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

[tigers]

[ For as much as Moran is listening for any noise, tigers haven't really been something for him to worry about on the tranquility. That and a tiger's paws don't make much discernible noise. He can't help but jump when something enormous and furry brushes against his hand, and he watches dumbfounded as the cat pads right by him.

It's still an odd sight, and he thinks it's Jaye. How many other tigers can there be onboard? ]

What's this? No hello, then?

[chuffle]

[She turns, to look at him. She met him, this man, she thinks, once before. She flares her nostrils and takes in his scent, and bares her teeth slightly - not in menace, but in hello.

Not freaked out, that's good.]

[tigers]

[ Moran cracks a grin--pretty similar to the way tiger-Daphne bares her teeth, actually. But this is interesting, because tiger-Jaye is usually more affectionate than this.

And seriously, how many more tigers can there possibly be? Seriously. ]

Still upset about the chicken, are you? Come, now. You have others. No need to get so down about the one, eh?

[chuffle]

[She chuffles. Oh, the woman with the chicken, the one who had screamed about it. He thinks she's-

Is there another Khan on board?

She sits and looks up at him, eyes wide, and licks one paw, looking like a huge, overgrown housecat]

[tigers]

[ The tiger's chuffing and relaxed behavior assure him that there are no hard feelings. Even if he thinks this tiger is someone he knows, it's still nice to see that she isn't feeling exceptionally vicious when he doesn't have his guns on him.

Incoming, Daphne. A Victorian is about to scratch you behind the ears whoops. ]

Come now, chummy. There's no need for us to wander 'round separately, is there? Heightened sense or not, I'm sure you're just as lost as I am.

[chuffle]

[Her ears swivel up when he scratches, but oh-

Oh, that feels good. There is a low moan, she can't purr, no matter how hard she wishes she could, and then another.

She nods her head a little and presses it against his sides, keep scratching, human servant, but she'll wander around with you for a little while]

[tigers]

[ For a man who did nothing but kill tigers before coming to the Tranquility, Moran is pretty skilled in the art of making himself likable around them. It's a shame he's not the same way around human beings, but most human beings don't especially like to be scratched behind the ears.

He's nearly bowled over by the enormous amount of tiger pushing against him, but just chuckles and keeps at his ear-scratching. No big deal. But then he pauses. Something's just a bit off. ]

Hold on a mo.

[ From what he's gathered, Jaye shifts into a Siberian tiger. Subtle as the differences are, Moran has noted them. The coat beneath his fingers isn't nearly as thick, meant for less extreme weather. WHAT IS GOING ON. ]

Have you always been a Bengal?

[chuffle]

[She moans again and-

Wait.

Yes.

She nods her massive head again, and flops back on her side. Scratch that soft belly.

(It's a trap)]

[tigers]

I'm not so sure you have been.

[ He really isn't convinced, but he's also not really quick enough to put together that there might be another shapeshifter-type passenger onboard. And this tiger looks docile and calm, so....what the hell? She gets belly scratches as well until she decides to show her claws. ]

[chuffle]

[There are claws in his arm - not really because her claws are like knives, but she's gripping his arm, mouth open, and suddenly-

Instead of biting down, she lets go.]

[tigers]

[ Moran stiffens when he feels the lightest prick of claws through the sleeves of his shirt. An angry tiger wouldn't be so careful, but he can't help it when his heart skips a beat. It's instinct.

Then she lets go, and he quickly relaxes again. He frowns at his arm, then furrows his eyebrows. ]

Well, maybe you have been, then.

[chuffle]

[She rolls back up with a chuff, chuff, chuff, and pads off down the hall]

[tigers]

Oh, come now. [ Yeah, he trusts a tiger more than he trusts another person. Following you at a distance, tiger-chum. ]