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Entry tags:
- !event,
- agent texas,
- agent york,
- alaric saltzman,
- angel,
- annabeth chase,
- ariadne,
- bennett halverson,
- brian moser,
- caroline forbes,
- chuck bartowski,
- cillian quinn,
- dave strider,
- davesprite,
- debra morgan,
- dr claire saunders (whiskey),
- elena gilbert,
- emily kostich,
- emily thorne,
- epsilon,
- eric northman,
- firo prochainezo,
- francis barton,
- garrett,
- godric,
- hal yorke,
- harry osborn,
- haymitch abernathy,
- heather mason,
- heine rammsteiner,
- jay burchell,
- john "reaper" grimm,
- john casey,
- josh levison,
- josias st. john,
- kara "starbuck" thrace,
- kaylee frye,
- laughing beauty,
- leoben conoy,
- leonard church (alpha),
- lilith,
- loki laufeyson (616),
- lydia martin,
- meg,
- merlin,
- miles edgeworth,
- mordecai,
- nathan young,
- nill,
- peter parker,
- peter petrelli | au,
- peter pevensie,
- raven darkholme,
- rey,
- sebastian moran (d'urbervilles),
- selina kyle,
- sheriff stilinski,
- simon tam,
- stefan salvatore,
- steve rogers,
- susan pevensie,
- takeshi,
- tate langdon,
- tobias,
- tom mcnair,
- topher brink,
- vernon milton boyd iv,
- wheatley,
- wichita
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.
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... |
HE IS TRYING 2 B NICE
In any case. He's never seen desperation, from any of the vampires, but he can imagine that it's deeply unpleasant to suffer a lack. To go hungry. And if this man isn't aware that there are people who will volunteer - ]
If you need to feed, sir, then I can assist. I find the idea of you doing so by means of fangs quite distasteful, so if it's possible to find a needle by which we can draw blood that will be quite preferable, but I'll do what I must to ensure you do not suffer unduly before we find our way back.
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A bird squawked piercingly in answer, and the swearing grew louder.
And in stomped Debra Morgan wearing a man's dress shirt and no pants and carrying a submachine gun. ]
...being fucking stalked by an attack turkey in a motherfucking maze, what the happy horseshit...?
Edgeworth! Hey! [ brightening, and shifting the UMP up to her shoulder ] Thank fucking god, I've been walking for hours and the network's down. What in fucktopia is happening and - ?
[ noticing Hal ] Hey, you okay? [ He's covered in blood and he looks...hungry, and even Deb with her poor instincts about dangerous people can tell this looks like bad news. ]
[ in the distance, the turkey shrieks again, wrathful ]
lmfao i am still laughing that tag is artwork
A woman with horrifying manners and no pants on? That does the trick. He's still staring at Edgeworth (not Edgeworth; his neck) when the cursing starts to filter though, and it takes a moment for him to realize what's happening. Then his brows knit together in concern, and his glassy eyes regain some depth as his brain kicks back into action.
There's still a delay after she speaks to him, and it takes some effort to snap his attention from Edgeworth to Deb. When he does, he looks either phenomenally frightened or phenomenally affronted. Possibly both. ]
Fine. I'm fine. [ He doesn't sound or look it, and there's a feverish sheen of sweat on his face, skin pale and eyes dark. ] Sorry, did you say - did you say attack turkey? [ He heard it screaming, but he still says the words as if they're offensively bizarre. ]
it is so gorgeous
Lt. Morgan; good day. It's good to see you.
[But he's glancing back over at Hal; as he does, he actually has the sheer, unparalleled stupidity necessary to pull an apologetic face at the man. I am sorry you were interrupted, but things will be difficult now; I'll keep your secret, so you needn't worry. Then, finally, he looks back to Deb...and now actually looks at her, at her state of undress and what she's carrying, and he pales and drops his hand and takes a step back.]
