Ivan continued forth onto the walkway with the others, but as it began to undulate, his flinch reaction was to grab the rail. As gravity started to misbehave, his ears were the first part of him to begin freefloating. Suddenly, the rest of him started to drift up.

His grip on the railing only tightened as he tried to keep himself holding onto it. But, a wondering crate had something to say about that, pinching his fingers between itself and the railing. He shouted some pirate-flavored obscenity as he went into free-floating. He floated there for a moment, rubbing his hand until a rope presented itself.

Of course, he grabbed it. This was around the same time that Casey did, and he was thrown for the same ride, clenching into as much of a ball as he could amidst it. Casey being the bigger guy though, he probably didn't see nearly as much punishment.

"Case'!" He shouted when he witnessed the boar let go of the rope, reaching out to grab him by the collar, or arm, or whatever he could get ahold of with one arm.

"Hnngh!"

He would grunt with some show of effort if he managed to grab something solid on the boar, holding his heavy self with one arm, while supporting them both on the rope with his off hand, "Ya alright, matey?" He called down to him. Needless to say, he wouldn't be able to hold out for very long. Either his arms would give, or a malicious crate or kiki would have some input.

Though disoriented and shaken, Casey managed to countergrab at Ivan's arm, and looked up at him gratefully—but without the time to say anything. Instead, he suddenly pointed his gunarm up, past the rabbit, and loosed a flinch-fire flurry of shots. A falling crate was very nearly cut in half by his gunfire just shy of slamming the two of them.

"Thanks, Ivan, buddy," he grunted through the shower of splinters, foam peanuts, and machine parts. The next time the rope took a swing, he managed to wrap a leg around a railing and stabilize both it and himself.

Was the dive stopping? It was hard to have any sense of direction in that hall, but it felt like they were all being pulled toward the floor for just a moment... before the the airship suddenly and violently decelerated, as if crashing to a stop against something. From the sound of it, they had hit water, and from the feel of it, they were still pointing nose down. This was confirmed when every single member of the party at once felt an irrefutable inclination to fall up the corridor they had just been trying to climb, and, naturally, the rope to which many clung became a useless noodle.

And all the stuff they had dodged? Instant replay! It came at them from behind—along with roaring, foamy, white seawater, spiraling through the interior, and turning it into the world's angriest and most unsafe water slide.

A set of blast doors ahead farther up inside the ship (and toward their objective) lit up with a red, spinning light, and began slowly, heavily closing with a loud grinding and buzzing sound. It was probably in reaction to the flood; apparently, the ship was designed to also be a submarine, and was actively sealing itself off. They'd need to be in those doors, fast,They'll be shut next NPC post! and while it seemed easy enough since they were falling at said doors, they'd have to make it without getting snagged on any of those pipes or pistons, or crushed by any of the falling debris they'd just finished dodging.

Speaking of falling debris, there were also some of the Falco robots from the hangar falling in with them, too. Naturally, they couldn't fly with their nearly six foot wingspan and all the crazy nonsense going on in those closed quarters, so the things just clanged and clattered around with their eyes wide, cartwheeling like toy airplanes inside a shaken toybox.

As soon as the boar was stabilized, Ivan let him go with a nod acknowledging his gratitude. He, too, grabbed onto the walkway as soon as he was able to. There was apparently no time for rest however. The ship was most certainly out to destroy them; what happened next confirmed it. Gravity began jerking them around again, now in the opposite direction with crates and objects now falling in the opposite direction at them, and water rushing in.

Ivan dodged the incoming crates with some masterful pivoting on the railing he was on. The torrent of sea water, however, was much harder to dodge and it swept him up. The smell was familiar and usually he was fond of it...but this time it was trying to kill him. He tried very hard to steer himself as he slid down the walkway, undulating as it was. Worlds Most Dangerous waterslide was right, and he was riding it to victory.

"Outta the way!" He shouted to those closest to the door, it was hard enough keeping himself on the slide without worrying about dodging people. Although it'd probably be a blessing in disguise if he collided with anyone as he would end up bringing them through the doorway with him.