EVENT; LIFTS & CORRIDORS

[ataraxites]

CHARACTERS: Ensemble production!
LOCATION: The Corridors.
WARNINGS: Space crazy, violence, etc.
SUMMARY: You may have simply been taking the lift with passerbys, but now you're hopelessly lost.
NOTES: Notes on the corridors.

Those on their way to meet a friend at dinner, or heading to their department, may never reach their intended destination. Instead, characters will find themselves in an unfamiliar part of the ship, abruptly stranded. All attempts to access the elevator will prove fruitless, as the doors cannot be pried open and the lift will not respond when called. It looks like you have no where to go but forward. Hallways will connect only to other hallways, giving you the impression that you're always on your way somewhere- but can't quite manage to arrive. Time spent in the hallways will seem endless, but with luck you may find a break in the monotony. It is possible for characters to find one another, which would be preferable, as it's probably safer traveling in groups. Those that spend an excessive amount of time in their own company will find themselves feeling increasingly hostile and paranoid, until even the walls seem to be watching. That may not be such an exaggeration, with those murals that continually appear...

Comments

[glassesonachain]

[Bennett makes a face, Simon has mentioned someone named River before. She just doesn't know they share a face. She knows she shares a face with that one guy's sister but she's never actually met that sister, either.]

Ah, I'm not River. That's not my name. I'm Bennett. Or Dr. Halverson if you, if you prefer that.

[sweetmotherofgod]

[She's done this before. Didn't have warning last time, either, just minding her business trying to get from her room to the gardens when pow! The ship had a sudden attack of being a Giant Floating Asshole and decided to get a bunch of them lost. This time it should be better; she's had warning, she's had the chance to make sure she's prepared - bottles of water, shotgun, ammo - she's even wearing the godforsaken jumpsuit instead of her sleeveless usual.

Except it's not better at all, because Takeshi's out here somewhere. One thing - one situation - which could have drawn her out into the hallways again, and of course it had to happen. So she's walking swiftly but not so fast there's a chance she'll miss him, keeping an eye out for a little boy. Or a little ball hiding in a corner. Or a little blur whizzing past like a bullet train, ready to freak out and lob someone down the hallway.]

Takeshi? Kiddo, you here?

[carbonite]

He wouldn't call this just a little turned around, but hey whatever the other man wanted to call it, who was he to judge? Han shrugs, glad that he at least bumped into someone rather than the long expanse of hallways that he was used to seeing.

"Don't worry about it."

That was a close enough indicator that he was glad to see another human, rather than just being an ass.

[carbonite]

Wait, wait, aren't you the one that gave me info about the bar? (this is han wondering if she had been wandering these halls for a year or --

he hasn't eaten in a while, it's understandable.)

[glassesonachain]

At hearing her name, she looks up to see Simon standing there and that immediately sends her into a frenzy of trying to gather up all her pieces of paper. She stuffs them back into her notebook haphazardly, not really wanting Simon to really see her have having a bit of a crazy episode. Having someone like Simon think she was completely insane was more horrifying than any monsters that could be lurking in the halls.

Her priorities are a little skewed like that.

"Dr. Tam, hello. Do you...by chance, have any idea where we are?"

[chromosomes]

That's good.

[ He tries to adjust his grip again; he doesn't want the kid hanging off him, and he's got more than enough strength to hold him. There's the worry that he'll accidentally hurt the poor kid, too, but that was what the dancing lessons were for. ]

Did the monster hurt you?

brian moser ➔ OPEN AS SHIT

[bloodplay]

[He disappears almost half a day after the first garbled reports come in, on his way from the 10th deck to Medical. In the long run, this delay doesn't mean much; it certainly hasn't done anything in the way of making anything that came after the lift seem less endless, for one thing.

On the bright side, it means he's had time to make some contingency plans. He also has what looks like a cross between a first aid kit and a gym bag slung across his back, chock full of what is totally first response gear and could not conceivably be used to murder anyone at all. Brian was never in the Scouts, due to the slight stumbling-block of having been locked in a mental institution for the duration of his eligible years, but it still pays to be prepared.

