ext_54865 ([identity profile] henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] v_knidh8er 2005-03-22 09:48 pm (UTC)

Fortunately for the falling adventurer, the waste from the compactor is expelled into the industrial tank from one of the lower level pipes along the facility wall. So the flailing legs, cartwheeling arms and choking cry of "wooah!" lasts a mere fifteen feet before he lands in the contents of the cistern with a less than spectacular splash, thanks to the viscosity of the liquid.

After sinking very little, Indy kicks out and breeches the surface once more, completely unaware that his very perspiration has just become a vital ingredient in the next batch of Soylent Green Plus (used for those stubborn blood stains in the vampire guests' rooms).

Indy's a strong swimmer, but quickly realizes that his physical state is no match for the density of the processing liquid, so he wearily grabs on to the rotating filter arm and lets it drag him round to the handholds he had spotted. He is blithely unaware of anyone on the upper observation decks.

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