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[b]Tobias' Gala - Basement[/b]
"The generator room is just through this- aah!"

The poor waitress recoiled immediately after opening the door, stepping back to allow the pride to see inside. The room of course was as dark as the rest of the mansion... except for the generator which was sparking up blindly bright arcs of electricity around itself. Luckily there was nothing which could ignite anywhere near it.

"Keep behind me," Syed muttered, stepping forward into the room. Well, his magic affording him an immunity to shocks certainly proved useful sometimes. He fiddled with the machine for a moment, muttering under his breath the entire time, while Moira simply stood there shrugging and looking like a bit of a lemon. At least, until there was a loud bang, followed by a yell from the mage, and the sparks stopped entirely.

"Ey, you ain't dead or ewt, are you?" Moira called out into the darkness.

"Nah, afraid not. And it's broken," he coughed back. Amy directed some of her light into the room, revealing him looking fine, other than the hair stood on end and startled expression. Once he had done wafting the smoke from his face he gestured towards the fuse box the waitress was now messing with, to no avail. She turned to nod at him in confirmation. "It all is." His jaw set as he back up to his feet, although his concern and dread were pretty evident on his face. Oh gods, this really [i]was[/i] serious! "Someone did it on purpose."

"You what? Really? Urgh!" Moira exclaimed a little too loudly. Well, it looked like the party was over. Nothing like drama to make you start to sober up a little. Not that it stopped her stumbling a little on the spot. And to think, they were blaming [i]them[/i] for ruining this party! "So... what do we do?"

Syed cringed again, looking to the others in the group. It could be [i]anything[/i]. A sole thug, an organised group. Armed, unarmed. They literally had no idea. They might not even be here anymore. If Tobias had made such an enemy of Dylan, it was possible someone else just had it in for him. Either way, they should probably be ready for the worst, as far as he was concerned. "I don't know, how big is this place? We should probably split into groups and search for anything suspicious? And it might be an idea if we escort this lady back to the others while we're at it," he gestured again towards the waitress. "She needs to let Tobias know what we've found."

"Why does this kind of shit always happen?!" Moira grumbled as she strode back through the door and towards the stairs, throwing her arms in the air. "And never when I got me sword on me!"