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

tags without josh rambling make me feel nervous

[growling]

[ There's a delay while Josh somewhat ungracefully pockets his comms device and retrieves his gun, but then there's the click of the safety coming off and he's cautiously following.

And staying completely quiet, for once. He figures gun up and no more talking from John is a good enough signal to shut up. ]

josh with a gun makes me nervous

[chromosomes]

[ There's another corner to turn and there it is -- a solitary manticore moving down the hall, in the opposite direction. John adjusts his rifle, looks down the scope... and doesn't fire.

It should have heard them, but it doesn't come back. Just keeps going, moving away. Scared? (It should be.) ]

Scouting or bait? [ he murmurs; though he doesn't take his eyes off the creature, the question's for Josh. ]

[servant]

I was delivering them for someone.

[Merlin sets the pack on the floor before stretching his skinny arms up over his head. It wasn't really that heavy, and he's actually stronger than he looks (he'd almost have to be). But he has been wandering around for hours himself.]

The same thing happened to me. Does the ship really have no stairs? Whoever made it really didn't think things through.

[He might not know that much about technology, but he knows that things break. Merlin crouches down and starts going through the pack.]

Okay, what are your symptoms?

[Yes, let's play doctor.]

[intersection]

Casey- Casey! You know how I feel about guns, i'm not going to use this. Not on people or animals.

Just take it back, okay? Take it-- take it. [ Practically trying to shove the gun back at Casey, wriggling it in his hands like he was holding a venemous snake, Chuck whined petulantly before giving in and just holding it, making a face and following after. He didn't like guns. He'd never like guns. He didn't want a gun and he wasn't going to shoot it, but if that was the price to get to follow along and try to help out, then he'd deal with it. ]

But i'm not backing out. I told you already.

[ Wriggling his way into the elevator past Casey, Chuck huffed and leaned back against the wall. ] How do you even know that we're going to end up going to the floor everyone's stuck on? We could've just ended up on the elvator that takes us right to where we're supposed to go.

[sweetmotherofgod]

Nope. Right where I mean to be. 'course, I wasn't looking for you.

[It's not as snarky as it would usually be, because it's actually really good to see him. Partly just because his is a familiar -- and mostly trustworthy, as far as she can tell -- face and the longer she spends alone out here the creepier it feels, and partly because running into people gives her hope that she'll actually achieve what she set out to do. She's really counting on dumb luck to lead her to Takeshi, and if it's already lead her to one of her neighbors then maybe said luck is holding.

It's been a day and a half, so far as she can tell. Having a goal in mind is keeping her afloat when she otherwise wouldn't be. Russia, she thinks, doesn't look quite so lucky. She fishes one of the bottles from her back and holds it out. Peace offering, maybe, or a token of not-quite-friendship. Don't be nuts, Russia. Please?]

How long've you been out here?

[theshabbiestofmen]

Isn't it? Though I have to say, this is the first time since I've been here that they've broken. I'm impressed. Muggle technology has a habit of breaking down, I find.

all the better now that I'm with you, girl.

[theshabbiestofmen]

Trying to find my way back to my room, actually.

[He gives her an apologetic sort of grin and holds his wand a little higher. Lumos, he murmurs.]

Has it really been hours for you? Merlin, you poor thing.

[pitied]

[She sees him not far off, and he doesn't exactly look good. Being a doctor is far too ingrained into her, and she can't help the sudden concern. Stepping closer, she bends down to check on him.]

Are you alright?

o h ok then

[incubo]

[ despite himself, he laughs at the growl of merlin's stomach, shaking his head. ] Damn, I wish the kitchens would do shit for me, but my lunch is kinda'.. alternative, you know?

[ he runs a hand through his hair, huffing out a breath. ] So I dunno' about you, but I really don't wanna' go wandering these fucking halls alone. You wanna' pick the direction?

[mutelunatic]

Her expression is confused at first, seeing the ASHPD first and the boots before seeing the actual person who approached her. But she's a quick thinker, it doesn't take her long to register, and her face twists into a snarl, glaring at Wheatley as he raises his gun.

For a second, she does nothing as he speaks, her muscles coiling, body tensing, holding her portal gun at a more threatening height if only because it's a natural reflex. But this tension only lasts momentarily, as she drops her device (honestly, the ASHPD has taken and survived far more nasty falls so she's not particularly worried) and leaps towards Wheatley, moving to try to wrench her original gun out of his grubby ginger hands.

Yeah, fancy meeting you out here too, portal gun and boots and all.

