After about a minute, the elevator finally reached the ceiling, and passed through into darkness. A light came on. The elevator had stopped, amidst another cylindrical chamber, narrower and dimly lit. More character models, dressed in black, surrounded the elevator, and were pointing what looked like quite real weapons at the group. But, before not to long, they dropped their weapons, bowed their heads, and folded their hands behind their backs. Lights flickered on, leaving the room still quite dark, but also revealing dozens more black-robed figures against the walls. Some were holding instruments, and began to play. Others held nothing, and began to sing.
As the elevator began to rise again,
their song became apparent.
((Didn't see that.))
Kyle shakes his head.
"Well, that's okay. Anyone else?"Several more people came up, in turn, to speak. A man with an enormous moustache and an implacable accent made a long speech about families and loved ones back home, and how they must not lose hope of seeing them again one day. Some of the odder-looking people looked slightly uncomfortable during this. A cyan-skinned person, who notably lacked a wrist device, came up to thank the congregation for their acceptance where others had been suspicious. The dragon with the jar-brain spoke next, its voice sounding like an electrolarynx, and told everyone to remember to give to the town clinic whenever they could, as there are so many needing treatment but there are so little healing supplies to go around. After that, the preacher returned to the stand to make some more announcements, such as an upcoming interfaith basketball game. The whole scene had a bizarrely
normal quality to it.