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EVENT; LIFTS & CORRIDORS

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...

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Yes. Unable to get back in, wandering for hours in corridors that don't appear to change, getting nowhere, etcetera etcetera. [A pause, a tilt of his head.] At least, I think it's hours.

[His timekeeping seemed to be compromised, considering the numbers his neuro-implant was giving him.]

[Josias raises his eyebrows slightly at the use of 'human' - rather specific, that, and not usually something stated so directly out of the gate.]

Should I take that as an assumption - potentially slightly rude - or are you one of the non-humans that can tell that kind of thing? [He's no sooner finished asking the question when his memory finally matches up with the man's face, recalling the entirety of the message over the network. He shakes his head slightly.] No, wait, sorry. Vampire. Eric Northman, wasn't it?

Mind clueing me in to what you're thinking?

[She could be more cutting but Bela was too weary. Besides, she's keeping a lookout.]

"Yeah? I was looking for him at first, when I got here. Part of me hopes he'll show up one of these jumps, just so I know he's okay."

Have you seen any supplies anywhere? [Because she sure hadn't and if she was stuck there for the long haul, they'd need something.]

[He has been in the hallways for days and it is starting to drive him nuts. Davesprite has started to begrudingly leave a trail of glowing feathers in his wake. They shine like runway lights behind him and he reaches for another old feather with a frown. He will run out of these at some point and going bald isn't in his agenda.]

People would laugh their asses off at bald wings. Oh no, look at those chicken wings. You can't fly anymore can you? Joke is on you fuckers, I can float and still sail high over head. Be singing free bird at the top of my lu-oh damn it.

[He skids to a stop with a ratty old feather in hand and takes a step back so he doesn't plow right into Annabeth.]

Hey. How long have you been stuck down here?

[If Topher he'd said anything he would have gotten the business end of a sword pointed at him. Davesprite has cleared the lifeless husk of an elevator and taken his place beside his other self. At the question he opens his wings and his orange glow flares to life.

With a sigh he plants the tip of his weapon into the floor and leans on it.]

Yeah, it's the Dave brigade. We consist of a pissy god and a feathery pain in the ass. The last remainants of the Strider Battlion, still strong and proud. What's going on, Topher?

Yeah, I told you we're both Dave. We as in plural Daves. I'm not the main one but Dave Strider was and is my name. Though technically it's Davesprite now. [He shrugs and lets his hands slowly lower to his sides. He draws his wings back in to show he's not about to pose a danger to the cat. The bird instincts keep screaming in the back of his head as he tries to relax.]

We came down together and one minute we were trying to find a way back, next I was alone.

[ cillian presses his lips together, clenches a fist, disappointment a sick lurch in his belly. ]

Right. No clue. I'm well lost.

[ a sharp breath out his nose. ]

Sorry.

Of course, i go swearing to do something and the universe moves against me. It isn't enough to make me reexamine my ideas, I have to get kicked in the face. [A voice of a teenage boy sounds around the corner. Davesprite has resorted to the age old habit of talking to himself. He doesn't see a thing wrong with it when it keeps his sanity in tact. Not that he has ever realized he does it, until now.]

But it's either this or go face king chuckles and the chip on his shoulder. I'm not sure which is better-horror halls straight out of Amityville or, former bff with his punch bird boy boner.

[Orange light slowly grows around the corner as the voice draws closer.] i thought we were fine. I had only started to leave magic notes taped to things. Appppparently not, big surprise.

[He steps into the open finally and rustles his wings with a restless unease before he notices the other person with a sigh.] I have got to stop talking to myself. Yo.

She scrabbles with him for a few seconds, and while his kicking her away does nothing she does in fact get off and scrambles to grab at his fallen gun. How on earth is she going to handle two portal guns while wandering the halls? Well...Chell's stubborn and spontaneous, not necessarily forward thinking.

She clutches the device to her chest, glaring at the ginger. No, she's not mental, she's pissed that he took her original device and hid it away until he decided to go wandering with it. And that he's wearing her original long fall boots.

~~It's insulting; you can't pull off her look~~.

[ Josh watches him turn and leave before glancing back after the manticore, then finally abandons the post to follow. If John's not worried anymore, he shouldn't be, right? ]

So what days is she from? She doesn't make you wear a cravat, does she?

[ Relevant questions. He rambles when he's nervous; hell, he rambles when he's not. Good luck, Reaper. ]

Nope. Dunno if my message ever went through or not, actually. I've been tryin' to get to the main network an' see if anyone else is havin' problems but I keep gettin' a time out.

[He puts the device away for the time being. Clearly it's just not going to do them much good right now.]

"Yes," she says quickly, "This is not a...not an ideal situation. Less than usual." Bennett tries to smile but it's awfully forced because she's still slightly worked up and ready to punch something in the face.

"I've seen Topher, though. The passage of time has been difficult to track precisely but it wasn't too terribly long ago. Maybe an hour. Not sure."

Dunno.

[ cillian pushes a hand through his thick hair, mussing it. time has passed, and he's walked a lot, been hungry and tired. but he has trouble keeping track of the days on the spaceship at the best of times. ]

Longer than I'd like to have been.

