just on that first tile she would stand there.. not seeing her now missing shoes anywhere.

Feeling air rise up from the blue tile Bria looks down in response to the floor feeling more spongy than it was. Only then noting that her shoes were gone.

“What the -” She glances around but sees no more than the table now behind her and the door ahead of her. It makes her hesitate from stepping on the next tile as her mind fights against what's going on. Her shoes were definitely gone and not just invisible. Even that would be hard to explain.

There were some things that dissolved cloths and the like that she had heard about or even come across but she had not experienced anything so sudden and without warning. Well, there was nothing she could do about it now …

Well almost nothing. Sensing it could happen again she jumps over the next tile entirely. Maybe it was just a one time thing. Or maybe only certain tiles triggered the effect. Bria didn't spend much time trying to work that out.

Her shoes were really gone as she stood there hesitating a moment. Even looking back and around didn't reveal anything new or out of the ordinary, everything looked as it had just a moment ago except she was now missing one pair of shoes.

Even standing there for a moment.. nothing else seemed to happen. But when she finally decided to move.. she would find herself jumping over a green tile that has in front of her coming down upon a pink tile.. Though as she might or might not have expected, as soon as she did.. a puff of pink mist suddenly came down at her from above.. seeing how she was slightly paying attachen to the floor tiles.

The Pink mist was all around her in the air for a moment touching her skin and seeming to sink in before it too would fade to nothing. Nothing happen for just a moment.. but then something seemed to swell up within her.. the need to giggle.. would suddenly surge within her.. like she had sound something funny.. even though there was nothing to laugh at. The need would keep building in her.. until she released it on her own.

But even as the giggle fought to be released.. she could almost feel her mind dulling, just for a moment.. almost making her feel like it would be better to just be happy and giggly all the time. That dulling feeling would only last a few moments after the expected giggle though as she now stood on that pink tile.

As soon as her feet hit the pink tile an explosion of mist or was it gas descended upon her. For a moment she a blinded only finding that the substance dissipated quickly. Little did Bria realize that it actually passed through the pores of her skin. She blinked a few times as she adjusted her vision.

Before she could even think what that was she was hit by a frightful spat of giggles that she could not keep in. Why was this situation so amusing? Potentially trapped here beneath the school. It was enough of a riot that she held her sides as she laughed.

Well, there was nothing she could o about her situation no. She just had to go nosing around in the dark basement beneath the school. As far as she could tell the basements ran beneath a plethora of buildings. More like tunnels she guessed. The twists and turns just seemed bigger than the building she was beneath.

Bria didn't think of it. She was too busy trying to and failing to control herself. In her state she had forgotten about making haste. The latest trap was probably meant to delay her.

Eventually she got it under enough control to continue on. A few giggles slipped out as the effect was concluding. This time she didn't jump. It didn't feel like it but the tiles may have been pressure sensitive and would release the gas under so much weight. A good way to trip them would be jumping and adding to her weight. This time she tried to exert as little pressure as possible as she advanced forth.

The mist of course hadn't lasted long, it was meant to be a instatrap after all, though weather it was meant to delay her, her effect her otherwise.. well.. at least at this current stage one couldn't tell.

Even as she got herself back under control, she had examined he hall again with the tile flooring.. sure they couldn't all be assorted traps could they.. but as of yet.. she hadn't decided to try to figure anything out.. and just continue on blindly.

That might have been a mistake.. or not but even as her foot came down on the next tile.. it just happen to be another blue one, even as she descended upon it lightly, as soon as her foot touched its surface.. a little rush of air came up.. and her top would suddenly disappear, leaving her clad in only under clothing if she was wearing any. Her shorts were still on her body.. but now she was mostly topless.

It might be dawning on her, depending on the tile she steped on that effects would get worse.. the more of the same tile she happen to stand on. Which of course didnt bode well if she kept stepping on the blue ones.. she would quickly find herself walking naked in this place.. or.. if she choose other tiles to step on.. she could find.. worse.. effects.. She had barly begun to walk down this hall.. there was still many tiles she would have to step on if she were to make it to the other side and that door.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” Her top now gone leaving her in a light blue bra. Her shorts were still on. This was the second time she lost something. This time air had been expelled from the tile though there was nothing unusual about it.

This time Bria paused. She glanced behind her noting she was far less than ten feet in the hall. She could back track but to what end? Wait a sec … she had an idea but was doubtful that it would work. Still. There were too many tiles ahead of her and she didn't know if they all did something or only triggered themselves once.

She gave some thought to the matter. The blue ones stripped her of things. The pink was some sort of laughing gas and the others were all unknown. As she debated her plan she glanced around for any visual cues. Looking toward the ceiling. She'd back track before getting too far.

The pink tiles she would deal with. They didn't do much. She'd jump over the blue ones. She backed up as far as she could without touching another tile than jumped back to the pink tile. Expecting the same results. If they were or nothing happened she'd jump back into the room she started from.

The paper placed on the floor. She then attempted to push the table. Attempting to angle it the long way. Her idea was to use it as a bridge and get over the first few tiles at least. If the hallway was wide enough she could attempt to push the table against the wall and pull it a bit though she doubted she could pull it into a favorable position to use it more than advancing a few more tiles.

If the table was bolted down she'd move on to her second idea. Removing the remainder of her clothes and tossing them down the hall then advancing down it. Trying to stick to blue and pink tiles, collecting her clothes and tossing them ahead again. Unless something unexpected happened in which case she'd have to reassess.

