It seems a simple enough premise...pay your money, talk to the curator, and get locked in a room with a few objectives. In everything, there is a clue to a larger piece of the puzzle, and thus, freedom. They give you an hour. Plenty of time to best this silly game. And what's with the décor? Maybe we chose the wrong room? Shoot, the timer's already more then half way past the hour...were these lockboxes always so high up? A voice crackles over the PA:

Detectives, you have twelve minutes to win your freedom. Fail to do so, and the local orphanage gets an influx of rugrats. Perhaps if you make it out you'll give our other room a chance? It's properties are a little more...transformative, so to speak. Well, wishing thinking anyway...Even with the key, I don't think any of you are tall enough to reach the lock anymore...

And with that, the voice crackles out. My friends are already changing, their clothes along with the resurgence of youth. Words get harder to read and the change seems to arc through our hands, changing important parts of the solution into childish baubles. I feel my underwear thicken and my pants loosen. I don't think we're getting out of here to try the other room...

 Kircai
 kitcoon
 acepup