Helm focused on a different time. This was a little strange. Travelling to the past was one thing, but travelling to the distant future world where the water ran yellow and everything was foul...that was an entirely different matter.

She closed her eyes and tried to work out the best route. When moving back to this time, she merely needed to focus on the world back home. So maybe if she focused on those images...and pushed them away. It was hard, they were powerful and she found herself not wanting to lose them. But all in all it needed to be done. She pushed them away to the back of her head, removing herself from thinking of home entirely.

When she opened her eyes, a swirling portal was standing in front of her. That had proven to be more easy than she was expecting. She reluctantly stepped into the portal, stopping for only a moment to enjoy the serenity of the world she knew, even if in this godforsaken place. The spiralling mass of purple colour that followed proved to be drab and uninteresting. There was no telling what lay on the other side...

Finally the spiralling stopped and she felt the clank of metal beneath her feet as she stumbled awkwardly into the grim future world. Other portals began to materialise beside her. She turned to look at them, making sure the others had all made it.

The floor beneath her feet was covered in rust. Below it was a large metal grate with a large basin beneath it. The basin was empty but there were signs of rust and discolouration on it that were a little unusual. She was standing in a standard sized room at first appearances, with an exit to the South and West. The room was set into the Southernmost part of the past version.

But the walls around her rose higher than any others she'd seen recently. On the Northern side, a fair distance up from the floor, the wall gave way into a platform, also the size of a standard room. It was far too high to reach from here though. The walls leading up to it were coated with rust.

Rita had other things on her mind. Firstly, the skeleton that was sat in the middle of the floor. Secondly, the creepy poem written in faded chalk. It read:

"Dear Pretty Rita,
Empress of my universe,
Would you please be mine?"

"66 *"

It is now Phase 67. Phase 67 will end in roughly 24 hours from now.

Players (7):
Boone
Dern
Eleanor
Maria
Rita
Urk
Walton

Exits:
South
West

The group readied themselves. It was time to move on.

Phase 67 will end in about an hour's time. Anybody who has not yet posted an exit action may do so. No other actions can be used, and no existing exit actions can be changed.