[color=silver]Not much changed when the lights flickered on. The hallway remained featureless, and the floor was thick cement as far as the eye could see. No bells and whistles, no clues and, most frustratingly of all, still no windows.

Pebs walked up to him with a map in tow. She was turning it around as if trying to align it. Duncan figured it was best to let her have at it, and settled to peeking over her shoulder to see her progress. Once she found a proper angle, she pointed at the hallway in the middle, seeming nervous even as she prepared to lead them forward.

[color=0099aa]"Let's go!"[/color] Duncan echoed confidently as if to encourage her. For a fleeting moment he intended to slap her on the back for good measure - but upon realizing how large his hand was in comparison with her back, he promptly went for some sort of an awkward pat instead. Probably less encouraging. Definitely less harmful.

Clearing his throat in apology, he settled to walking behind her for the rest of the maze.

Duncan didn't keep track of how long they spent in the maze, but it sure felt like too long. Somewhere during the trek, he'd finally given in and went for a smoke, unable to handle the shakes any longer. He was walking a good few steps behind Pebs to try and save her from the smoke, when he saw her stop.

[color=0099aa]"Huh?" [/color]lost in thought, he walked up,[color=0099aa] "What, a [i]dead-end?[/i] You gotta be [i]shittin[/i]' me!"[/color]

He grabbed the wires on the window and gave them a futile rattle - only to notice what lay behind them. An... obstacle course, ending in a ramp and a button. A button that begged to be pushed. Literally.

[color=0099aa]"My gut's saying that's either our way forward, or a self-destruct button,"[/color] he sounded carefree about it, but he could feel his stomach turn at the thought. [color=0099aa]"Don't see much choice but to take our chances, though."[/color]

Duncan sighed. [color=0099aa]"I guess we ain't fitting through that gap anytime soon, so..." [/color]he  stuck what remained of the cigarette between his teeth and fished out his beloved toy truck. [color=0099aa]"This should dho ith,"[/color] he mumbled from behind closed teeth. With a light push, he got the car into the room - then took up the controller. Thank god he'd went for that smoke. His hands were shaking as he controlled the truck as things were - with withdrawal, this would've been impossible.[/color]
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[hider=rolls]Duncan rolled [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/18103]6 for utility and 3 for mechanic![/url][/hider][/sup][/right]