I - You - Why do you look like that?
aw you guyyyyys. *blushes*
[ She was keeping a wary eye on Hal as she spoke, and now shifts her gaze over to him fully ] And...yeah. A fucking turkey. I mean I don't know if it's been trained to attack or it's just got a natural fucking gift, but the bastard thing's been following me around for at least two hours. You're...sure you're okay? [ Because bro, you are drenched in blood. That's not a conventional definition of "fine." Even by her family's standards. ] You've got a little, uh ...? [ Doing the "something on your face" gesture ]
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It's synthetic. [ Said quickly, somewhat defensively. But that's not a very good explanation, so he continues, just shy of frantic. ] I'm a vampire. I was trying to drink out of a bag, but it tore, and the lift - [ Very direct and only half full of shit, too hurried to manage a complete sentence. But vampires and synthetic blood are normal here, aren't they? It's easy enough to hide behind.
Still, it's better to divert interest elsewhere, so he attempts to change the topic. ]
Is it safe for you to stay? With the turkey in pursuit. [ He might be chagrined at having to utter those words at any other time, but not today. ]
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Even so, even in spite of his discomfort, he does make the gentlemanly offer.]
Would you like my pants, ma'am?
"with the turkey in pursuit" omg still cracking up
Being faced with an actual vampire (who she knows is a vampire, unlike her perfectly mundane and likeable therapist) who looks like he's coming off a major high and about to crash hard if he doesn't get another hit makes it much more present and relevant to her. Her hand flexes slightly on her gun, though she doesn't lower it; her tone's deliberately light as she speaks ] Sure. I know I always have trouble with the straws on juice boxes. [ Hal she is not going to take her eyes off you for a second.
...Although she's charmed enough by Edgeworth's offer to smile in his direction. ] That's...that's sweet of you, but you'd better keep 'em on. They wouldn't fit and it wouldn't help me to have to be hitching my britches every two steps. [ Besides, even if she wishes she had slacks on right now, she's pretty sure she's far more comfortable being underclad than Edgeworth would be. But...thanks.
But I'm pretty sure we should all be worrying about being stuck who the fuck knows where for who the fuck knows how long, who the fuck knows why. Not the turkey or whether I'm wearing pants. Any ideas?
this is a really bizarre trio
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.
By which you mean they should have their own buddy cop comedy r i g h t
Are they the creatures? These...so-called "hellbeasts" - is that what you have seen?
[Because if so, they cannot simply stand about chatting. They need to be out there at once, ensuring anyone else lost out here is safe. After all, the three of them can defend themselves - or, well; Edgeworth assumes that Hal can defend himself, having seen what other vampires are capable of. As such, it's their duty to be going out there, ensuring no one gets hurt. No time to worry about blood or pantslessness of turkeys of any stripe; they need to be saving people.]
Or a roadtrip movie. Who picks snacks? Music? Who navigates? Who loses their virgi...ok that's obvs.
She's not prey, at least not for the killers of her world. She may still be for Hal, as a human, but she's a girl who's had huge chunks of her vulnerability burned out of her by trauma, replaced by a need to protect others. She's an angry blade.
Edgeworth's presence is keeping her still, for now, though, as he's a friend and she'd like to keep his good opinion - though that's secondary to keeping him in one piece.
] I don't know if they're the things people have been calling hellbeasts, but there's been some things lurking around the edges. Not sure if the turkey's keeping them away or trying to get me to shoo them off.
The bigger problem is, how do we get ourselves or anyone else out of here? The network's fucked on both ends like it's spit-roasted, but from what I've heard the people out there're trying to send rescue teams. But if they get lost too...?
hal has dibs on music he's not listening to any of your newfanlged crap ok
They will. Everyone is getting lost in here; it's the point of all this. The ship is toying with us.
[ The cavalier tone has settled in fully, and if Edgeworth's paying any attention, it might sound a bit more like the Hal he met on the network. But Deb's mention of the monsters gives him pause - he'd noticed their strange behavior, always on the outskirts. He'd assumed they'd been avoiding him specifically, but knowing that they'd left a human alone as well changed the landscape. ]
The creatures are simply icing, here to frighten. They have no intention of attacking. [ ... well. ] Thus far, at least.
HEY WHY ARE WE NOT DWELLING, OUTRAGED, ON THE VIRGINITY COMMENT
[Edgeworth looks between the two of them.]
