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

Merlin - ota!

[servant]

[Sometimes he's convinced that the more things change, the more they really stay the same. He's on a spaceship - in space - and he's still doing a good eighty percent of the same chores he did back in Camelot. He's just able to do them much faster with machines to do the washing and a microwave that can cook breakfast in four minutes.]

[He's also still a dogsbody - not that he minds that. Melissa works hard herself, and needs all the help she can get. It doesn't hurt that she smiles at him and tells him to be careful, like he's going to get lost delivering first aid supplies. But that's just a mother's way, and he misses that sometimes.]

[Merlin's not even thinking when he steps off the lift, and the doors have already closed behind him before he realizes that he's not where he's supposed to be. And they're not opening for him.]

No one ever has these problems with stairs.

[Technology isn't all that it's cracked up to be, just sayin'. He tries the controls first, and after a glance down the hallways, magic. Neither one works.]

Alright. Not creepy at all.

[Practically his mantra through every strange hallway.]

waggles eyebrows at suggestively

[incubo]

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck this fuckin' jacked-up piece of shit excuse for a space-boat--!

[ why yes, that is indeed a disembodied voice spitting obscenities. thankfully, it's not missing a body for long, as a rather distinctive figure soon rounds the corner and nearly runs into merlin. he stops short, copper-coloured eyes wide with surprise, before releasing a long, relieved sigh. ]

Thank God. Where the fuck are we? [ a pause, realizing that was just a teensy bit abrupt, then finch pastes on a charming smile, extending a hand. ] Sorry, hey, I'm Finch. I'm lost as fuck and the lift isn't workin'.

what no flowers

[servant]

[Merlin stops, turns toward the sound of loud cursing with raised eyebrows. He pulls back suddenly at the corner, narrowly avoiding a collision.]

All right?

[He's trying to hide his grin, because it's sort of funny how the guy went from foaming at the mouth to a gentleman. Merlin takes his hand.]

I'm Merlin. Likewise. But I'm sure it's only temporary.

[Famous last words.]

Where were you headed? Uhm, before you ended up lost, I mean.

do dandelions count

[incubo]

Merlin?

[ he actually does a little bit of a doubletake, brows arching. well.. it's not the strangest name he's ever heard. after all, a merlin's a kind of bird, too, isn't it? maybe his parents hadn't been crazy mystics with tarot cards and energy crystals.

he shakes his head. ] You probably just, like, jinxed us or something. .. And you could say I was headin' to lunch, I guess. You?

i will accept this

[servant]

[Merlin opens his mouth to answer, but then his stomach does it for him with a loud, complaining growl. Merlin's groan follows.]

I hadn't thought about lunch.

[He was too busy worrying about being lost. But now that he's reminded, he realizes that he's starving.]

Delivering supplies for medical. Wish it was for the kitchens, now.

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?

[theshabbiestofmen]

[The hallways are lit, but Remus prefers to supply his own light as well. It's more dependable, for one, and the light from his wand seems to be far warmer and comforting. He creeps a little along the halls, suspicious now that the elevators aren't working, not pleased about this-- but it helps to hear another voice.]

I don't know about that.

[He calls that as he catches sight of Merlin.]

[servant]

Remus!

[Merlin's smiling brightly, like he's just been reunited with an old friend, or has suddenly found a way out of the maze of hallways. He hurries in his direction, eyes flicking curiously to the tip of the wand.]

That's handy. More so than the lifts.

[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.

[servant]

That's troubling though, isn't it?

[Merlin frowns softly.]

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

[theshabbiestofmen]

Well, to be fair, we have some people on here who are very clever with technology.

[blasphemous]

[One minute wherever he is happens to be perfectly empty.

Then she's right there. Meg has been showing up out of nowhere since 2006 take that Derek Hale and so when she's suddenly face to face with a skinny guy, she takes a step back.]

Sorry. I didn't know this hallway was occupied.

this is excellent i like this

[servant]

[Merlin just glances away for a second. And when he looks back, he's not alone. Not a bad thing, under the circumstances. But it's still sudden enough to be startling.]

Sorry.

[Merlin takes a step back and apologizes at the same time.]

I wouldn't say that it's occupied. I mean, I'm just passing through. Are you just passing through?

[And can I pass through it with you? Merlin doesn't say that part, but it's pretty obvious in his expression.]

[blasphemous]

[This is definitely not the way. Her hand runs into her hair, the light bit of tangles at the base of her skull not withstanding, she turns to look at the kid.]

I was planning on passing through, but I think I'm just going to end up further and further in. [Which might not make sense.]

[servant]

You mean more lost?

[Because that's the fear that Merlin's starting to have; that he'll just keep wandering and going further and further away from everything.]

[blasphemous]

Yeah, pretty much. I've moved through a few spots now and each time I still can't figure out if I'm going where I'm intending to.

[For the most part, she doesn't like the lack of control. It's meant to be one of her main advantages and to have it twist in around her, that's not cool.]

Sorry, I'm Meg.

