'Don't forget to tick your skill for a successful check, sir.'
'You don't need to call me 'sir' all the time. That's a bit weird.'
'I'm just trying to stay in character, sir.'
'...whilst talking about my character sheet? It's an interesting choice.'
'As you continue through the forest, looking for a suitable place to camp for the night, you begin to realise that the sun has been almost setting for the past hour.'
'That is rum. I check my watch.'
'It says its about sunset-time.'
'That's even more messed up.'
'You go to sleep normally, you wake up normally, and you have breakfast normally. In fact, everything seems particularly normal, except—'
'Particularly normal? What's peculiar is just how damned normal everything is!'
Whilst exploring some ruins, looking for traces of an expedition that went missing some months ago, we encounter an ageing witch doctor tailing us. We confront him, and he turns out to be mostly friendly. He tells us that the expedition had indeed come this way, and left. That's a starting point.
After buying a charm from him, the witch doctor leans in to me and whispers something in my ear. The language sounds almost but not quite like Spanish, and having said it, the witch doctor runs off in to the forest.
'How peculiar. Professor, you're knowledgable of the local dialects, I think he said something like, "Iä, Iä, Cthulhu Fthagn". Whatever could it mean?
'You're all in Peru.'
'Ah, I had intended to do some research on the area.'
'It's in South America.'
'Yep, that's about all I know.'
'It's in north-west South America.'
'...which is it?'
'Definitely not East America.'
The Troubleshooters are still trying to burn the paint off the walls, this time with McGonagal shooting her laser at the wall. She's not very good with guns, though, and end up just shooting wildly in various directions.
Team Leader Blank steps in and stops McGonagal. He requests that Archibald, who is much better with guns, 'continue what McGonagal was doing'. Success! Archibald's skill with guns is immediately obvious as he carries out his orders. He still shoots wildly in various directions, just on purpose.
To make it look like he is trying to achieve their mission goal, Team Leader Blank picks up a propane tank and throws it down the corridor, so that Archibald will shoot it and cause an explosion. But his throw is off, and he instead hits Archibald in the head.
At least Archibald has stopped firing his laser pistol wildly, almost looking like that was the real reason Team Leader Blank threw the propane tank. But he does think causing the explosion is a good idea. 'McGonagal, we need that propane tank down the corridor, so I need you to do what I was trying.'
Success! McGonagal picks up the propane tank and throws it in to Archibald's head. These good, clear instructions from Team Leader must be bringing this mission closer to completion.
The Troubleshooters still need to fix the problem of the corridor painted the wrong colour. One plan involved burning the paint off the walls, by starting an electrical fire. This was achieved by attaching wires from their heated socks to the wall and plugging them in to a mains socket, although 'achieved' is the wrong word here.
The Troubleshooters' next clones arrive to continue the mission. 'I liked that plan, it was just the execution that wasn't so good.'
'I don't know how you can say that when it executed all of you pretty quickly.'
'If I just had a bigger bomb, I could detonate it to kill all the Infrared citizens, and there wouldn't be any left that need to use this corridor.'
'You don't have a bigger bomb, though.'
'No. Okay, I have a be— another plan.'
'You can say 'better'. That's definitely the right word here.'
The Troubleshooters have a mission to get a corridor mistakenly painted white back to its original colour. This is proving trickier than expected, for various reasons that are beyond their security clearance.
'Maybe we can scrape the paint off the walls? We don't have many tools, but I do have a toothbrush. I'll use that!'
It's a successful action! The toothbrush cleans the wall really quite well, giving it a nice sheen.
'Huh. It's almost like it's painted on.'
'Can we see the god through the portal?'
'It's just shimmering light at the moment. It's like the opening of a wormhole.'
'That doesn't help. I've not actually seen any wormholes.'
'Use your imagination.'
'Okay, in my imagination the opening of a wormhole is like a full-blown IMAX experience. We see the god in amazing detail.'
'Well, your imagination is wrong.'