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Entry tags:
- !event,
- agent texas,
- agent york,
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- angel,
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- brian moser,
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- 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,
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- josh levison,
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- 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... |
Hope this works!
Oh. A person. Unfamiliar, but seemingly not mutated into some kind of space horror. Dave will engage this innocuous motherfucker. ]
I'm a body. I can hear you.
Yeppers! :)
A second later, when he registers the voice and the fact that this person looks refreshingly un-bloody and normal, he relaxes and unconsciously moves the weapon closer to his side where it's less conspicuous. He looks Dave up and down to verify that it is indeed a normal person.]
...Oh. Um, sorry about that.
[He scratches his head sheepishly.]
I thought maybe you were... You know, one a' those weird things they've got lurkin' around in here.
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Better looking too.
Now that the knife is considerably less ready to let fly, he comes around the corner, fully revealing his certifiably Homo sapien self. ]
Nah, it's cool, dude. I probably should've assumed you were one of those things too, but I'm such a fucking good Samaritan, I couldn't resist answering the sorrowful siren call of another ship strandee.
[ ooc; Glad it worked! Also, just so you know, I might not be able to get back to this over the weekend, but I'll backtag as long as you're up to it. :|b ]
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...Right. Thanks, I appreciate it.
[He scratches his head and shifts his weight back on his heels.]
So you're lost too? I was hopin' somebody around here'd be able to point me to the next workin' elevator. The one back there's busted, I think.
[He jerks his thumb back in the direction from which he came.]
[ooc: Thank you very much!]
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If this is anything to go by—[ Dave flips out his comms device, scrolls to a couple of the latest on the feed. ]—and you're looking for a working elevator, none of 'em currently qualify. Either they're all conveniently crapping out at the same time, or the ship is gearing up for the latest round of Fright Fest: Extreme Clusterfuck in Space edition.
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He can gather the gist of what Dave is saying, even if the movie title baffles him.]
...Damn. Knowin' this place, I'd put my money on the last one.
They probably don't have stairs around here, do they? Of course they'd get rid of somethin' that's reliable.
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Well. Maybe a little. ]
Pft, stairs. I've been around these halls for a couple of sweeps [ hah, no aliens around to get the blatant misuse of their terminology ], and there ain't none of those around here, man. Why would they give you the option to foot it outta Dodge? This is the future, and whenever shit hits the fan in the future, it's always being flung by elevators raging against the call button.
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As Dave goes on, Firo's lost. He shakes his head and holds up his hands once Dave stopped. Aside from the reference to Dodge, he can get what Dave's saying, it just doesn't make sense to him.]
Wait, what was all that? It sounds like you're sayin' the elevators stop themselves, but that's... Well, that's just crazy.
[He can't tell if he's just stupid or this kid's a raving lunatic. The more suspicious part of him wonders if he's being mocked, but he bites his tongue. If it isn't a prank, he doesn't want to risk antagonizing someone who could be helpful.]
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You're calling self-rerouting elevators crazy on a ship that regularly thwarts all cartographic endeavors. [ Eyebrow quirk. ] Here, word from the wise: when you've been kidnapped by a spaceship teeming with actual live Trekkies and cat-people, you lose the right to be surprised by anything even remotely sci-fi.
[ This is easily another case of Dave's pop culture references sailing clear over his audience again. ]
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Hey, pal, slow down! I can't understand half a' what you're sayin'.
Everything that happens on this damn boat is weird. But there's gotta be somebody behind it--elevators can't just think they wanna stop and then do it.
[Or maybe not. This is the future and, as Dave pointed out (from what Firo could tell) it's a wacky one. He adjusts his grip on the knife to make sure it's still there and still secure.]
...Maybe we'll be lucky and they're down here with us.
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Yeah, there's probably a man behind the homicidal smiley face, but I don't think he'd set us loose somewhere with easy access to backstage going-ons.
[ Dave's luck is never that awesome. ]
They've got a lovely 'welcome to hell' mural on a wall, if you wanna check that out.
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[Reluctantly, he relaxes his grip on the knife. He'd really love to use it on the guy responsible for all this--the boat, the monsters, the obnoxious goo every jump--but there's a slim chance of that ever happening.]
A mural..? Back the way you came?
[Even without Dave's description to tip him off, he'd still have the same sinking feeling in his stomach.]
icon is gpoy of Dave's inner feelings. Sorry for the late again!
[ Dave always gives helpful, detailed responses regarding the locations of fucking creepy murals. ]
Unless it decided to get up and walk away, but what're the chances of that?
