
"That's poison Ivy," Emit observed, which was just great, wasn’t it? Andy was about to open his mouth to reply when he exclaimed, "Oh shit! Guys what do we do?" and rushed towards them. Andy looked to where Emit’s attention was and saw the door closing.
“Aww, shit,” he sighed. Elyssa took out her phone but it didn’t seem to work either.
"No signal here. Great."
“Well, there’s gotta be more than one way out, right? Or at the very least another way to open the door. I mean, it’s not like you’re gonna build secret passages with the danger of locking yourself in them and starving to death because you forgot to keep the door ajar … probably. Unless that’s exactly what it’s for, but that would be a lot of effort for little gain. Maybe for an arch-nemesis or something but …”
"I'll...be ok...healing power..." He stopped himself from rambling on when Alex spoke up. "Still weak...but read that writing ok?"
Emit placed a hand on his shoulder asking, "are you ok to walk?" Honestly, it didn’t look that way to Andy. He took a deep breath before shaking his head.
“Right, no use panicking as long as there’s no other deadly things around,” he decided. “Emit, can you do me a favor and read whatever Alex just magically translated? I mean, maybe it’s a clue, right? Maybe whoever built this place was really forgetful and just made a note on the wall how to open the door? Or maybe not, but it
could be useful.” His grin was a lot more confident than he felt. “Lys, you wouldn’t happen to just blast the door out in a pinch, would you? Or would you just burn us all to death? I guess I could try and see if I can move the switch mechanism but it’s a lot harder if you don’t know how it works. It’s easier with locks, funnily enough. Or, I don’t know, just take another look at the door? Maybe we missed something?” He took another look at Alex, shaking his head again before grabbing him around the waist and moving him to lean his weight against Andy. “And
you, maybe, should stop leaning against apparently poisonous plants. I’m just saying. I mean, it’d be a shame to have to find a new roommate already,” he joked, “and maybe next time try awesome stuff you’ve never done before somewhere else, alright?” He realized he was getting a little bossy. It was a nervous habit, really, or maybe a personality trait he’d learned from his mother, whose
job it was to order other people around. Also problem solving skills were important. Hopefully the others wouldn’t mind.