That goes for all outcomes, even the less interesting ones, though even as he reminds himself of this fact his fingers brush automatically against the handle of the flickknife in his pocket. Brian wasn't exactly of sound mind prior to this particular engagement, and spending who-knows-how-many hours playing the rat to the Tranquility's maze hasn't improved that any. Without the benefit of an audience most of the put-on mannerisms have already flaked off, and even now that he's slowed down his pace somewhat (because when you've speedwalked for three hours and gotten nothing, what's the point?) what he's doing more closely resembles stalking than walking -- wishful thinking on his part. The encroaching feeling of being watched, scrabbling like a caged animal against the walls of his mind, reminds him of all the wasted potential; maddening as it is, the deserted corridors are a near-perfect setting for what he does best, and in all this time he hasn't seen a single other person. All dressed up with no one to kill. It's frustrating and boring rather than frightening, and that puts him more on edge than anything else. At least the zombie-filled hellscape had some variety.

Speaking of which! It's been... well, a time since he last tested the waters, which is a terrible figure of speech to use since his mouth feels like sandpaper at the moment, by calling out and seeing if anything but his own voice returns to him. Futile as this has been every single other time he's done it, it's at least something to do. And considering what he's been imagining to fill the mental silence, he'd very much appreciate forewarning for when he ought to put on his gameface. He comes to a stop in front of a mural.]

You know, I like what you've done with the place. Kinda limited yourself with the palette, admittedly -- but not bad, not bad at all. It really gets the point across.

[Talking to himself. Or the wall. Either way, that's always a reassuring sign.]

[throwsdown]

[ ... Oh! He finally notices he's awkwardly hanging and finally clings like a small kid ought to.

Whatever the case for his dramatic appearance, he appears surprisingly okay. If not a little jittery from the close call.]

I'm not hurt! Sorry I screamed. I thought you were gonna try to bite me.

...

But you're not a monster.

[onsilksheets]

I was the one who told you where find it. But that doesn't mean I consider myself as a crew member. I was taken from my home against my will.

[Bela heaves out a sigh.]

I'm Bela. You're Han, right?

[chromosomes]

[ Oh. Well, that makes it easier -- plus now John can try to soothe him a little more, rubbing his back. ]

It's okay. No, I'm not a monster.

[ Genetically incapable of being one, actually, but he's not going to go around sharing that. ]

I'm a soldier, actually -- and on the ship, I'm part of Security. My name's John.

[killarevolution]

[Haymitch being a survivalist and a former player in a kill-or-be-killed scenario has only one instinct when someone runs into him- pull his knife and draw back, prepared for combat. Possibly even just forget the 'prepare' part and stab, but thankfully for Lydia, his reflexes are too shot to hell and he can barely manage to get on the defensive properly.

That doesn't stop him from glowering at her like he's totally intimidating and not a confused drunk with a knife.] Might want to watch where you're going, sweetheart.

( peter pevensie | ota )

[resplendens]

[ If there's one thing that makes Peter glad about this situation, it's that Lucy isn't here. So there's no need to worry about her getting lost (as he currently finds himself) on this massive ship. But Susan is here. And though there is a simple year's difference between the two of them, Peter had made it clear a very long time ago that she was under his care and protection just as much as Ed and Lucy were.

He's been wandering the corridors for who knows how long, searching for his younger sibling, or anyone else that might be a friendly face. One hand remains perched over the golden lion head that is Rhindon's hilt. Can never be too careful. ]

sometimes i just enjoy how i have icons that are perfect for this occasion.

[surrogates]

[ there's something to be said about the stubborn hope he had been clinging to that maybe jenna would show up before that week was up. he knows how this ship works and how if they went, there was always a chance that something could go wrong and he feels the need to protect elena so fiercely even if she is a vampire now and thus actually has the upper hand but this ship can do mean things to anyone and— he just worries. to be entirely fair, the fact that jeremy was staying behind is something ric refused to budge on, he can handle being with elena, if it had been elena and jeremy going with him, he's pretty sure he would have made a number of stupid decisions that he shouldn't if they run into anything.

besides, someone needed to explain to jenna if she managed to find her own way back. ric manages to grab another bag of blood for elena just in case and shoves it into his bag along with his cross bow, one of the damn guns from gunnery and a hand stake shooter. it's probably overkill but it won't kill him to be prepared.

might even save his life. ]

Ready as we'll ever be. There's another blood bag in my backpack if you need it. [ it's then that he moves to get into the lift. ] We need to stick together.

