Danny was given a gentle push by the walls as they appeared and put him and his companions in the pit. With four other people and only about three metres in either direction of room, it was going to be uncomfortable,. Danny was unable to get a running start on a climb or wall-jump, which would've been preferable.
Then again, these tasks were not meant to mirror day to day life,
mostly.
"Hmm," Danny hmmed, looking at the four walls and the green marker out of his reach and constrained by gravity, "I think we have to climb out."
Danny jumped up and tried to get a grip on the wall, but the smoothness and sterility of the wall gave him no vertical movement. He then wondered about something:
This place is made of little cubes. He started, scratching his chin and remembering how ,
Little cubes have sides, edges, something to grab onto. He started to feel the wall and started drawing with his finger against it, trying to find the edges,
Therefore, even this wall must be made of cubes, somehow...
He kept on trying to see if this course of logic was on the right track, prodding and poking the wall, trying to get some lease without explaining to the others. His heart rate slowed down as he went into concentration.