Sensing this thing was falling apart, I tried to get off on a different floor. The platform stopped a few feet under the door, and when it opened I climbed to get through the small space and finally be free. But the door started to close early, and the platform started to drop. I had to climb back, with the ceiling of the elevator just narrowly about to crush me, grazing the top of my arms as I climbed back on. Motherfucker.
And then things really started to malfunction. I'd reached the very top floor, when the elevator decided it should fuck up completely and have a laugh at putting my life in danger. I felt the platform sway at an angle, and then realized "hey, there are no walls!". So I laid down and grabbed the side of said platform. Trying to balance it so it doesn't end up at a vertical angle, and trying not to completely panic, I searched around for a way out. There was nothing else around me. No emergency staircase. No other and more solid platforms to jump onto. And what I was holding onto felt like a board suspended in the air by string.
In fact, looking closer at the elevator cables, it was made out of string. The type you use to attach to balloons.
I cursed the idiot who designed this contraption, and made the whole thing swing towards the elevator buttons near the door.
First I tried the "Open Door" button.
Which didn't work. After swinging to the buttons again, I tried the Emergency button. A siren went off for a few seconds, and then..... silence. Ha ha ha. What a funny joke! Pressing it again, resulted in absolutely nothing.
So I laid there, slowly spinning on the platform, feeling it slowly go vertical but sticking to it like Spider-Man, unsure of what to do next.
Surprisingly, I wasn't that scared. I was, however, getting bored and that was worse. The ceiling of the elevator disappeared, and I don't know how. But I could see the colors of the elevator shaft, which I noticed was pretty expansive for being just a shaft. Space in the hundreds of feet in almost every direction around me.
And I laid there for a while. Until I heard some voices, and saw a man floating right next to me.
It was Dave Wyndorf.
Dave fucking Wyndorf.
Lead singer of Monster Magnet. Sex god, the survivor of psychosises I haven't even imagined, and King of Mars.
He grabbed me and flew to a towering cement block. He set me down and explained that he was exploring. There was two other people in his group, one of which was a heavyset black woman, and they went off on their own way. I followed Dave into a cave, and ended up at a section with many things on the walls. One of which was a divinatory device, set opposite a very high chair.
I looked at it and contemplated using it.
