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

[functioningperfectly]

Me as well. [HAL's not sure how much he wants to speak - if the walls have eyes (possibly), then maybe they have ears, too. And if that's the case, he would really prefer not to have the ship listening to them.]

I haven't been able to contact the network. Have you? [And then, because he really can't resist,] Are there others?

crawls on you stupid late whateverrrr

[doggedly]

Hey!

[After getting separated from your best mate and his more-or-less girlfriend--after endless walls upon endless walls--and corridors that stretch on to nowhere, and no doors--and finally seeing the creepy mural that you were mocking not two days ago (or has it been more than two days) (no, it's only been two days, he reassures himself)--well, it would be a relief to see anyone after all of that, but it's a special relief to see someone he actually gives a damn about.

It's going to be humiliating if we rescuers need to be rescued, Remus had said, and Sirius scowls at the memory. Stupid old Remus, the prat. Even now, they didn't need rescuing. Just... a door. Any door would do. Or a corridor that had some bloody end.

He grabs hold of the straps of the pack he's been carrying and runs after Nathan, trying to catch up.]

Hang on--that's the wrong way, innit--or really they're all the wrong ways-- Oi! Nathan!

[picnmix]

[ She's not the only one who's confused, because Nathan knows ghosts - has seen them, talked to them, and they're really just as bland as any other poor bastard, aside from nobody else being able to see them. But this, the teleporting and the magic tricks, that isn't how it works - so while someone else might assume, hey, ghost, he has no idea what the hell to make of it.

Except for it being startling as shit, of course. ]

Jesus. [ But he's not quite as scared as he should be, not after being so intimately stabbed - more bitter, pissed off, and so he doesn't bother trying to squirrel his way from between her and the wall, actually leans towards her slightly to better voice his spite. ]

You know you're shit in bed, yeah? I think you're meant to establish a safe word first, you mental fucking cunt.

[testgasm]

"This?"

He hefted the device in question into his arms, as if to give Lillith a better look.

"Oh, uh. This isn't a projectile weapon per se. It's a portal device."

[testgasm]

[As much as Wheatley would like to believe it, he knows full well that there are some passengers on this ship who would sooner have ordinary humans for lunch before carrying on a conversation--but it does seem as though there's a conversation happening, here, or at least the start of one.

He takes a step out from around the corner, still eyeing Hal suspiciously.]

It's Wheatley.

[--he says finally, keeping the portal gun raised, just in case.]

As for, ah. Where we are? No idea, mate. Got dumped out of the lift, so I wouldn't count on those working proerly. Can't make contact with the network.

WRAPS U UP also HEY CUTIE PIE GOSH

[picnmix]

[ Nathan is in a slightly shitty mood, and he's fairly certain he's either come off the worst high of his life or these are the actual worst drugs he's ever taken and they won't fuck off. Either way, his enthusiasm for finding an exit has waned. The endless halls and the trapped feeling and the futility of all of it reminds him vividly of being stuck in a coffin, and this time he doesn't even have his damn iPod.

But then there's a shout, and at first he's not sure he heard it - but then he turns around, and it's a familiar face (who is not a dog), and he can't help but grin as if he's just been rescued from a desert fucking island.

Catching up won't be an issue, because as soon as he registers that it's Sirius, he closes the gap and more or less assaults him with a thankful embrace. Just checking you're real, frankly. It's been a weird few days, and you're officially his oldest friend on-board now. After a few seconds of that, he places his hands on Sirius's shoulders and leans away, but the delirious relief is still very intact. ]

Jesus, I could kiss you, you beautiful bastard - I'm going mental out here by myself. I was starting to give the scary Banksy's names; I think I may actually be dating one of them.

[testgasm]

Wheatley seems equally confused, before he manages to put two and two together as she drops the portal gun.

She is about to have a go at him.

Despite managing to anticipate her movement, he still goes down hard when she tackles him, his own portal device flying out of his grasp and skidding across the ground as he tries to raise his hands to defend himself.

"Are you--get OFF."

This time, however, he likes to think he's a little more prepared--all he has to do is make sure she doesn't go at his neck, and he tries his best to kick her away.

"Are you MENTAL!?"

[testgasm]

Tried.

