...well, that didn't work.
Clang.
Looking over, James saw Simon struggling to insert a key.
Wait, what?
Clang.
"That doesn't make sense," James said, looking at the keyhole. "All the keys have to fit. That's what they do; fit in, send a signal to the door. Then why..."
Whatcha gonna do, little buckaroo? | i be pimpin' madoka ficsJames took another key at random from the wall and tossed it to Simon. "Try this one; see if the same thing happens."
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Whatcha gonna do, little buckaroo? | i be pimpin' madoka fics"Feel anything?" James asked, stepping closer to Simon.
Whatcha gonna do, little buckaroo? | i be pimpin' madoka fics"...wait. Wait, take that out. It's possible I had the right idea. The keys on the wall are the distraction. When I checked the room, I didn't check that slot. So if you're finding something flat and metal like a key in there, maybe..."
Whatcha gonna do, little buckaroo? | i be pimpin' madoka ficsJay sighed in relief. They would live for another...thirty minutes, he guessed.
Nodding at Simon, he waved a hand at the keyhole. "After you."
Whatcha gonna do, little buckaroo? | i be pimpin' madoka ficsJames shrugged. "They look identical. It seems to be a simple coin flip decision. We should all stick together—assuming that one door leads to an area more 'beneficial' and one leads to one 'detrimental,' if we, as a group, go into the 'beneficial' door, we all benefit, and if we all go into the 'detrimental' door we at least have each other to maximize our chances for...not-dying. If we split, then at least some of us will go into the 'detrimental' door, and they'd fair worse than all of us cooperating. B it is, then."
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Violet doesn't have pockets, so she looks inside her shoes and anywhere else she can think of.
The last battle's curtains will open on stage!