[You hold out your hand and lightning EXPLODES out of it, rippling over the panel and across the windows and over the whole interior of the room, smoke and sparks everywhere. The electricity rolls up your arms and tingles in your skin but you're immune to its destruction, like a fucking goddess of thunder. You look spectacular]
[At the end, the panel is black and sparking, looking very sad. A door behind you makes a tragic clunking noise, like maybe a latch got disengaged somewhere.]
[They have a door, but you can't tell if it's unlocked or what. Unlike you, they don't have a control panel in their room. But the group of people seems Activated by what you just did, looking maybe... hopeful? Still scared, but maybe encouraged that maybe they're not doomed after all.]
[She points empathically at the door -- try it, you fools! -- and then strips off her own jacket to tie the sleeve in a knot, and then points down at the floor, hoping tie yourselves to the grate is understood in case the door is still locked.
Then she turns to dash back to her door and try it.]
[They watch you and clamor amongst themselves, looking back and forth and squinting. They can't seem to understand what you're pantomiming, as if they're only catching glimpses of you through a terrible reflection.]
[However, when you take the door in hand, pull hard, then suddenly wrench it free and sending the door slamming back against the wall with all the drama this moment feels like it requires, all their eyes fly open in surprise.]
[They run to the door, clawing and scraping at it with their fingertips until, all of them working together, they fling the door open wide.]
[Matty looks at the door, where everyone is fleeing, looks at you... then comes to press his face against the window. He has to go, but he wants to look at you, at least once, before he goes.]
[The yellow cable is just laying here uselessly on the filthy floor, not plugged into anything, of course.]
[You scan your eyes all over the room, and you barely see it at first, but there's a black cable taped to the wall with duct tape, covered in pictures. Like someone was doing some kind of maintenance and got distracted neurotically hanging up pictures, instead.]
[You tear down the black cable and plug it in where it needs to go.]
[The room brightens, like sunlight pouring out from behind a cloud, though it's hard to tell where the light is coming from. But suddenly everything feels... more calm, less claustrophobic, like maybe you can suddenly stop panicking and take a deep breath to gather your thoughts.]
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[You hold out your hand and lightning EXPLODES out of it, rippling over the panel and across the windows and over the whole interior of the room, smoke and sparks everywhere. The electricity rolls up your arms and tingles in your skin but you're immune to its destruction, like a fucking goddess of thunder. You look spectacular]
[At the end, the panel is black and sparking, looking very sad. A door behind you makes a tragic clunking noise, like maybe a latch got disengaged somewhere.]
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Then she turns to dash back to her door and try it.]
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[However, when you take the door in hand, pull hard, then suddenly wrench it free and sending the door slamming back against the wall with all the drama this moment feels like it requires, all their eyes fly open in surprise.]
[They run to the door, clawing and scraping at it with their fingertips until, all of them working together, they fling the door open wide.]
[Matty looks at the door, where everyone is fleeing, looks at you... then comes to press his face against the window. He has to go, but he wants to look at you, at least once, before he goes.]
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Reunions're fer when there ain't death'n doom, ya idiot!
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[With one last, fond glance at you, he turns and runs out the door, a smile on his face the whole way.]
[Then he's gone.]
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you blink your eyes open. You're back in the first room again, with all the photos on the walls.]
[There's no sign of the room you were just in. Just a big button.]
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[She grumbles, and looks for the yellow cable she'd seen, tracing it to figure out where both ends are.]
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[You scan your eyes all over the room, and you barely see it at first, but there's a black cable taped to the wall with duct tape, covered in pictures. Like someone was doing some kind of maintenance and got distracted neurotically hanging up pictures, instead.]
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She takes the yellow cable over to try to connect it to the black, then.]
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[The room brightens, like sunlight pouring out from behind a cloud, though it's hard to tell where the light is coming from. But suddenly everything feels... more calm, less claustrophobic, like maybe you can suddenly stop panicking and take a deep breath to gather your thoughts.]
[It feels like things are going to be okay.]
[You have restored the light to this room.]
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[She jumps up and down in place with a celebratory whoop.]
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[Everything went... a lot better than expected, actually!]
[Anything else left to do in here?]