[He frowns, pulling out his communicator as if to emphasize. When it flashes no signal for the umpteenth time, he shows it to HAL.]

When I--when I do get on, half the messages are full of static. What I--I have managed to gather is that we're not the only ones. Ran into some other passengers, too. Just as lost as we are.

[cons]

[ this is wrong. ooh, yep, this is wrong. the sixth floor has doors, first off, the hallway isn't so barren, and there are usually at least two or three people on the floor with her. so, right off she knows she got off on the wrong floor. her hand reaches back to smack the call button, but it doesn't respond, it doesn't even light up. she can hear the damn thing moving, but it's only moving further and further away. great. so which floor did she end up on?

it can't be a passenger quarter, not with the way the hallway looks, just a deep bank that seems to last for miles without any sort of curve or break. even the empty halls on the upper floor have.. more going on, the dips where the kitchen opens up and the huge doors to the rec rooms. there's none of that here. her gun's out before she stops taking all of it in, her thumb slipping the safety off with a quick flick. ]

Hello?

[ classic horror movie mistake, but she's not in the mood for second guessing. ]

Hello? Anybody up here?

[functioningperfectly]

[Well. That's reassuring?]

If we cannot contact the network, how are we supposed to be found?

[HAL doesn't sound anxious, because he's not. He's more concerned with what that means for the other people in the corridors than what it means for him. He's certain he can take care of himself.]

The corridors don't seem to move for no reason. It's logical to assume that these hallways are leading us somewhere.

[testgasm]

[Wheatley, on the other hand, always sounds a little bit anxious, and countless hours (or days?) wandering these halls has only exacerbated his inclination towards the neurotic.]

Might be we're not supposed to be found.

[He certainly wouldn't be surprised if that were the case.]

If they--if we are being led somewhere, where do you suppose we're going?

Azari | OTA

[onlysaneone]

[ He was trying to get to the shuttle bay.

That didn't really work, considering the lift let him off on the wrong floor and then refused to open again once it had closed behind him.

He's not taking any chances down here, so he's prowling the corridors like a panther, his tattoos and eyes are glowing, and he's, uh... crackling a little.

With electricity.

Well, might as well be prepared to fight, right? ]

[darkholme]

I'd love to entertain the idea, but Communications probably checked the Network for tampering like that first thing. Trying to track where the transmissions are coming from and stuff. I don't think they'd send us all out here like this if it wasn't serious.

[ Sirius. it's official, that joke is stuck in her head forever. and it's not even a joke, it's just a play on his name! anyway. Remus is worrying, but instead of bringing attention to it, she just moves so she's walking right beside him, brushes her fingers against the back of his hand. it's ok. ]

We will be great rescuers, once we find whoever it is we're supposed to rescue. Half the battle was getting lost, which we've accomplished at great length, and now we just have to wait until we come across somebody that needs help. Easy.

[functioningperfectly]

[HAL's frown deepens. He doesn't know where they might be heading - and though his curiosity is definitely piqued, he's not sure that the ship is showing them to something good.]

I'm not sure. ...Maybe it would be best to keep walking. I feel like we shouldn't talk in one spot.

[staytofight]

...

Interesting.

[Garrett has his priorities all wrong, because he points at her and is very pleasantly surprised at the fact that she just had a supernatural meltdown in his general direction. He points to her with a bit of awe to his words.]

You're not human! Why didn't you tell me?

[NO WAIT HE'S GOT IT]

Is that wet dog smell?

[SORTA

BUT SOMETHING'S DIFFERENT

WHAT ARE YOU, WOMAN.]

[throwsdown]

[He chews at his thumbnail, which doesn't really work out because he ends up chewing the black gloves engulfing his hands; the suit under his clothes is always on, it seems. Mainly because he likes to be tough, just in case. See, it's important to be this prepared!

...]

I was going to my friend's, but then I was here. So I walked... I walked lots and thought I could find a new way to go.

[throwsdown]

[He salutes to that.]

Yessir! Which way should we go, mister?

[because like he even knows]

[throwsdown]

I--It's not safe, to run out there...

[He trails off, though, pulling his hands close in front of him as he looks at the gun, intimidated. Guns aren't that dangerous to him in his suit, right now, but he still remembers the time he'd been 'shot'. How bad it hurt. And Kazama had gotten hurt by them, too...]

