Keep Moving

12:00-12:30

"Where are you~?" Amy called out to nobody in particular, walking along the upper level of the atrium. Miles waited for a moment before darting over to the other side of the entrance area. In front of him was a cutout of the Glamrock Gang, all posing under a sign that flashily displayed that it had "COMPLIMENTARY ENTRY PASSES-PLEASE TAKE ONE (1) PER GUEST!" Miles grabbed one and turned, before stopping. After a moment of deliberation, he turned and knocked the box over, spilling the passes onto the floor.

"Uhh, was that really necessary, Miles?"

"What? If anything, it might delay the guards."

Miles swiped his pass on the gate, which opened with the hiss of hydraulic pressure. He ran to a small stroller that had been left out, somehow wedging his entire body into the thing and pulling it shut.

"Alright, that thing can't really do much on its own, but you can upgrade it to get further into the Pizzaplex. There's an upgrade machine in Customer Service, if you can get in there. I'm not sure how you would, though, I'm pretty sure the gates are locked."

"Well, you said that the utility tunnels connect everywhere, right?"

"Yeah, but they don't all connect to each other."

"But if I could find one that did connect to it, then I could get in?"

"Yeah. There might be one in the restaurant on the second floor." Miles looked up and, sure enough, a giant sign for Nachos N' Rings was on the wall above him. After peeking out a gap in the side of the stroller, Miles got out of the stroller. He took a moment to steady himself before crouching and sneaking up the stairs. Amy was on the other side of the atrium, though Miles didn't think he'd need to hide from her as he passed a group of strollers and a brightly colored duffel bag.

That is, until a very loud, very obnoxious BEEP emanated from the watch.

"I heard that." 

Amy's head snapped towards Miles, and he swore he could see and hear a few bits of her plastic shell crack and splinter off from the force of the movement. Miles immediately dove into the nearest stroller as Amy tramped toward the middle of the stairs. Miles could feel himself shaking as Amy stopped right in front of him, pure fear shocking any capacity to make a noise other than his shaky breathing (quietstopbreathingSOLOUDSHUTUP-) straight out of his system. Time seemed to stop as she looked around.

Left.

Right.

After a moment, Amy turned and slowly walked away, resuming her routine from only moments ago. Miles opened his eyes (when had they closed?) and looked down to his watch. A new message had come in.

PRIVATE MESSAGING

PARTICIPANTS: STAFF WATCH 1981, STAFF COMPUTER 001

From Customer 29482: My cousin used to work here. You can use a magnet to screw with some of the machines. Get extra tickets, upgrade passes for free, things like that. Just have to use it at the right time.

Miles, confused, decided to send a message back.

Sorry, who are you?

Call me R. I can send you stuff when you get close to one of those duffel bags. Whether it's helpful or not, I dunno.

Sorry about what happened with Amy, btw. There's a setting somewhere to turn the beep off.

Wait, you can see me???

Let's call it a benefit of having technical know-how and a broken system for security levels.