Even as the student tried to examine the tiles, and the ceiling around her.. still nothing appeared to be off or different about them.. except there almost rubber like nature and the colored tiles down the length of the hall.. even if she bolted down the hall she would hit at least.. another 8 tiles.. and that would include trying to jump over some.. and given there erratic nature.. there would be some where she would be forced to step on a different colored tile even if she tried to stick to just one or two colored ones.

It wasn't hard to backtrack to the pink tile, since it was right next to the blue tile.. she was able to calmly step right back onto the pink one.. though of course as soon as she did, that bright spray of pink mist suddenly filled her vision again as she got a head full of it.

The effect of the spray was more intense seeming this time.. it didn't last any longer, but it effected her faster. Even as she recovered from the blast it sank into her... she would feel that overwhelming intense bubbling fit of giggles suddenly rise within her again. But also.. she would feel like her intelligence drain right out of her.. feeling it leaking right out as the giggles would take over. Even as she stood there.. fighting those giggles and the draining within her... the roots of her hair would suddenly take on a yellow appearance unknow to her at the moment.. and slowly slide out the length of her hair.. shimmering as it changed her hair color from normal.. to almost a bleach "Barbie" blonde color.

Even if it would take her a bit to notice her hair.. as that brain drain continued to work on her.. it got harder to control, to remember why.. she was only staying on one tile.. after all..it was more fun to move.. bounce around wasn't it? Even as she was deciding.. trying to hold onto herself.. one foot came down on a yellow tile that was beside her... even as she did she thought she herd a "oh... yeaaa" soft sound.. right before she felt a pair of hands suddenly cup her ass and massage her bottom for a moment.

Of course given her draining mental state.. she might actually like that feeling mixed with her giggles.. or just find it all the more funny or ticklish. Even if she tried to spin or look over her shoulder to see the hands.. she wouldn't see any.. and the hands almost did feel like they were right against her bare flesh and not just against her shorts. They would continue to stroke her for about 20 seconds before they would fade away.

Her fight with her brain drain would take longer as this was her second exposure to it.. she couldn't tell.. but standing there.. it could have been 5 minutes or 10.. but slowly even as the giggles would die down.. her own.. self would come back to her.. leaving her with the knowledge of what just happen... and of course... her new colored hair.

It took her a lot longer to get back to the main room than expected. That gas had more of an effect on her. It being stronger hitting her faster than before. She had yet to notice the new look and probably wouldn't until passing a mirror or if she pulled a strand of hair in front of her face.

Finding it tough to concentrate she stepped on a yellow tile. Having seen some nostalgic commercials in the past she expected the Kool Aid man arriving and bursting down a wall. Why did she find that so funny? It had to be the effect of the gas.

While she as in the midst of collecting herself she felt hands upon her. It felt like skin on skin contact yet there was nothing she saw.

She reevaluated things when the effects faded. Things would get worse the more times she hit the tiles. Even if the table could be moved it would get her three or four tiles in. She could walk over it but had to get off and trigger another tile. Then she might be able to pull the table enough to get by another two tiles without stepping on another.

She did consider racing down the hall. Sprints and jumps but those pink tiles were deadly now. Who knew what she'd do. Her mind was so addled that she lost track of what she was doing for who knew how long. The blue ones might be safe if she wasn't wearing anything. Tossing her clothes ahead of her. Then again she couldn't say that they would be worse if she had no clothes to loss.

So maybe she should keep them on for now. With no clues and only uncertainty Bria could only go by what the tiles did and even that was questioned with the effects getting worse. Instead she counted each tile to determine how often they appeared. The yellow, blue and pink tiles did something. Was there a safe color that lead across the hall? She tried to work out a pattern with one to see if she could hop or jump on one color to get to the end.

Then she looked at the far end of the hall to determine what color tile it was. Perhaps that was the safe color if any of them were safe at all. Orange, green and red were the only three she had yet to try so hopefully the tile at the end of the hall was one of those colors … unless of course they were all trapped in some fashion which pointed towards one of those sadistic beings arranging this. In which case she might be better off here. Had not the note mentioned punishments for delays. She had no idea how long she had but had spent a good deal of time on this first one as it was.

Nothing seemed to happen within the room as the girl collected herself.. still standing on that tile last tile she had stopped on.. neither going back nor heading forward.. though perhaps that had been wise, if these tiles kept triggering even the ones she had already stepped on.. there might be less going back, but every time she kept back tracking that means the effects would be getting worse every time she stepped on the tiles.

Considering the effects of the giggling one, would the effects last so long she would find herself a permanent giggle machine as it were? Or what would happen if she ran out of clothing while stepping on the blue tiles? Nevermind that, that yellow tile had created hands that felt her up for a moment, what would happen if they got worse.. hands that lasted for hours feeling her up? Could she take that? And of course there was still the unknown tiles that did whatever they did, if they had effects of there own.

Even as she stood there examining the tile formations.. there was seeming pattern.. she wouldn't be able to stay on any one color to pass the entire room.. even jumping tiles, she might make it half way across the room.. but find her path forward blocked by being forced to jump on untouched tiles, any direction or path she tried to puzzle out did the same thing.

When she looked at the far end of the hall.. the tile in front of the door though was green, which was the first tile she had jumped over. As she looked more closely.. the green tiles lay what seemed scattered along the hall.. no where near each other, most where that if you were standing on a tile.. and jumped over a tile.. you would land on a different color before you could stand on a green tile again.

The note had indeed talked about if one was taking too long punishments were to happen, though what that could mean and how she would be punished was still the mystery.. at least nothing has decided she had refused to move forward yet.