"I'm a bit of a stereotypical girl, I like musicals. Both the sillier Disney ones and more serious stuff like Wicked. I really love Wicked."

"Musicals are nice. I like country stuff, predictably enough. Though rock isn't bad. Green Day is a classic."

"I just listen to whoever the top slot on public radio is right now, I guess that usually means pop."

"Hm, my tastes end up including a bunch of stuff, on the rock side I'm more Evanescence than Green Day, and pop tends to be a mixed bag for me, a lot of it is too sappy for my tastes. As for country, I like a couple songs my Lady Antebellum and a few other artists I don't remember the names of."

"Johnny Cash is the one true country artist, I'll have you know."

"I'll have to check out some of his stuff then." Zahn chuckles. Conversation from there turns to preferences in tv, movies and games. They all exchange emails before parting to talk to other people at the event.

A few weeks later, Alice notices an invitation to a party at a new Frat House advertising state of the art facilities and challenging party games. Thinking back to the interdisciplinary event she emails Nick and Walta: "Hi there, Zahn and I really enjoyed talking to you a couple weeks back. I saw an invitation to a party on a university board, and it seems up your alley. Do you want to meet me and Zahn there?" She includes most of the text of the original invitation in the email.

I'll come but it had better not be the 'beer pong' style of challenging.

Sure, it'll be fun to chat again.

Alice coordinates their arrivals and the day of the party sees them entering a well lit lobby together. "Well this is intriguing." Off to one side are there tables with drinks and little slips of paper. At the end of the lobby is a single elevator door.

"Let's see what these say." He grabs a random drink and reads.

Each slip of paper has a descriptive phrase, some of them might be recognizable as song names, along with a corresponding twenty character alpha-numeric code on it. They are color coded. Red) Heartbreak World, White) Be Prepared, Blue) It’s Gonna Be Ok, Green) Children of the Sun, Black) Year 3000, Yellow) The Real World

"We supposed to pick our favorite song or something?"

"You know I'm not sure, I feel like the code is important somehow but I don't see anything to do with it. If this is part of a puzzle I think we should take one of each color of paper. It looks like the slips of the same color are identical." Putting words to action he drops a collection of slips into a pocket. Then he grabs a drink and takes a big gulp.

"If we have to pick I know Zahn's going to vote Heartbreak world, Be Prepared is from the Lion King so I'd go with that but I'm not strongly attached to it. Any preferences from the two of you?"

Walta shrugs. "Not really, no."

"I liked 'year 3000'," says Nick.

"Hm," she says then pauses to sip at her drink. "The only thing we haven't looked at is the elevator." She goes over and presses the call button. The elevator opens a moment later revealing a keyboard and a small display mounted to the back of the carriage, further inspection reveals that there are no floor buttons. "Well that's a bit weird. At least we know what the codes are for though. Walta, want to break the three way tie?"

"'Be Prepared' seems appropriate." She grabs what looks like juice and sips at it. "They certainly went to a lot of effort, huh?"

"They certainly did, the elevator is impressive." He fishes through his pocket for the white slip and once they're all inside the elevator he enters the code. The doors slide closed behind them and they feel an odd turning sensation instead of the normal up and down feeling of an elevator. "Do you guys feel that too, the turning sensation?"

"Is it not vertical? Dressed up as an elevator?"

Nick turns on an accelerometer app on his phone.

The accelerometer records no movement whatsoever. "That's weird," Zahn comments looking over Nick's shoulder, "Maybe it was something in the drinks? But, it didn't have any effects until the elevator closed and we took our first sips at different times. Some sort of binary drug is way above the level I'd expect for even the most elaborate frat party."

"Anything on the walls moving? Could be an illusion of some kind, doesn't have to involve the drinks."

Alice reaches out to touch a wall, "I don't feel any vibration. If there's an optical illusion it's pretty subtle."

"Or maybe they sprayed something when we typed in the code. Annoying. I didn't sign up for being drugged."