Suddenly the roof of the garbage receptacle shudders and moves in a couple of inches. Then everything is morbidly quiet once more, save for the ragged breathing of the explorer below.
The ticking amber light that repeatedly douses the refuse lazily changes to solid red, and before Indy can even react the ceiling begins to rumble and edges slowly downwards. Despite his immediate panic, the filthy hero is quietly grateful that there are no spikes apparent.
He struggles through the waste materials, attempting to place long splintered beams from the recent renovations between the closing walls, but they are simply snapped as the giant trash masher grinds on. The situation doesn't look too good.
He changes tack and searches urgently for some kind of access panel on the sides of the chamber. Though his keen observation picks out the proud metal of one of the escape hatches, the button to open it is covered by the sifting matter beneath, effectively obscured from his sight by woeful design.
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Date: 2005-03-22 01:56 pm (UTC)The ticking amber light that repeatedly douses the refuse lazily changes to solid red, and before Indy can even react the ceiling begins to rumble and edges slowly downwards. Despite his immediate panic, the filthy hero is quietly grateful that there are no spikes apparent.
He struggles through the waste materials, attempting to place long splintered beams from the recent renovations between the closing walls, but they are simply snapped as the giant trash masher grinds on. The situation doesn't look too good.
He changes tack and searches urgently for some kind of access panel on the sides of the chamber. Though his keen observation picks out the proud metal of one of the escape hatches, the button to open it is covered by the sifting matter beneath, effectively obscured from his sight by woeful design.