Yeah, but I didn't exactly post that I was planning on visiting a mad scientist's lair.

Pff.

yeah, but

that means there's a search going on for one of us, at least. that's good.

Will be, not yet, unless I've been out for multiple days.

He gets up and starts studying the jump and getting himself set to do it. Reluctantly.

yeah, guess so.

His mind unconsciously provides some helpful suggestions for angle of approach, but they’re clearly calculated for a different body.

Annnnd jump! Land just barely past the edge, tumble splat ow!

Groan. And we have to do that again.

Is that crashing and yelling in the distance?

It's got his attention. He gets up, and stands still and listens.

It is! It is crashing and yelling in the distance!

...good or bad for us, do you think?

Dunno yet.

He turns, and moves to one side wall and then the other, to try to tell where it might be coming from.

It seems to be pretty much perpendicular to the hall of obnoxiously wide pits.

Also the floor is occasionally shaking, accompanied by groaning metal noises.

Hmm. Sit down to not fall over? Climb down into the nearest pit? No obvious good actions at the moment.

The noises of mayhem continue. There's some screaming, some alarms, some small explosions—

Big explosion noise. Everything lurches. Jonathan falls down. Some wall panels and the bottom of one of the pits fall away.

oh fuck

grab the ladder

Wordless uncertainty and hurry.

He crawls over to the pit that — is now bottomless, or at least floorless — and climbs down and tangles his arms and legs in the ladder.

It's not clear this is better, but oh well!

The missing floor reveals debris, fire, escaped experiments, and a slightly exploded grid of LairStruct™ robotic beams that used to be properly supporting the floor and walls.

Speaking of which, the wall this ladder is attached to isn't feeling all that stable.

shiiiiit

climb or get ready to fall

Down does not look particularly pleasant; he's climbing. Sheesh, first I gotta go down, now—

And there goes the wall, and the ladder, and all.

Yep they are definitely free-falling onto pointy things.

splutch

He wakes up in agony.

oh. fuck    

          fuck.

     what

What’s happening? Where is he? What is making it so fucking hard to concentrate on anything but the searing throbbing pain in his—chest?

Perhaps it is the LairStruct™ I-beam that is supporting his body weight by way of having gone entirely through his ribcage.

That. would make sense.

(fuck fuck fuck fuck not a good time, boner)

He twitches, chokes, tries to look around, not yet quite remembering that this body isn’t his own.

It seems to be his for the moment. He successfully looks around.

Memory of their situation comes back to him.

(fuck fuck fuck)

...that’s. okay, weird, not sure what’s going on—

(fuck)

What’s he looking at, here?