[onsilksheets]

Even if it was someone she didn't really get along with, Bela was relieved. Maybe there was a chance of her getting out of here in one piece. Which is why she waves off Caroline's apology with a hand. "Don't worry about that. I'm just glad to see another person. I've been wandering around, getting more lost and confused. I don't even know how much time has passed."

She sighs heavily, leaning against the wall to support herself. Her experience had worn Bela out and not in the good way. Bela didn't want to die, not like this. She had a reason to go on and that reason was probably worried sick about her. At least she hoped he was.

"You haven't come across anyone else, have you?"

[onsilksheets]

Then they're all malfunctioning.

[It reduced their chances of being found.]

There has to be an internal communication system somewhere. For these kind of situations.

[Bela presses on down the corridor, checking to see that he was with her.]

[interns]

Nice to meet you, Mr. Stilinski.

[ even if it's under mildly stressful circumstances. and maybe she's just overreacting, there's a good chance that the lift down at the opposite end of the wall will work just fine and they can be on their way, but there are little details that are making her question that, making curiosity shimmy on over to just shy of wariness. ]

I guess we're.. somewhere in between the two, then. Noone's ever told me about stretches of hallway like this, though. There should be doors for passenger quarters, or at the very least a common room along the way. [ she's trying to remember what else about the ship people have told her, but all that's coming to mind is the maze she's heard so much about. there weren't many rooms off of those hallways in the maze, they just had to keep walking, avoiding the traps. but this didn't feel like that at all, this corridor left her with a vibe of simply just keep walking. ] Am I thinking too much? I'm thinking too much. Worrying, actually. Okay. [ r e l a x ]

[emerges]

Nothing like the ship's usual creepiness, if that's what you're wondering.

[ it'd been a worry in her mind too and part of the reason running into remus had surprised her -- the manticores could be lurking around anywhere. and knowing the tranquility they weren't even the worst bit. ]

I bet we could take them though.

THIS IS ALREADY GR8

[emerges]

[ she freezes mid-action and gives him a perfect deer-in-headlights impression. which she's trying to reel back too because no way is she going confirm or deny anything he might suspect. she doesn't have any experience with vampires in her own world, but watching enough movies has told her that vampires and werewolves doesn't usually end pretty ]

What? No. I don't know what you're talking about.

[ because no one ever got suspicious off of denial, right? THAT IS ALWAYS THE WAY TO GO WHEN TRYING TO COVER SOMETHING UP. ]

Didn't anyone tell you it's rude to tell people about their smells?

[incubo]

One way's the same as another for me, so yeah, shit, why not. [ he falls into step with merlin, pushing a hand back through his hair to smooth it down.

at the question about his diet, he laughs, the sound short and sharp. ] Man, I wish it was that simple. Nah, I'm an incubus. [ a glance toward the other man, inquiring. ] You ever heard of one? Or do I need to explain it?

1 TEARFUL REUNION as promised

[doggedly]

[Sirius' relief is younger than Nathan's, so it's perhaps a little less fervent--but only a little. One day alone in these corridors is enough to make you feel mental, as if you've been alone all your life and dreamed up things like actual rooms and doors and windows and walls that aren't grey or covered in terrifying paintings. He laughs, a little dazed and a little cheerful all at once, and he even does a few manly-embrace-back-pats for good measure--but he's recovered slightly by the time they draw apart.]

You what? The scary-- the murals, oh, no, don't do that, mate, you can do better than them. I say that as a friend. How long have you been down here--Remus and Raven and I, we were on this stupid rescue mission-- oh, yeah, here--

[He steps back so he can get the pack off of his back, and throws it open, holding it out to Nathan with a triumphant air.]

Would you care for-rrrr... let's see, that's the kit with the bandages and things, that's crap--but here's a packet of space crisps, and here's, well, I think it's meant to be candy--I tried to get good stuff, but they were shoving apples and things at people, disgusting-- [He grins up at Nathan, ridiculously pleased not to be alone just now; being trapped in the neverending corridors with someone who isn't a tit is a very wonderful bonus.] --and have I mentioned how disgustingly pleased I am to see you, I am disgustingly pleased to see you.