[ Chances of that: very high, actually, but thankfully not 100%, as when Dave turns and leads the short way back around the bend, this particular mural is still bleeding out of the walls. Figuratively. It's not actually wet nor dripping, but dear god, does it smell. ]
And here it is, think it's trying to send a message?
It's all right!
[He follows Dave, wondering just what this mural looks like. Maybe he'll find himself hoping that it could just walk away; he doesn't have a weak stomach, but there are some images out there he'd rather not see.
The smell gets him before the mural comes fully into view. He cups a hand over his nose and stares at it. As if the atmosphere needed to get even more creepy. It's not that it's disturbing, but it is unsettling.]
...What the hell is that?
[He shakes his head and forces himself to sound calm.]
I don't know any message that could come from that except that somebody down here needs art lessons.
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And better paints, I mean, this thing is rank as hell.
[ It's not blood, it's not internal gooey bits. Any bodily fluid would have dried in a completely different way on the metallic walls. But Dave figures it's not impossible for the paint to have something organic mixed in. ]
Looks a bit like a cult portrait, if you ask me. Some Satanist's idea of a good time.
[ Dave is getting his art critic on. ]
And now it's my turn to apologize for being lateness. Sorry!
Damn, now they've got cults on board? Like this place wasn't crazy enough.
[He shrugs and backs away, reluctant to turn his back on that thing.]
Though I guess this'd be a good place for 'em. If anything could convince me there's such thing as hell, it'd be this place. You think whoever did this made more of these?
Haha, we're just going to go back and forth apologizing, aren't we? <3.
[ In this, Dave speaks through vicarious experience. ]
There's another one somewhere, and that one's just about as living sacrifice-y as you can get. It's farther in though.
[ And now Dave's just showing how long he's been wandering around for, isn't he. ]
Oopsie, it looks like it! <3
...You got a point.
How far back is the other one? Er, unless you were tryin' to get away from it before.
[He's curious to see just what "living sacrifice-y" is, but not so much so that he'd want to put Dave through seeing it again if it's that bad.]
Oh well. We're getting somewhere, right? That's all that counts. XD
[ Score on alliteration, aww yeah. ]
This way.
Very true! XD
[After that lovely image, Firo's really starting to wonder if being stuck in an seemingly-endless hallway with creepy paintings has taken its toll on Dave's mind.]
Right. Um, okay.
[He moves to follow Dave.]
Hey, how long have you been down here? It feels like it coulda' been hours.
\o/ Also, if you want to do anything more recent, let me know! I'm always up for stuff. :|b
Hours? [ Not by Dave's count. ] I've been here a day, eight hours, thirty-five minutes. Fifty-ni—thirty-six minutes. And counting. If I knew this shit was gonna happen, I would've had breakfast.
Thanks! I'd love to thread again; Firo'd want to make sure Dave survived the lab chaos and all.
No way! For that long? But how..? You've gotta need water, at least!
[He really wishes he'd been smart and carried around some food or water with him--it's not as if he didn't know crazy stuff could happen on this ship--both for his sake and for this kid's.]
Sweet! Do you want to foot it in this month or wait for next month? I'm good either way!
I've got—[ a card briefly appears out of nowhere and deposits a bottle of apple juice in Dave's hand ]—apple juice. But uh, actually? I'm not really feeling tired or hungry or anything.
[ awkward ]
If it's okay, this month? Do you want me to use your contact post or make one? Whatever works!
[Distracted, Firo stares at Dave's hand for a few ticks of the clock. He's seen magic tricks with vanishing and reappearing nickels, but a bottle of juice has to be harder to hide than a simple coin.
But it's not the most important matter at hand, and he has a feeling he's going to have to get used to seeing stuff like that on this ship. Suddenly weary at that thought, he shakes his head.]
...Whatever.
[Looking back up at Dave:]
Not even a bit? After a whole day? That's not... That's not normal.
I am a-okay with Firo hitting up Dave's contact post!
Yeah, not at all. Like, sure, I'm tired of turning circles in the rat maze, but until you mentioned 'water', I didn't even think of my fully stocked cache of AJ.
[ While Dave might look pretty unflappable, truth is, he is pretty damn flapped by the thought that the ship can fuck with his metabolic processes. ]
Maybe it's the ship's way of keeping us alive for whatever's waiting at the finish line.
I'll hop to it!
\o/!
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Wanna end this thread here and assume they got split up eventually?
That works for me! Thanks for the thread. :)