GET OUT

[Lucy]

You. You have existed in this world for one singular second. You hate it here, the lights are bright, the walls are constricting around you. You simply must get out of this place.

The room around you is white and plain, the light seems to come from all directions, you don't cast a shadow. Before you are three doors. One red, one blue and one an off shade of white and labelled "supplies". There are no windows, there is a small air vent in the corner opposite the doors. Big enough for a mouse. You don't know what a mouse is, but it's big enough for one of this you are certain.

What is to be done?

[Guest]

Open the supplies door first, gather what you can, then go through the blue door.

[knux400]

Nope, no time for supplies, you probably wouldn't know what they're for anyway. Pick the blue door because blue light is faster than red light and FUCKING VAMOOSE

[Headful_of_Eyeballs]

Go through the red door- you dont have time for anything else

[seppawku]

i vote supplies, we have no idea what's gonna be behind the other doors, followed up by blue door. alternately: air vent's small enough for a mouse, right? by any chance, how big are You?

[Lucy]

Open the supplies door first, gather what you can, then go through the blue door.

You open the supplies door and pocket the door knob. You are now aware of your Pocket™. Just more complications in this distressing life, you think to yourself, what other hells does this world have to add more wrinkles to your pained existence. You really need to get out.

Nope, no time for supplies, you probably wouldn't know what they're for anyway. Pick the blue door because blue light is faster than red light and FUCKING VAMOOSE

Having opened the supplies door, you decide you have no time for this avenue of exploration. You go through the blue door and are faced with a hallway full of power washers blasting in every direction out of the walls in there. The noise is incredible, the wetness also incredible. You can not fit a moose in here, not even a voice acted one.

Go through the red door- you dont have time for anything else

The wetness dimension does not appeal. You head for the red door posthaste and open it. Inside is a brick wall. The wall is warm, suspiciously warm. The dilemmas confound you to no end.

i vote supplies, we have no idea what's gonna be behind the other doors, followed up by blue door. alternately: air vent's small enough for a mouse, right? by any chance, how big are You?

Having run out of options that are not "worse" than every second of existence, you go to the one door that gave you no trouble in the form of physical barriers or being a car wash. The supplies door. Inside is a small closet, there are shelves in here. You can not see any items on the shelves, but a stiff air blows out of the room.

You do not know how big you are. You have no frame of reference.

What is to be done?

[knux400]

Attempt to fit into the mouse hole. If this is not possible, we are logically larger than a mouse hole. Repeat this process with larger and larger apertures until you find one you can pass through.

Congratulations! Size determined

[seppawku]

airflow *hopefully* means there's an exit?? feel (carefully) along the shelves (edit: IF U CANT FIT)

[Lucy]

Attempt to fit into the mouse hole. If this is not possible, we are logically larger than a mouse hole. Repeat this process with larger and larger apertures until you find one you can pass through.

Congratulations! Size determined

You cannot fit inside the vent. You try, and you try. The phrase mouse hole reverberates through your mind like a bull in a teashop. You shed a tear, and cannot fit into the air vent. You can hear air being sucked into the vent gently.

airflow *hopefully* means there's an exit?? feel (carefully) along the shelves (edit: IF U CANT FIT)

You enter the supply room and feel along the shelves you can reach. The air on the shelves is stagnant, the breeze is coming from above. You feel it on your body and look up, the room, and shelves, extend upwards for an uncountable distance. You see boxes some 17 shelves up, and lights even further above breaking up the swallowing darkness the shelves lead into.

What is to be done?

[seppawku]

well. an uncountable distance, perhaps, but u can count if you wanna as u climb?

[knux400]

Proceed upwards and ascend to janitorial heaven. Maybe stop and take a peek in those boxes if you can though

[Headful_of_Eyeballs]

CLIMB THE SHELVES!

[Lucy]

well. an uncountable distance, perhaps, but u can count if you wanna as u climb?

Proceed upwards and ascend to janitorial heaven. Maybe stop and take a peek in those boxes if you can though

CLIMB THE SHELVES!

You've had quite enough of the light and bright room and have decided to embrace the dark expanse. You will climb up the shelves. You put your foot on the first shelf, it's stable, it will support your weight. Some support in life is something you reflect on momentarily, you can't comprehend it. Nonetheless, the next foot follows, you hold onto shelves higher up and begin the climb. Up and up. You resent the height, it makes you nervous.

You stumble upon shelf number 17. There is a couple of boxes here, resting your upper back upon the right hand side of the shelves and your feet on the left, you find a comfortable position to inspect the contents of the box. It's not too dark yet, you can see the contents somewhat. Inside there is: An axe, 12 paper packets full of what look like seeds, a small plastic cube with a wire sticking out of it on either side of it, a small plastic box with two buttons on it and another two wires either side of it, a spool of wire, a pair of thick gloves and a pencil.

You put everything in your Pocket™ including the boxes. You feel heavier.

You look down below you, you have not left the ground despite having climbed 17 sets of shelves.

What is to be done?