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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.

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...

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[ Angel has no time for laughter okay, this is serious business. He wants to fight the beasties, he's booooorreedd. Insert dramatic whining here.

Though, admittedly, that one does get a snort. ]

That'd imply that they're intelligent enough to think of something as their god. But hey, I haven't really been around here long enough to know how they work. Which is why it'd be nice to get up close and personal. [ Okay, no, that's just kind of a shitty excuse for wanting to chop something in half. ] Not to mention I could go for a little fight every now and then. Release some pent up energy by cutting of the damn thing's heads off.

... Unless you want to follow the hellish brick road to their leader. Be my guest.

They conveniently disappeared before the ship started eating people. I'd say that's pretty smart.

[....AND NOW HE'S JUST STARING.] Dude, maybe you should find a better outlet for your anger. Or make friends with Isaac. That guy has a thing with dismembering hellbeasts that's super balanced. You could compare notes and then go to fight club and beat your chests or something.

Fight club?

[ Angel just tips his head, almost disgustedly, because seriously? Seriously? ] Already did the fight club thing once in my lifetime, not exactly something i'm signing up for ever again. Not that I actually signed up for it the first time around, most demon's don't even try to ask for your permission. For much of anything. Especially when they profit off of it.

[ Don't test him, okay. ]

You don't know? [He shrugs.] I mean, I guess people realized they weren't supposed to talk about it and stopped talking about it or everyone just realized we get enough bloodshed without beating each other up, but for awhile though... it was like every month.

[Also S T A R I N G.] Are you always this intense or that just a stress thing?

[ Is looking at him like that really necessary? Would you quit it, Angel is already awkward enough. At least he was expecting the apocalypse, this is just putting him on edge, making him more stressed out, and god what he wouldn't give for one of those beast things so he could chop it in half. ]

I've been told once or twice that it's a normal thing with me. Can't really help it. [ It's part of being a vampire (not really) stfu. ] Especially not with the... walls and the paintings. Have you seen the paintings?

[ Because Angel has seen the paintings and seriously, he has far more mad skills. ]

Not up close. [He rolls his shoulders in a shrug.] Art's not really my thing. [And they remind him of Chase.]

I hear they're really creepy, though. Do the eyes follow you wherever you go? [He waggles his fingers.

Yeah, Angel. This will never stop. Topher gets more incomprehensible when he's nervous.]

[ Eyebrow.... raise....

... yeah, Angel sure has missed people being utter pests around him. To him. Especially at him. Except for how he hasn't. Or maybe he has, not that he'd really ever admit to it. ]

I don't know, didn't exactly look for that long. [ But he does think for a second, because... ] Be worse if their eyes actually followed you.

Just... all of a sudden eyes start appearing on the walls.

[He thinks about that for a second, shudders, and then glances around nervously, looking for EYES ON THE WALLS.]

[ He might be slowly walking away now..... ]

Maybe if you're lucky that won't happen for at least a few more hallways.

[Topher waits for a second and then follows after, because he doesn't want to be left alone.] Wait up! What's your rush? Maybe we should stick together for awhile. I mean, we're both kinda going in the same direction, right? [He clears his throat.] I'm Topher. BTW.

I'm not sure there's even a right direction as much as there's a wrong one around here.... kill me before I start quoting Alice in Wonderland. [ Glancing back to Topher as he introduces himself, Angel stares for only a second, wondering quite how they managed to get to the name-giving stage of their relationship.

Sigh. Fine. ] Angel. [ If you laugh, Topher, he will punch you in the face. But he lifts his eyebrows, expecting Topher to keep up as he takes a few more steps, slower, and then continues onward. ] Haven't even managed to stick with anyone for all that long.

Yeah, we get enough of that from Neal. [Making jibes at Neal is fun.

Topher crosses his arms over his chest and follows along behind, giving the corridor walls an edgy look as if expecting something to leap out of them or for paintings to just appear magically. Or hell maybe even the eye thing he tweaked himself out over a few seconds ago.]

Seriously? [He doesn't laugh though! He sees that expression and just tries to smile it off.] Great name. Love it. [COUGH.] Yeah, me either. I lost my girlf- [He hisses] My friend... who is a girl. Out here. Somewhere.

[ Topher doesn't even have to be laughing for Angel to roll his eyes because just. SO MUCH SIGHING. He's contemplated going by Liam for the occasional hot second before all of the no's in the universe fall on his head. There's no way in hell he would ever.

But that was really exceptionally smooth there, buddy. Have a look. ]

Not exactly clear on the relationship status, huh. [ Look, picking apart other people's relationships makes him feel better about himself, and it's entertainment inside these stupid hallways. ]

[Topher, not being one who can keep things to himself when he's frustrated, sees that as an opening to lament his problems at a complete stranger. You asked for it, Angel.]

I'm from her future. And we're... We sort of- it didn't get very far, because of circumstances. [Circumstances that he's not going to mention, because he doesn't want to rehash headshot trauma.] But we were going to be a thing. A real romantic thing. A saving-the-world-and-then-kiss-in-the-fireworks-of-our-victory thing. And now she's here and she doesn't even know me. Not really.

[ Oh JFC, his life, he didn't even think it was that blatant of an offering for 'sharing is caring' time. Not that he's completely distraught about it considering it's not so deathly quiet but man, he was not expecting to have to have feelings about things.

As long as he doesn't have to do any sharing with the group. ]

Have you tried getting to know her all over again? [ Not that that's a big pain in the ass or anything, nooo, but it is the reasonable solution. If any of them ever actually lived reasonable lives or anything and considering he has a billion things he should tell Buffy but... won't because he doesn't think the TQ would survive that conversation. It's still the obvious suggestion though, and he can still contribute something. Who knows if it's worthwhile. ] Might be worth it in the long run.

[Welcome to HELL, Angel.

Topher runs his hands through his hair.] It's... harder than it looks. I mean, she was a much different person when I knew her. Like... dead-arm-in-a-sling, kinda cooky but in a really sexy way different. And now she's like an... adorable librarian with both arms and her crazy's got a lid on it, which should be better, but... [He waves his hands.] Every time I try to get to know her again, it just... blows up in my face. I suck at this. Us getting together at all before was sort of a circumstantial thing and the circumstances involved now are a lot less... appropriate for it, I guess. I don't know.

[ Were those... words, Topher? Words that were supposed to go together and then make sense and then form a coherent thought, because Angel's following along like somebody pretending to know a foreign language. Where do the words stop and the comprehension begin.

But at least it stops eventually, and Angel is left nodding slowly because it's about all he's got to offer. Apart from the fact that, y'know, he's had his fair share of female problems. So that much he can relate to, he just doesn't really know what Topher's problems are except Angel just knows he has many.... ]

Stuck in space, world might be ending, you don't want to spend time ending up with the girl, I get it. Been there, done that. But believe me, if she's the one that doesn't want to get to know you, it's going nowhere. You can... pretend to try to explain things as much as you want, but it'll still end up exactly the same way. After awhile you just can't fix it, but hey, if she ends up interested all over again? Pretty sure that's when you're supposed to try.

[Topher stares at Angel with the wide-eyed look of someone who has just seen nirvana and nirvana has a massive forehead.]

Wow. You're actually really good at this.

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