[carbonite]

Han throws the kid a skeptical look before shrugging it off and starting to wander off.

"That sort of defeats the purpose of sneaking up on someone."

Not that he was the sort of guy to succeed at that.

[carbonite]

Sure, fellow captive, whatever you want to call yourself.

(he crosses his arms, looking none too pleased.)

Guilty.

[mathematically]

[ That was and continues to be pathetic. No, honest to god, that is literally the only thought that enters Lydia's head when he glowers after that nice job of getting into a defensive position. You tried Haymitch, but no.

There's a pause before she just slowly raises an eyebrow. So much judging right now. ] Says the oaf who just rammed into me while he was stumbling around. And I don't know if you noticed but there hasn't been another person for a while and do you watch where you're going in an empty corridor.

[ Oh right. ] And don't call me sweetheart.

[throwsdown]

I'm Takeshi! I'm a kid. [since we're, yknow. Exchanging occupations.]

What's happening, John? Why is--are you lost, too??

[onsilksheets]

So much for the free drinks, huh?

[An attempt at humour from Bela. She wants to lighten the mood.]

Please just call me Bela.

[tigers]

[ For as much as Moran is listening for any noise, tigers haven't really been something for him to worry about on the tranquility. That and a tiger's paws don't make much discernible noise. He can't help but jump when something enormous and furry brushes against his hand, and he watches dumbfounded as the cat pads right by him.

It's still an odd sight, and he thinks it's Jaye. How many other tigers can there be onboard? ]

What's this? No hello, then?

[chromosomes]

[ Adorable. ] It's nice to meet you.

The elevators aren't working like they should be, and they're letting people off in the wrong place. But I talked to Tyke -- she's the head of Security -- and she's going to help us out with the people who aren't lost. Okay?

[carbonite]

(so, this was how he was going to die. it was really anticlimactic, now that he actually thinks about it. han always thought that he'd die in a blaze of glory or very, very rich on the falcon.

always the pessimist, he was actually starting to miss the gunshots from the death star or even at least dying at the hands of jabba, it would mean that he'd live to see another day and not at all end up wasting away in a hallway.

or at least, so he thinks until he hears her voice off in the distance. and he thinks that maybe he's going to get himself out of this. he gets up less than gracefully, hands following the walls so that he can stop thinking that the hallways are shifting.)

Who's out there?

[carbonite]

There's always a catch.

(his throat is way too dry to give her a dry laugh.)

I'll make a note of it if we don't die here.

[killarevolution]

[Wow. That's a lot of insults. Haymitch is suddenly reminded of Katniss- and not in the good way. Still, he puts the knife away and straightens up a bit.]

Don't stop now. I'm sure you could list off a couple more problems with this whole situation. All we've got is time. [And he's walking again. DONE WITH YOU, YELLING GIRL-CHILD.]

[chuffle]

[She turns, to look at him. She met him, this man, she thinks, once before. She flares her nostrils and takes in his scent, and bares her teeth slightly - not in menace, but in hello.

Not freaked out, that's good.]

[oikodomae]

[She takes note of the fact Merlin doesn't actually respond to her asking if he's alright, but when she checks him he doesn't seem to be hurt. Annabeth shakes her head.]

If these [holding up her NV.] aren't working, chances are there's a malfunction in the basic systems of the ship. The lifts weren't responding at all.

[Believe her, she tried everything. And by everything, she means she hit the doors and got really frustrated.] I'm just trying to find a room that will open that has a built-in computer system. Something that's not wirelessly connected.

[But don't worry about that brain-fart, Merlin. All it takes is needing to come up with a plan for someone else for those kinds of things to come up.]

The last thing I want to do is wait by doors when there could be another way to a different floor.