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

[carbonite]

Han throws the kid a skeptical look before shrugging it off and starting to wander off.

"That sort of defeats the purpose of sneaking up on someone."

Not that he was the sort of guy to succeed at that.

[testgasm]

There is a split second of silence reserved entirely for Wheatley to squint incredulously, not necessarily wanting to stick with this guy, but finding company preferable to wandering the halls alone. He takes off after Han, not even considering whether or not he wants someone tagging along.

"Were you sneaking up on me for a reason?"

[carbonite]

For the most part, Han's quite alright with Wheatley following him. Considering that they were all stuck on the same ship with the same hallway, he would perhaps be a good person. For a while.

"Debating whether or not to shoot you, to be honest."

Close enough.

[testgasm]

His first instinct is to be completely offended by the idea that anyone would want to shoot him. Despite how affronted he is (and appears), however, he's quick to match Han's steps (or attempt to), because he isn't about to lose the first company he'd come upon in who knew how long.

"Okay, well, let's not. Shoot people. No need for that, out here. Better off traveling in groups, there's no--no telling what we might run into."

[carbonite]

Han, if he were a nice man, would take this affront as a cue to apologize. Sadly for Wheatley, he's stuck with a man who is on a mission to get the hell out of this level. He doesn't slow down, in fact, Han speeds up the moment that he sees that Wheatley can actually keep up with him.

"You know, when you put it like that, you make a really good case for me to shoot."

[testgasm]

"No, no, I mean other things. Not-passenger things. I'm a passenger, see?"

Keeping up with Han's longer strides is a bit of a challenge, but Wheatley presses on, thrusting his left forearm forward to assert the fact that he is, in actuality, a passenger--he has the (intact) tattoo to prove it.

"I was sort of referring to the, ah. Monsters."

[carbonite]

Not that he had wanted to think of the tattoo. Slowly, he was starting to believe that this wasn't the empire's fault.

"And you thought you'd be able to fight them off with that?" Despite the alarm of being reminded of the monsters, Han couldn't keep the judgement out of his remark.

[testgasm]

"Done it before. I mean, with the wrench. Very multi-purpose, this weapon, don't knock it."

Wheatley can't help but admit that he's become pretty attached to the makeshift weapon, mostly because no one will give him a gun.

"All I had was this the last time we ran into them, and I'm still alive, so."

[carbonite]

"It's nice that you're telling me about your sheer dumb luck." Han really is impressed. But, really he's more or less hiding the sheer terror at the idea that a kind with a wrenched killed a bunch of monsters.

Perhaps it wasn't the best idea to sass him, right?

[testgasm]

"No, no. Not dumb luck. Skill."

Which was only marginally true, but it wasn't like Wheatley was going to admit to anything but his own (supposed) inherent greatness.

"I'm telling you, don't knock it. Not all of us get to arrive here with entire arsenals in our lockers. Guns, and things."

[carbonite]

"Don't kid yourself." He retorted with a small snort, at least the kid could make the situation somewhat amusing.

Han patted down his own holster with some relief. It didn't look like there was anyone or anything that he could rob from to help his own arsenal.

"That's luck."

[testgasm]

"I'm...not." Said with the sincerity of someone who hadn't quite grasped when they were being insulted.

"You've got your...gun, thingy, and I've got my wrench. That works for you and this works for me. Everyone wins."

[carbonite]

"Everyone wins when they're outta the bottom of the ship." Han was straight to the point when it came to saving his own skin.

"Com'on kid, you're going to have to keep up if you want to get out of here alive with me."

[testgasm]

"Working on it," he grumbles, jogging a little to keep up. "Not all of us have, uh. Your stride length. And--and just for the record, I've been here since the first jump, if you were wondering, so I've got a pretty good track record of staying alive."

[carbonite]

"It's okay to say you're short, kid. No one is going to hold it against you."

It's said with a wry smirk, Han moving down hallways before pressing his back against a wall and pushing Wheatley out of sight.