Learning from the day before, Marco had dragged a bar stool into the left elevator, and had perched himself on there, next to the buttons that he'd decided that he would be pushing for the day. He wasn't sure that this was something he actually wanted to do, but it felt like a nice thing to do, and probably more importantly, a safe thing to do. Things in the tower had rearranged themselves overnight, whole staircases were missing, and all he could think of was how much it sucked to fall over a railing. He very much wanted people to stay away from railings. And stairs. Why the fuck would anyone even go near the stairs when there were elevators and they were freshly blind? That was stupid. And it he thought it was stupid, then it was stupid.
So, for the day, he'd sit in the little box, and he'd ferry people from their floor to the kitchen or wherever else it was they were supposed to be going. He expected the day would be quiet, maybe even more quiet than yesterday, because it made sense for people to hunker down. Most likely, people weren't permanently blind, so they could wait it out. But people still needed to eat, and he could be there for those people.
As long as they didn't mind him blabbering at them on the ride down to the kitchen, because sitting in an elevator all day was pretty boring, and there was only so much entertainment that the tamagotchi could provide.