>>5253045Observing your handiwork, Mitz eventually gives you the nod of approval. “Lookin’ good, Stan. You’re a natural.”
You blink. All you did was twist a tube, though!
“Exactly.” Winks your instructor! “Keep it up and you’ll be doin’ it in your sleep, boss. Now try it on.”
Heaving the assembly onto your back, you can’t help but balk a bit at the weight–what the hell’s in this thing, anyways? <span class="mu-i">ROCK</span> GAS!?
“Close. Pressurized air.” Explains Mitzi as she moves around behind you. “I won’t bore ya’ with the physics crap, but the deeper you go the more air you suck up, so this guy right here will be your best friend.” Before you can ask, the Rent-A-Cop’s hand points you towards a small pressure gauge hanging off the ‘oculus’ or whatever. “When the needle’s in the red it’s time to go home.”
Hey, wait a second… bringing the gauge closer, you give its surface a few forceful taps–the stupid thing’s already in the red! Shitty machine!
“Dang, guess it’s defective.” Mitz groans from behind you. You’re about to take the gear off when you feel a hand dart towards the back of your neck!
‘<span class="mu-i">Hsst!</span>’
So, you whisper, Mitz is actually a <span class="mu-r">SNAKE LADY…</span> you always suspected it, but-
The big reveal is put on hold as your teacher wanders back in front of you with your rebreather in hand! Jiggling the breathing apparatus in your face, she brings the mouthpiece to her lips and takes a slow, deep breath. What the <span class="mu-i">hell</span>?!
“You gotta’ open the valve to breathe the air, dork.” Mitzi explains as she taps your pressure gauge a few times revealing the needle to be near the full pressure mark! “Your turn.”
Placing the rebreather in your mouth like a parent feeding a kid, Mitz nods with approval when it finally dawns on you to breathe. Taking a few more breaths of the surprisingly-cool air, you give your instructor a thumb’s up–say, this stuff ain’t bad!
“Congrats–that was the tricky part.” She concludes as a wry grin forms on her face! “If you lose hold of the rebreather you can just follow the hose near your shoulder.” Gently placing a hand on the tube next to your right shoulder, she runs her fingers all the way back to the mouthpiece. “Any questions so far?” Mitz whispers as she stares intently into your eyes.
Well…
<span class="mu-b">ROLL ME 1d100 FOR NO REASON WHATSOEVER. I’LL TAKE THE BEST OF 3 ROLLS!</span>
