"Connard. Philippe, portes mon sac, ce fils de pute va nous tendre une embuscade."

"...s'enculer..." he grumbles, but yes he'll accept Tristan's bag so the tank will be able to face whatever ambush will inevitably be waiting for them downladder.

"Do I need to understand any of that."

"Oh, euh, he thinks the dungeon will definitely have an ambush waiting for us so he shouldn't be weighted down by our bag of supplies. A ladder, really..."

"Mm-hm." She proceeds down in her position in the lineup.

She'll go in the middle, between both DPSs, with the healer going last.

The ladder goes down... way deeper than a ladder ought to go down. Naturally, this doesn't mean anything, since dungeons don't really occupy physical space as such. It's probably just psychological.

And then, after a while of climbing...

Knock knock.

"I'm getting pung, what am I missing."

"Pung?"

"Her personal barrier. It's still pitch black for me, though. And I don't feel anything. Anyone else feel any different?"

"Non."

"Well, uh, look alive, but you were already doing that."

"I look dead by preference."

"Har har."

"—ah, putain—!" Tristan exclaims, right before jumping off the ladder.

Philippe speeds up his descent, then jumps off, too. "Merde."

"What??"

"Ambush!" he calls back. "The drop is secure, you can come down, Tristan's holding up, but we're gonna need support here Simone!"

"J'arrive!" she calls, swinging around to the back of the ladder to get down without rushing Elisabel.

She still doesn't see anything. She gets the rest of the way down the ladder. Still dark?

Still quite dark, but...

...there are monsters she can see. Five of them, specifically. They're slime monsters, blueish tinted with visible cracks of lightning inside. And they're not really... fighting. 

Or rather, Tristan and Philippe are fighting, but their body language and movements suggests they're seeing something quite different than what's actually there. It's hard to see when the only light comes from the slime monsters' lightning, but they seem to be casually weaving between the party members, occasionally reaching in front of a weapon swing here or a body part there, temporarily tensing up solid or applying pressure or resistance to movement.

"There are five real very small slimes adding solidity to whatever the holodeck is doing," Elisabel reports. ...can she let in any illusory light the dungeon is trying to offer?

She can, but if she does that the amount of light she can see suggests they are in a small poorly-lit room. It also paradoxically makes it harder to see the slimes, since the illusion is hiding them and therefore the illusory "light" is acting as if they're not there.

"Slimes? C'est-à-dire ?"