Re: Retrieval Team
[As you fly, soar or jump to the ceiling, you get only the faintest traces of ozone on the air before it strikes.
Electricity crackles to life in an enormous net, lightning ripping through your body in a hellish current, turning your skin a bright orange a terrible, terrible moment.
Before you drop... upwards.
Gravity seems to invert and you all fall onto the gently curved ceiling as if it was now the floor.
Under where you've fallen, the tiles begin to shift patterns...]