[realslimstrider]

[The problem with corridors all seeming the same is how you can get further and further lost. Luckily, Davesprite can cheat the shit out of that and wave to any rules that thought they could stop him. Or maybe that's a bad thing.

Whatever he's doing it anyway.

He puts his hands against the side of the hall and pushes, letting go of tangibility to slip into the hall beyond the wall. At first it's dark, then he turns on his orange glow. It's like suddenly having a flashlight turned on in front of you.] Whoever made this maze is a sick fuck, it's like they just set out to torture people in the most boring ways possible. We can't be normal about this. It has to be psychological.

Like they're- [That's when he spots Merlin and holds up his hands.] Whoops, hello.

[servant]

[There's a glow in front of him. And a voice. And you'd think he'd be used to people just suddenly appearing in front of him by now, but he's really not.]

Hello.

[Merlin greets him back, brows drawing together as he just looks at him. Looks until he just has to ask:]

How'd you do that?

[Magic seems the obvious answer. But Merlin has magic, and the most he can do is unlock doors, not go through them.]

[realslimstrider]

It's just something I can do. Most walls here let me pass right on through. Only restricted areas seem to give me any grief. To answer the question, I'm not human. Don't operate by the same laws and shit. [He shrugs and frowns as his eyes settle on the mural on the far wall. Davesprite increases his glow so he can get a better look at it. It's not much to write home about and the same as the hallway he just left. Creepy and horror genre'd.]

Notice the murals yet?

[servant]

Yeah, I puzzled that bit out already.

[But he's thankful to see someone else, orange glow and all. But the situation seems even less promising now, if a guy who can go through walls is still lost.]

The paintings on the walls? Yeah. Any idea who painted them? They're unsettling, and that's putting it mildly.

[realslimstrider]

No idea who made these, but the theme... [Suggested things. Bad things. He frowns and shakes his head.] Anyway, I've been moving through halls at a pretty steady rate working my way west. Which direction did you come from?

Re: Merlin - ota!

[doggedly]

Merlin!

[Okay so now it's been ages. Days, possibly. Or maybe just one. It's difficult to say, honestly; when you're going down a corridor that just keeps going and going and going, without doors or anything, and the people you started down this corridor with have gotten lost (it's clearly their fault, Remus and Raven, because Sirius doesn't get lost--they might; he doesn't), and possibly you're beginning to be convinced that you were actually born in this corridor, that all memories previous to this corridor are an invention of a mind desperate to escape the fact that you were born in a corridor and will probably die in this corridor--

Well, when he sees Merlin, it's just about the greatest relief ever. It's a bit like getting lost in a shop and then finding your parents again (except of course Sirius hates his parents, so the metaphor breaks down around there, but the initial feeling is the same). He hurries to catch up with him, grinning--if he's found Merlin, then he's all right! Merlin can't possibly be lost, right?

Right. And Sirius isn't lost either. They are two unlost souls, and now they'll-- not be lost. Together.

....right.]

Oh my God, you're the first person I've seen in ages--what is with this damn corridor-- [He squints at him and his pack.] Didn't they force weapons on you as well, they kept trying to make me take something--

[servant]

[It's been long enough that Merlin feels tired and hungry. But there's no food, and no bed, and Merlin wouldn't stop for either of them anyway because it's been long enough that he's worried about Arthur.]

[Sirius is a balm to a bee sting though, and Merlin sighs with such relief that for a second it looks like he might cry. His tired legs can't carry him to the wizard fast enough. Silence and loneliness have filled his head with terrible thoughts: what if he's still lost on the next jump? What if, what if.]

I was starting to think I was the only one left.

[Merlin offers him a weary smile, before confusion takes its place.]

Who? And why would you of all people need a weapon when you have magic?

[doggedly]

[He grins at Merlin--tired, too, yeah, it's been ages in this corridor, but even being tired can't overshadow the fact that he's standing here with Merlin. Yeah, they'll definitely get out of here now.

He slings his pack off of his back, briefly stretching his arms over his head. Now that he's not alone, it's a good time to try and work some feeling back into his shoulders. Carrying a pack for what might be a solid day is not precisely something he's enjoyed.]

Tyke, and whatshis-- Kirk, the one that fancies himself captain, and his mate. They wanted everyone to take weapons--didn't they shove one on you? [And he grins a bit at that last bit, shaking his head sadly at the lack of faith in him and his magic.]

And-- I know! That's what I said, I said that I didn't need any help, but they were meaning for the weapons to be for people that are trapped down here? Which is stupid. Doesn't everyone go about with something to protect them? This ship isn't exactly a gobstones game, is it-- I mean, did you see those murals! What are those about?

[servant]

[Merlin tilts his head, mouth slightly agape as its wont to do, especially when he's puzzling something out.]

I didn't hear about any of that. Then again, my device thing hasn't been entirely reliable. And I've been so busy trying to find a door or stairs or anything that I haven't been paying as much attention to it as I should.

[And then it finally dawns on him.]

Oh! You're here to rescue me!

[SIRIUS THERE ARE STARS IN HIS EYES.]