what’s with these people and mazes?

He tries to think through how they would get through that — but, no, if they get turned around and get lost...bad outcome. (This one, he doesn’t dwell on.)

— what, you haven't tried drowning?

i’d definitely need a spotter or something to try drowning. i don’t wanna get stuck at the bottom of a lake forever or something.

Yyyyyyyeah.

He heads for the ladder.

so, we can try the jump, we can try drowning...anything else in here?

You got any superpowers you forgot to mention?

He heads for the rope-bearing walls and starts to climb.

As they climb — his heart wants to start racing, but he doesn’t have his own heart anymore, so there’s just a building, twitching excitement in the back of Jonathan’s mind.

far as i know it’s just the healing thing. but, like, how would i know, really?

Don't get too excited, I'm just looking around.

The net is rope knotted with itself and fastened to the wall every so often by passing through metal loops. The I-beam is attached to the ceiling with chains welded on and otherwise isn't particularly interesting on top.

i like high places anyway.

He contemplates the netting. If they had something sharp, that’d be helpful.

—the top ends of the net are attached with knots.

Untying a rope other than the one supporting his weight requires getting sort of nestled sideways and using just one hand to work on the knot, but is doable.

ha!

The idea that this is a solution they didn’t plan for fills him with joy.

...he also passively appreciates occupying the body of somebody attractive being very physically competent.

okay, we’re getting somewhere...

He contemplates the beam.

if we get a whole rope loose we could knot up one end and try to toss it over.

Workin' on it. Going to give the bridge a try first, though.

The knots within the net make each rope take a zigzag diagonal path, so he's working down and sideways, but freeing plenty of rope.

sounds like a plan.

He’ll just enjoy the journey.

The journey ends on the floor. They now have twice the height of the room in rope, which is really rather a lot of rope.

He spreads out the rope and starts tying some new knots. The thoughts that leak are of choices of knots and eyeballed geometry and the feeling of throwing things.

He just watches. His own geometry leaks, when it's appropriate.

Okay so this part is a mess of a weight on the end and that part following it is a net to try to catch on the corner of the bridge.

Throw. Miss.

Throw. Hit and slip off.

That’s pretty good ropecraft. Watching this now.

Okay this does not work let's try another strategy. Untie the mess, should have been neater about it, make a loop with three (more well-structured) rope lumps spaced around it.

Fling-splat.

The multiple weights cause the loop to tend to fly open, making a much more coherent projectile. It's still new, though.

Fling-catch!

He resists the temptation to give it a yank and instead walks back carefully, adding tension and eventually — yep, pulling the bridge down, crash.

wooo!

Nope, still can’t fistpump. Accidentally tried anyway. Whatever.

Jonathan's mode of expression is more in his stance than gestures, but there's some celebration there.

Then caution; is this assemblage of scrap wood and panels of some-synthetic-or-other actually sound and not trap-laden? Toe-poke. Okay. Gather up the rope. Across bridge and onward, still keeping eyes out.

He can’t quite be a second pair of eyes, but he could potentially notice things that Jonathan doesn’t, so he’ll be watching too. Not that he really has a choice, but hey.

Nothing inanimate or otherwise waylays them before they reach the windowless, bland exit door. He opens it, revealing —

A hallway leading up to the bottom of a climbing wall.

The handholds on this thing are very sparse. It looks like it’ll be difficult to scale, although most of it can’t be seen from here.

He steps forward, though still keeping an eye out for surprises. They probably haven't been so kind as to provide any gear, or something to toss this rope over, have they?