Rock, Paper, and Scissors fell in a line down the chute. Rock kicked one of the sides in an attempt to make a foothold, only for the metal to rebound her force. Scissors tried similarly to create a foothold, stabbing her hand fiercely into the metal. Alas, it bounced off too, forcing them to rely on Paper's parachute maneuver to slow their descent.
After falling 8 floors, the chute finally opened up over a well furnished swimming hall.
"Oh thank god. Spread out for the landing," Scissors ordered, and they obeyed. Oddly though, the sound they made when hitting the water was more of a blurp than a splash. Sensing something wrong, Scissors kicked upwards to resurface.
"Muahaha. This will teach you to disturb my work. Have fun swimming in jello, you defective office products," an arrogant voice said from a drone hovering over the pool. Indeed, this 'water' was far too viscous; their every move was slowed to a crawl while submerged within it.
Paper first tried the eel paddle to escape, but even this somewhat speedy method would leave her out of breath. Thinking a moment, she curled into a spring and bounced through the liquid. Seeing this, Scissors turned her legs into blades, adopted a ballerina stance, and began slicing through the goop with every twirl.
Both escaped in a mildly winded state, prompting a sullen response from the drone.
"Perhaps I went too easy on this one. Oh well, next stage," the drone said before powering off and falling into the pool.
"I ruined my pants now, just great," Scissors huffed while looking down. They were not the expensive adaptive clothing richer heroes would wear, and hence they now looked like shorts. Her smooth porcelain legs were now on display to the world, making the hero uncomfortable.
"Hey, where's rock," Paper suddenly inquired.
"Glug glug glug glug," a voice from the bottom of the pool shouted. Reacting quickly, the ladies tied a rope to the now sinking drone. Within a minute, Rock had returned to dry land, dry heaving.
"Ugh, I hate this place," she said in between gags.
"Where's Antonio," Paper suddenly inquired again. They looked around, but found no trace of him.
"Maybe he's exempt from the obstacle course. Didn't we get in no problem the first time as well," Rock responded.
"Either way, we need to hurry," Scissors reminded them. The ladies thus approached a set of glass double doors, presumably leading to the locker rooms.
The swimming room descended into silence. But, if one strained their ear hard enough, the sound of whistling could just barely be heard. Seconds passed, and the whistling grew louder, eventually dominating the space. Logan had finally come into view, his feet stuck to the sides of the chute like a gecko. He surveyed the scene below him, before clicking his tongue in derision.
"Damn it, I'm not ruining another outfit."
With a clap, his legs ceased performing the splits. Logan immediately fell, but began jogging in mid air as if this drop would not affect him. His head had stretched no more than an inch before his foot touched the 'water.'
BOOM!
He shot across the surface of the pool, arriving on dry land in less than a second. The force of his sudden acceleration caused massive waves in the gelatinous liquid, which coated everything with a thick goop after splashing around.
"UGH! I hate this place!"
While stomping his feet hard enough to make cracks in the floor, Logan headed towards the locker rooms.