Silva

Hm...points for the David quote, but as a TUBAist I must protest that link. Hemalurgic spikes were never meant to be placed in baked goods. Come by TUBA headquarters anytime for a taste of quality, certified spike-free cookies. 7.5/10

No longer. But perhaps you are last in something else. Perhaps even first.

The breadmunks swarmed to the party.

It was a very small bunker, breadmunk-sized.

"Huh. There actually was something there," Eiran said, mildly surprised, as Kingston flew out. He looked to Allence, panic now arising in him. "We can get out, but then we have no way to stop our free fall into eternity and then if we fell onto the top of the elevator, who knows what random machinery would be sticking up ready to impale us? Staying inside is probably safer in the long run because normally elevator shafts don't actually have those elevators that protagonists always miraculously hold on to and, well, neither option is really great but staying inside has been scientifically proven to be saf--" A vision cut him off. Walls, moving in, slowly squeezing them, compacting them, crushing them into-- He cut off the vision midway, like it had his sentence. "Never mind. We're getting out of here. Now." He didn't explain further, didn't lie, didn't start the cover up for any questions she might ask later for why he'd decided that so quickly after deciding to stay in the elevator. That could wait. Or maybe she wouldn't even ask? Or was that wishful thinking? He didn't know. He had no clue. All he knew was that the panic that had been building up this entire fall had burst out. The walls chose that moment to begin lurching inwards. Eiran grabbed Allence's hand and, using his other hand to manuever, shoved them out of the elevator in what he hoped was the direction of a wall. They shot out faster than anticipated. He futilely reached out his arm, the other still tightly gripping Allence. And grabbed onto something before colliding hard with the shaft. Cold metal. His fingers were latched onto a bar of some sort. Tentatively, he poked his foot forward and found another. "You have got to be kidding me," he muttered. He would really need to have a talk with whomever had designed these archives. This whole thing felt like something out of a film--designed with way too many lucky coincidences. If they truly wanted to keep them secure, they ought to install the copied idea without the escape. He dared a glance downward. Due to the darkness, he couldn't see anything besides a small blob of light slowly shrinking and disappearing. Allence got herself situated on the unlikely ladder, allowing him to hold on with both hands. They began to climb upwards. Each new step of the ladder that his hand found had him breathing out a sigh of relief. It would be quite malicious for the ladder to only go part of the way up. He wouldn't have put it past the designer. "Kingston?" he called, unsure whether or not to even expect a response in return. The man had said something about a brake? @Emi

A duel? *settles down to watch a safe distance away, popcorn in hand*

A minute’s not bad.

*casually shows up for a brief win*

These were no ordinary orcas.

Then he forgot both.

And then the visions danger appeared. Stuck against the ceiling of the elevator, slowly, yet quickly, getting crushed by the pressure. He brushed them aside. Eiran was now perched on the railing, scouring the ceiling with his eyes. They needed to find a way out through there and then maybe they could get off somehow. He reached over and pressed the call for help button, following Kingston's lead. When it repeated the same thing as last time, he sighed. "No use. Even if it did work, the signal would get worse and worse every moment," he said to Allence and Kingston, still surprising himself at how calm he sounded. "However, we do have some good news." Eiran pointed to the words on the wall which Kingston had translated. "Whoever this Pele follow was got out of here even after the doors closed. That means there's a way out." Hopefully. Or the 'Pele was here' was just a trick installed by the engineers of this death trap. The music resumed once more, the recording having reached its end. One tile in the ceiling looked off, he noted, but it was too high for him to touch. "Can you reach that?" he asked Kingston. @Archer @Emi

By the Silent Association.

Soon they sank out of sight.

The disaster involved a shortage of kiwis.

It tasted horrible.

He's also Butt. Butt wasn't sure what to make of the change in scenery.

Butt kept walking.

But I also want to win before I go to sleep! Hmph. Fine. I shall deal with only a couple moments win.

He currently was surrounded by a swarm of jellyfish.

The lowly gods, that is.

Cups.

Butterflutter XI had written an identical show.

This fellow kept confusing him. Was he mentally...okay? Eiran wasn't so sure. Before he could ponder that train of thought further, there was a cheerful DING! and they started to fall. Quickly. He wasn't quite sure how he knew it, having never been in a falling elevator before. He also was quite confused for the wrong reason. See, given that they were in a free falling elevator, inevitably they would hit the bottom. Upon hitting the bottom, depending on how far they'd fallen, the danger could be minimal or fatal. Yet, he didn't see any visions of danger from that. It made no sense. All shafts came to end. So why didn't he see that danger that he knew was coming? Unless, was it bottomless? That seemed unlikely. It surprised him how calm he'd remained, plummeting faster and faster to a possibly nonexistent bottom. "Do you understand what it says?" he asked Kingston, raising his voice to overcome the other man's scream. He had many more questions, but that one seemed the most pertinent. That word on the doors could be the difference between life and death. Not that he was seeing any death situations in the near future. Not waiting for a response, Eiran began inspecting the walls, searching for clues. Anyway to realistically get out of the elevator safely. He might have been a High Epic by a very loose definition of the term, but his prime invincibility did little in this case. It hadn't even warned him! That, in addition to the shift in music, was itching him. Why hadn't he forseen this? How would this not constitute danger? "Free falling elevator survival," he muttered to himself, remembering some old survival reading he'd done as a kid. "Don't jump. Almost impossible to time correctly. Best to lay flat in the middle. More people die using stairs than elevators. There are safety mechanisms. Each individual cable is strong enough to support the elevator. Multiple types of brakes to stave off disaster. Cushioning at the bottom too." None of it struck him as particularly useful. There didn't seem to be a bottom. The cables all were broken, apparently. And the brakes didn't appear to exist. @Emi

The play was never performed.