[color=silver]The crash Duncan had braced himself for never came. His foot collided with the wooden surface, yet the door did not give way. There was no satisfaction of a sudden forward force, only a cruel, sudden [i]stop[/i]. The impact sent an unpleasant, stinging reverberation up his leg all the way to his spine. He had to bite back a curse. [i]Son of a-- [/i]

Dedicated not to lose to a [i]door [/i]of all things - especially when he had an audience - Duncan prepared another kick. Before he could go for a second round, though, Pebs stepped up to stop him - or rather, redirect him.[i] To the middle,[/i] since this door flung inwards and not out. Oh. [i]Duh[/i]. He knew that.

Duncan cleared his throat, took a step to the side, and--

There was a crash this time, alright.

Duncan grinned victoriously - for about a second, before he realized his foot was now [i]stuck [/i]in the door. Well, uh. That wasn't... that wasn't [i]exactly [/i]part of the plan. Whatever the plan was.

Sheepishly, he turned back to Pebs.[color=0099aa] "Right, uh. Gimme a sec or two, got some-- technical difficulties over here."[/color]

And he might've needed some help. He didn't say it, nor did he mean to imply it, but it was apparently clear enough a fact that she came over to give him aid regardless. Pebs made sure he didn't fall over as he struggled to free his foot, which, after a moment of a battle well-fought, was finally back on solid ground. Thank god. 

[color=0099aa]"Hurt? [i]Nah[/i], I'm fine,"[/color] he assured her, giving his leg a few swings in the air for good measure. He chuckled, then gave her a nod of gratitude. [color=0099aa]"It's been through worse. Thanks for the help though, 'preciate it."[/color] 

As Duncan went back to examine the hole he'd made, Pebs split off to examine the cupboards. A really good idea, actually, since it'd probably take him a while to figure out how to... get [i]through [/i]the door still. He could just keep kicking it, or try to bend and break off pieces the way he'd done when he freed his leg. But man, that'd take a while. 

So then... maybe...? 

Carefully, Duncan started to try and push his hand - then wrist, then elbow - through the hole and feel around for the door's handle. He wasn't sure what kind of a locking mechanism it had, or whether it was something that could be undone by blindly feeling around, but he figured it was worth a try.

With his arm still in the door, Pebs returned with her loot.

She handed him a screwdriver, which he took into his free and grinned at her comment. [color=0099aa]"Sure thing. I'll take real good care of it, promise." [/color]Apart from the usual uses, it'd make for a good weapon, too. Not that they... [i]needed [/i]that. 

The next thing he showed her piqued his interest enough to almost forget about his hand. It was a piece of paper with a picture scribbled onto it. It looked like a hint of some sort, deliberately made by someone. Like one of those things you'd find in escape rooms. Which, well, this technically [i]was[/i]. Only they'd skipped the signing up part.

[color=0099aa]"Looks like someone wants us to go fishing," [/color]he remarked, still a bit to carefree for the occasion, before glancing back at the door. [color=0099aa]"Think it's hinting at the drain here, or something behind this damn thing?"[/color]
[right][sup=1][@Typical], [@Alamantus][/sup][/right][/color]