[skindeep]

[At first Noah thinks it's a child, which is bad enough. But then he recognizes that hoodie from the last jump.]

Cillian?

[He touches his shoulder gently, reaches to move the hood back from his face. Now he's in danger of panicking. Noah wanted him back in their room, eating jelly beans and opening a tin of tuna for Edgar, cursing his boyfriend with that thick, endearing accent.]

[supfirehawk]

"You won't be?" She was getting the impression she wanted the guy out of the way just as much as she did.

swoons into your arms

[emerges]

It feels like hours, even if it hasn't really been. I swear the hallways never used to be this long and confusing.

[ she gazes curiously at the way, waving her hand in front of the light as a sort of test. ]

No chance you can magic us back, can you?

what a pussy daaaang

[theshabbiestofmen]

Yeah.

[He pulls a face. The impulse is there to apologize, to swallow his pride and hope that Nathan doesn't start avoiding him-- but something stops him.]

At least now you know why I reacted the way I did when you asked to be changed.

[theshabbiestofmen]

[But of course it reacts just as a flashlight would-- the light being blocked when she puts her hand in front of it.]

No, sorry. The ship is moving-- if I were to magic us to another location, I might accidentally put us in space. Not something I'd want to risk.

[emerges]

[ is erica seriously still considering it? no, not really, but she does appear crestfallen at the idea that she still hasn't quite found a solution to getting out of here. remus appears to be just as lost as her, but at least they can keep each other company. ]

I'm not that desperate yet. [ she glances over her shoulder to where she thinks the turn back to the elevator had been. ]

But you can bust open doors with that, right?

[theshabbiestofmen]

I most certainly can. Though I don't know if I can make it work-- but at least we can head to another hallway.

Yeppers! :)

[justdumbluck]

[Having grown to expect the worst on the Tranquility, Firo didn't actually expect someone to respond to his call. His surprise at seeing something around the corner is betrayed as he drops back into a better stance and tightens his grip on his knife.

A second later, when he registers the voice and the fact that this person looks refreshingly un-bloody and normal, he relaxes and unconsciously moves the weapon closer to his side where it's less conspicuous. He looks Dave up and down to verify that it is indeed a normal person.]

...Oh. Um, sorry about that.

[He scratches his head sheepishly.]

I thought maybe you were... You know, one a' those weird things they've got lurkin' around in here.

[emerges]

[ she walks up to the other girl, trying to stay at the normal human pace she'd gotten going near the tail end of that run and shoots annabeth a bright smile. can't hurt to try and seem extra nice when asking for help, right? ]

And you were Annabeth. I'm fine, yeah - just a little bit lost. I don't suppose I can ask you to point me back in the direction of the stairs, can I?

[emerges]

I guess it's worth a shot.

[ she's antsy enough to keep moving, at least. who knows what else might find them if they stayed there any longer? ]

I think I've turned around and around here enough times. You want to pick which way we go?

[ghostthatlingers]

[What. If that was true, that might be their way out of here.]

Did the gel and gun show up in your locker?

[andblockbuster]

They conveniently disappeared before the ship started eating people. I'd say that's pretty smart.

[....AND NOW HE'S JUST STARING.] Dude, maybe you should find a better outlet for your anger. Or make friends with Isaac. That guy has a thing with dismembering hellbeasts that's super balanced. You could compare notes and then go to fight club and beat your chests or something.

[nothlit]

[he gets stuck in the clothing and once he's finished the morph, barely in time before Mordecai turns around, he sighs inwardly. it was along shot, anyway, but at least he wasn't trapped. and, he figures, if it was going to be anyone, it might as well be someone he already knew.

he thinks he would have preferred it was Merlin. at least he'd already known something was odd about him. bu the number of people learning about him up here was alarming, especially after going so long on Earth with hostiles everywhere.

but then again, Earth wasn't an enclosed space of a couple hundred people.

Tobias cocks his head, and his feathers puff a little and he looks somehow indignant. though he hadn't really thought through how he was going to carry his communicator without his bag— this hadn't been a problem before. he'd planned carefully.

it really only could have been a matter of time before the ship got him.]

< No, I couldn't. > [he says blandly.]

[servant]

[Alternative. Merlin tilts his head at that, but first things first.]

Honestly, I'd like the company. What about this way?

[He gestures in the direction he was heading before taking a step.]

So what does 'alternative' mean, do you eat your food raw?

[Merlin places his hand against his stomach again, trying to quiet its protest for him bringing up food again.]

[servant]

That's troubling though, isn't it?

[Merlin frowns softly.]

The entire ship could break down and we'd have nowhere to go.