Labyrinth

[raptorcanaria]

Here's the thing about Milliways: It's not the Real World. Dinah has a very clear delineation in her mind: there're things that happen in the bar, and there are things that happen at home, and even if people visit from one to the other, they're very different places.

Justice League, supervillains, Oliver. Those things don't follow her in. Which is good and bad, because it becomes a place to escape. And escape becomes too safe, somewhere where actual threats aren't real. That's the problem with the place. It's not home, and it doesn't touch home, and if she wanted, she could stay in the bar, rent a room, and never have to worry about outside. And that's what's so dangerous.

Not that she's thinking of danger right now, even deep in the forest where there might be demon rabbits. She's just thinking of the run, and the exercise, and also where she wants to take Ollie for dinner tonight. That's how she manages to get lost.

And how she finds herself facing a rough hewn stone wall, with a door cut into it.

Dinah stands in front of it, stretching out her warm muscles, staring at the door. Has that always been here?

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[boston_bruiser]

"Mention. Not use. There's a difference, you goddamn well know it, and now is not the fucking time."

Voodoo follows her, his weapon up and scanning the way ahead.

[raptorcanaria]

Dinah is about to snap back - because she's riled and arguing makes her feels better, but a low rumble ahead of them makes her stop. A low, steady rhythm - no, three slow rhythms that sounds like three different things snoring.

She pauses, waits for Voodoo to get so close that she can feel his body heat, and then starts forward again completely silently.

[boston_bruiser]

That is not something that sounds like a light at the end of the tunnel.

Voodoo stops, then falls in behind Dinah. Each of his steps are deliberate, precise, measured.

(One can only hope it's not something out of the Mythos.)

[raptorcanaria]

The corridor they're in opens out into a hallway about the size of Dinah's living room at home, with a very obvious trapdoor on the floor, and a very obvious triangle on that door.

Only the room looks smaller because it's almost entirely taken up by three large - no one large dog with three enormous heads, fast asleep and snoring, a paw resting on the trapdoor.

Dinah pauses, then relaxes, breathing out in a sigh of relief.

"Oh, thank god.

"Okay, I got this. You ready to get to the door?"

[boston_bruiser]

Greek mythology. Should've figured.

Voodoo doesn't dare speak. Instead, he nods, the front sight post of his weapon centered over one of the heads.

It's go time.

[raptorcanaria]

Dinah steps forward, breathes in deeply, and then lets it out slowly and apparently silently.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"

Not quite silently. There's a thickness in the air that comes from the supersonic noise that fills the room, and makes first one head, and then the others stir, look up and focus on Dinah.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"

She steps forward, and they wince backwards, turning their heads away from her submissively as she carefully pushes them back, until that paw moves from the trapdoor.

[boston_bruiser]

No time to waste. Voodoo's on that trapdoor like a buzzard on a shitwagon. Pop goes the latch, SCREEE go the hinges, and he slips through to-

"WhoaFUUU-"