<em>Your head is throbbing, vision black, blurry images drifting in and out as you lull on the edge of consciousness. You feel a sense of weightlessness, as if you were partially suspended, yet the regular pull of gravity, and the stiffness of your neck is helping you determine your position.<br/><br/>As sight and alertness slowly return, your eyes start to decipher shapes in the dark, a dirty pane of glass dominating your vision, a few cracks on one side, the other flickering with the orange hue of some nearby flame. The rest of the room seems quite plain, rectangular with an upturned canvas cot against the wall, roof grating hanging. The door is an inch ajar, but clearly jammed, sliding a fingers breadth and then halting, shutting again, pushing futilely against it's damaged mechanisms. <br/><br/>Your arms begin to regain feeling, numb and sore, bound to your sides like a vice. A tight metal hoop is around your midsection, and a pole connecting to it suspends you from the small of your back. Your feet graze the ground when you swing. <br/><br/>The room is uneven, descending slightly towards the broken door and window. The ship you are in must have crashed, to be aligned like this. It groans and creeks as gravity pulls it, giving you a few seconds of terrifying vertigo. You feel a sense of urgency. You should escape, quickly.<br/><br/>Your bonds have been damaged in the crash. You are not seriously injured, but your arms are bruised, and your neck and back are very stiff, possibly from the jarring impact.<br/><br/>You are both in the same situation, your cells directly next to each other. In the right cell, the window is slightly more damaged, the cot broken into several sturdy parts. Outside the window, mounted on the wall, is a red box, marked with the unmistakable 'Emergency'. It likely contains helpful supplies.<br/><br/>In the left cell, a young woman hangs from her damaged shackle, skin slightly bright in the fire's glow and the occasional hiss of sparks. In the right cell, a young man swings, but there is a strange mass on his back, tied down with strong canvas. It looks to have been applied with at least some care, but the crash as twisted it and tightened the bonds.<br/><br/>The walls shudder. You need to get out of here.</em>