Room 824: Picaresque

[Ruggahissy]

((Lori Martin trip start))

Lori only knew that she had a feeling of panic. It was a light and flighty feeling that originated in the chest but seemed to vibrate mostly in her hands. This feeling told her that she should simultaneously scream and run away. It advised her that doing both was the correct response to the fear trigger, even though she knew it wasn't socially acceptable.

All the while she was tortured with distorted country music. Lori stepped in time now to the music, doing a cheer routine, shaking her sparking pom poms.

"Don't Stop!"

"Pass it! Pass it!"

"Don't Stop!"

"Run it! Run it!"

"Don't Stop!"

"Too fast! Too fast....t̢̨̢̤̰̠̀̋̑͂̆͆̈́͑̍o̰̞̫͓̣̩̠̎̔̈́̉̓̇́̚͟ơ̵̡̟̟̗̗͉̺͕̩̮̋̽́̒͛̈́̕ f̵͉̭̯̙̄͒̀͛͑̀̚͜͟͟à̵̧͖̭̫̘͐̆̽̏͑͊͌͡͡s̨̙̙͕̞̱̰͗̀̒͊̅̐̍̇̚͜͝t̡̡͎̘̻͍̗̭́̈́͑͢͠͝,̴͇̤̻̻͕̓͋͊̅́͗́̐̕ ẘ̶̤̖̗̰͎͓̆̈̇̋͝ͅḙ̭̰̻̮̂͒̀̊̉'̶̢͎̪̱̭̗̫̈́̆͗͋̑̀͢r̵̭̠̳͈̖͚̼͍͗̍̋̋̾̐̍̋̕e̡̱̘̘̍̔͑́̈́͟ ȁ̸̡̨̩͕̹̽̅̑͋̔l̴̛͕̘͎̝̺̲̒̉͊̏̐́̏̚m͕̩̻̙̙̲̅̔͆̅̏͒͘ơ̵̦̺̰̺͖̦̬̩̂̂́͗͂̌̓̍͢͟͞ș̨̗̜͋̿̌̽̆́͠͞ͅt̛̞͍̺̭͚͗̃̄͒̑͘͢͞͠ t̡̢͉̰̮͇͎̀̐͑͑͆̆̆̿͠o̡̪̦̣̜͐̅̓̂̚̕͝r̷̢̛͖̘̫̯͓̞̮̻̄͒͆̐̓̑̒͜n̫̱͉͓͓͎̎̍͋͆̾͜͡ ą̷̢͇̭̘͈̈̀̈́̓̀͐̾̓̚ͅͅp̛͎̩̝͈̮̟̬̗̟͆͒̓̈̅͟a̵̩̜̪̖̦͖͙̓͌͗̃͆̕r̨̨̤̪̖͌̍̒̄͋͘͠͠t͍̪̝̞̮̐̌͊̒̋̇͟͟͡

Lori was being tossed into the air and came down slowly, as if she was a feather. Hands without faces or bodies came up to catch her, but she sailed past them and kept falling down, down down. She was falling fast now and landed on a thick black line. The red line carried her up from the momentum she had, but then took a sharp turn down. Lori clawed and scrambled, but nothing she did stopped her from sliding downward on the now red line, whizzing past numbers and shrieking.

That is, until she managed to catch hold of a lamp post.