The elevator and beyond...
Another jaunty ding! signals the end of the elevator journey to the garage. Standing inside are an unlikely group, consisting of a stocky man in a fedora, a shorter female with purple hair, a diminutive elephant, and a baby Triceratops in a sparkly pink bulletproof vest. To whit: Indy, Mel, Stampy and Cera.
"Basement. Miscellaneous storage, parking garage, and access to Oompa Loompa tunnels," Indy announces in his best elevator attendant voice. No longer in possession of multi-function spectacles, he prepares to brave the pitch blackness to find the light switch, as is the normal procedure. It should be ten paces along the right hand wall if things haven't changed.
The door slides back...
...and light floods into the car. Followed by a wave of humidity.
That in itself might not be enough to explain why Indy balks. Other people sometimes leave the lights on, and the garage is not air conditioned. The reason he stops and stares is due to the brand and source of the illumination. It is not the high frequency artificial glow of strip lights. It's natural light. And it's shining in through a cavernous opening about fifty yards away.
Stretching towards the daylight is a very uneven rock floor, with a ceiling to match, both sloping downwards at a fairly steep angle. There are walls close on either side, dark and craggy and sheened with water and algae. Water also drips haphazardly from the roof, splashing into puddles and crevices below.
Beyond the cave mouth is a chunk of clear blue sky. And under the horizon is a distant carpet of treetops, lending a certain sense of height to their location.
"Uh... this is new."
"Basement. Miscellaneous storage, parking garage, and access to Oompa Loompa tunnels," Indy announces in his best elevator attendant voice. No longer in possession of multi-function spectacles, he prepares to brave the pitch blackness to find the light switch, as is the normal procedure. It should be ten paces along the right hand wall if things haven't changed.
The door slides back...
...and light floods into the car. Followed by a wave of humidity.
That in itself might not be enough to explain why Indy balks. Other people sometimes leave the lights on, and the garage is not air conditioned. The reason he stops and stares is due to the brand and source of the illumination. It is not the high frequency artificial glow of strip lights. It's natural light. And it's shining in through a cavernous opening about fifty yards away.
Stretching towards the daylight is a very uneven rock floor, with a ceiling to match, both sloping downwards at a fairly steep angle. There are walls close on either side, dark and craggy and sheened with water and algae. Water also drips haphazardly from the roof, splashing into puddles and crevices below.
Beyond the cave mouth is a chunk of clear blue sky. And under the horizon is a distant carpet of treetops, lending a certain sense of height to their location.
"Uh... this is new."