I've faced and fought the creatures before, a number of months ago. They're clever; they'll wait until you're alone or unwary to attack. The fact that they're biding their time is only more ominous, as far as I'm concerned.
[He closes his eyes a moment to think. After a moment he opens them again, and says:]
Let's mark this hallway in some way, then leave it and come back. We'll see if it's the same.
'Cause it speaks for itself. But are they gonna be listening to "Greensleeves" the whole trip or...?
...... no........................... also hope lemme know if you don't want edgeworth cornered lmao
Leave a trail of bread crumbs and hope for the best? The halls are changing; these paintings don't stay where they should. I can't even follow a scent properly.
[ Hey look, it's that guy who shoots down everyone's plans without contributing something useful. But his interest has shifted, anyway, and his attention's back on Edgeworth when he continues. ]
And forgive my curiosity, but - you say you fought them, and yet here you are. Perhaps they are not quite the foes I assumed. [ What he really means, of course, is perhaps there's more to Edgeworth than meets the eye. ]
will he be reciting chaucer and NO IT IS SO GOOD corner the shit out of him
Even so. Not quite the foes. Hmph.]
I had help.
[That's said tartly, and then he gains control of his temper again. Nothing had been meant by the comment, truly - he's sure - and so he simply shakes his head.]
We experiment systematically. Mark one hallway, traverse a few, see if we ever come back to the original one.
[And then, to Deb:]
And no blood. I have a few tissue; we can shred them and leave pieces behind.
gregorian chants? lute music?
Good idea. [ She picks a direction, more or less based on not going towards the turkey, and begins walking. ]
So these things. They were...mutated in a lab, or some fuckery, and now they're killer monsters. Have I got that right? Can you describe how they attacked you? Did they have...claws, teeth, what?
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[ Hal actually rolls his eyes, because that's what mature 500 year-old men do, but he doesn't argue otherwise. He still thinks the plan is ridiculous, but he hasn't got any others to offer - and he finds both Edgeworth and Deb interesting enough, so he's alright with following.
Or maybe he isn't, because finding them interesting isn't necessarily a good thing. He starts to follow, stops in his tracks; the small shred of awareness is still there, trying to scratch its way to the surface and keep him from doing something monumentally stupid. Not that appearing wildly inconsistent is particularly smart, but hey, better than remaining in quiet hallways with humans while he's acting like a nutjob. ]
While I have the utmost faith in your scheme and your abilities, I think I'll leave you to it. I have no interest in playing Hansel and Gretel.
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[He says that shortly to Deb, frowning.]
They're eyeless, for whatever reason, so they cannot see. However, their other senses are quite keen. They're intelligent; they ambushed us back then, and...
[Edgeworth turns when Hal speaks, turning with his brows furrowed. It's a strange change from a moment before; is he going to stay with them, or isn't he?]
If this plan fails, you can suggest your own. The creatures tend to spring their ambushes when people are alone. Do you really want to endanger yourself?
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At the risk of repeating myself, I need to leave. If I do not, then you will have more monsters than just your hellbeasts to contend with.
[ Last ditch effort. He's not above just booking it without further commentary, but he's trying to be polite about this. ]
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[Edgeworth stops altogether and looks at Hal, a frown crossing his face.]
If you're having some sort of crisis, allow us to help you resolve it. Strong or not, you're not going to be able to fight off the creatures if you're in a hunger coma.
That's what you're referring to, correct? Yourself?
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[ Debra puts her hand lightly on Edgeworth's arm, while putting a mental option on getting him in a chokehold and dragging him away if need be. ]
Have I got that right?
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But he doesn't confirm it, at least not in so many words; instead, there's a pause while he takes stock of the thirst, the way it's difficult to focus on what they're both saying instead of the thrum of their pulses. When he speaks, his voice is very carefully and very deliberately calm. ]
I may have overestimated my ability to - [ Move without caving, giving in to the cravings and attacking instead of leaving. But that's awfully detailed, so he goes with something slightly less insane. ]
It would be in your best interests to go. [ Not quite urgent enough. ] Now.
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To go and leave you behind to be torn to pieces by those creatures when you're helpless from a lack of blood.
[He shakes his head, a frown etched deeply on his face.]
Unlikely, sir.
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