[ Hal doesn't even glance at Edgeworth when he offers his pants; it's the polite thing to do, really. The surprise of Deb's bizarre introduction is wearing off quickly, and the reality of the situation is settling back in. The gun, for one, and Hal's eyes don't leave Deb's face other than to briefly note the way her hand tightens on the weapon.

Whoever this woman is, she can see him in a way Edgeworth doesn't; recognizes him for the predator that he is, and even if she's doing a good job of playing it down, the tension is still there. It's something he's keyed into; something he has, in the past, found pleasure in causing.

Today, he's not sure how to respond to it. Shame is the first response, one he's trained himself to focus on - shame at the fact that he's a monster to be feared. But there's still the bitter taste of blood at the back of his throat, and it adds its own edge, drowns out better judgement with something much baser.

Because he is a predator, and she's responding like prey, eyes locked on him and defenses at the ready. And he's exhausted, and he's starving, and he can't deny the instinct any longer. It's like the flipping of a switch in his mind, and suddenly he relaxes (despite the perfect posture, of course), tension easing off his shoulders. His voice is steady when he speaks up again, smooth and assured. ]

It's been just over a day since I first left the lift. I have seen others, but the hallways have not allowed us to stay together long - and there are creatures here.

[ And, with a small trace of wry humor- ]

Creatures other than your turkey, that is - and I imagine they are somewhat more capable of doing us harm.

Ianto wasn't usually one for delving into the depths of the ship, especially after what happened to Neal and Tony, but needs must and all that. Tosh was missing, and there was a chance that she'd been one of the first to fall victim to malfunctioning lifts. If that was the case, they'd find her. And Ianto felt at least mildly more confident with Jack at his side. Of course, it didn't make the twisting hallways and a complete loss of any sense of direction any more comforting.

"I really have to wonder what the point of this is. If you were an entity who'd taken over a ship, is this how you'd get your jollies?" It's a silly question. Ianto suspects exactly how Jack would get his jollies.

[Godric shakes his head, having already forgotten the incident, as the altercation had been understandable, if inappropriate at the time.]

It's long since forgiven. It's easy to become emotional when you believe strongly in the subject you're discussing.

[And Godric can't possibly fault her for feeling strongly on that particular subject.]

"But we don't know how deep we are. We could turn that corner and there'd be a hoard of hellbeasts snacking on the last people to come down this way," Her pessimism is really getting out of hand, isn't it. Still, she follows him, even if she's making a habit of saying the worst things.

[ That isn't particularly convincing, but Hal doesn't trust technology as it is - something that hasn't been improved by the lifts turning against them - so he's not going to risk finding out what the gun actually does.

Meaning he's still slightly wary in spite of the poor job at lying, and besides, he's not interested in any funny business either. His attention shifts from the gun to Wheatley, and he sounds entirely diplomatic when he speaks. ]

Agreed. No funny business. [ A pause for thought, then- ] Have you encountered any of the creatures?

[He blinks, impressed]

Apparently.

[He gave her a nod]

Did you get to choose Octopus or was it just part of the deal?

[ The need to clarify earns a slightly skeptical side-eye from Nathan, but that's par for the course from him when he's in a bad mood, so it's not entirely personal. Either way, he listens before raising a hand to dismissively wave it off. ]

Yeah, sure, whatever. Look, we've all got our things; I'm hardly one to judge. Though I think you may have gotten a bit of drool on my mobile, the signal's gone to shit.

[ If he seems bizarrely accepting, it's true, and there are a lot of reasons behind it. The truth is, he's not really okay with it - it's more than slightly fucked up, and it's the first he's seen of actual things going on here that are unbelievable even by his immortal standards. But he doesn't have many people here, and he's both desperate not to push the few he's got away and sick and tired of caring, so the end result is a healthy mix of apathy and denial. ]

"If I'm being honest, I have no idea. Too long. That's the only truly accurate statement I can make," Bennett pouts.

"Getting lost in the hallways is stupid. Was stupid on my part. I could be doing something far more important than sitting here trying to figure out where I am," she complains. Then she smiles and starts laughing a bit.

"My normal approach doesn't work here. Logic doesn't apply."

[ Especially if he likes you, eh? That's nice. Weirdly, Nathan's not so sure, and it encourages the strange apathy in his tone to strengthen, even if he sounds otherwise relaxed. ]

Hey, I'm slim and graceful. I could've done ballet if I'd wanted to. [ Even the crisps get the apathy treatment, and he eats them casually between chatting. The hunger is there, but the appetite isn't. Either way, he's sunk down to sit with his back against one wall, legs sprawled in front of him as he idly watches Sirius go through the bag. ]

So what's your deal, then? Is the dog bit separate?

I wouldn't really call it fancy, it's more...No one has cut me off from signing up for classes. And...under these circumstances, the being lost and everything, I can't really say much about my sanity but people usually do. Think I'm crazy.

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next they'll paint their nails

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this is a really bizarre trio

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