As you look down the hallway toward the darkness your eyes cannot help but feel disgust at the crooked and tacky wallpaper. Walls sweating with condensation from the hot moisture spitting from the tubes behind you seem to clam, swell and box you in despite being ten feet apart. The wall to your left adorns a painting that contains odd and alarming subject matter. You are not sure you recognize it, but it seems like something from a medieval period work but this would have to be a well framed reprint, right?
The hall continues twenty or so feet before opening up into perhaps a perpendicular hallway. It is with the same gaudy wallpaper but there is a door that breaks its pattern. The door is metal and appears like one that would be found in an airlock. The stale air you breathe takes on more significance. The door would be opened by turning a wheel that is placed nearly dead center of it or at least you hope it is that easy.
Your attention now turns back toward the rasa tube. It is embedded in the wall and only the outer-end of its rounded corners is bulging out from the wall. Looking and admiring the crafty work of welding, riveting, and mechanics you cannot help but wonder if the entire mechanics cannot be jury-rigged in some way. Perhaps the elevation control could be re-routed manually to move back upward.
Upon closer searching of the inside of the tube you can see that there are a few screws that could be unscrewed. These could come in handy, and perhaps could be a good spot for any modifications you make for the tube. You obtain a handful of nuts and bolts.
Satisfied with your search you begin to sneak down the hall. As you reach its end along the hall to your right you can see that there is another source of light peaking around the corner of the end of the perpendicular hall on your right. You can see that the hall breaks into another direction and it is from here that you guess the source of this other light is coming from. Around the corner and just to your right, where the hall opens to its most extreme, you can see another door. Closer still you make out that the door has some sort of locking mechanism. Like the latch on a suitcase the lock culminates on the door with three dials. Each dial contains the number zero and an indicator above establishes that it is locked.
With sharp ears you establish that there are sounds of hissing from that hall too. Could it be another rasa tube? And wouldn’t that mean another player? It is then that you notice another sign. There is movement of some sort within the light causing shadows to kaleidoscope by in odd and abstract forms.
The very thought that you could be this close to another causes your heart to pound in an animalistic fashion. With a slow and pensive movement you realize that you still have the screws in your hand and carefully, without even the slightest sound, manage to place them in a side pocket. The palms of your hands feel cool and sweaty and your mind begins to race with options.
No comments:
Post a Comment