It was a graveyard smash! (Terry and Dragon are terrible thank them)

[theboywhodied]

THE TRAPPED IN A COFFIN MEME

You and one other are trapped together in a rather small coffin. Both alive, don't worry! For now.

How did you get there, and how will you escape? All up to you!

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[morphitudinous]

Billy braced himself against the walls, mentally preparing for a fight. If they were going to have a chance to survive, they need to focus and coordinate. He tucked his head into the opposite corner.

"Ready."

[anwei]

She hoped against hope that some mourner wasn't waiting above the; if so that mourner was about to get a hotfoot. Or worse.

She fired, and felt the cloth against her knuckles heat, and smelled smoke. The laser had cut though the box and was now searing into the earth around them. Was it wet, so that the steam displacement would open a air vent? Was it stone, and they would drown in lava?

The smoke was getting thicker. Grimly she pressed more of her sleeve against the wood, and used her other hand to shield it as well, ignoring the blisters forming on her hands. The laser didn't need oxygen to burn, she had to keep it going....

She flicked it off and immediately pressed the lens against the heavy sleeve of her jacket, trying to feel if the clear material covering it was damaged. She flicked it to safe, visible light and turned it on, showing a tiny clothed-lined space and smoke.

Was the smoke moving, drifting towards the hole in the corner of the box?

[morphitudinous]

Billy couldn''t bring himself to risk breathing until he absolutely must. They were on the edge. If her plan didn't succeed, the smoke will quickly kill them. If it did, though, and there's some air, they might just have a little more time to attempt breaking free.

He wished the old idea of safety coffins had caught on. It'd be really useful to have a bell to pull on or a built-in escape vent sometime.

"That's one strong laser," he whispered, the only thing he could think to say.

[anwei]

Anwei breathed through her nose, which hurt; but better a scorched nose than a scorched windpipe.

"Meant to signal ships in orbit," she said, and fired again. The laser itself was getting warm in her hand; it wasn't meant to be used this way...

But this time when she pulled back and switched to normal light, she could see the smoke start to thin as the heated air moved up and out. She put her fingertip to the hole and felt coolness moving past it.

"Think we're through," she said, and hunched down as far as she could. "Try to get some air."

Billy was larger, therefore he needed more air than she did. He might be able to wriggle closer to the venthole.