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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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[ There's a delay while Josh somewhat ungracefully pockets his comms device and retrieves his gun, but then there's the click of the safety coming off and he's cautiously following.

And staying completely quiet, for once. He figures gun up and no more talking from John is a good enough signal to shut up. ]

[ There's another corner to turn and there it is -- a solitary manticore moving down the hall, in the opposite direction. John adjusts his rifle, looks down the scope... and doesn't fire.

It should have heard them, but it doesn't come back. Just keeps going, moving away. Scared? (It should be.) ]

Scouting or bait? [ he murmurs; though he doesn't take his eyes off the creature, the question's for Josh. ]

[ There's no pretending Josh's pulse doesn't jump again when he sees the creature, but he just tightens his grip on his gun, avoids reacting otherwise. He doesn't shoot, either; mostly because he's following John's lead, partly because shooting things isn't actually his first instinct. ]

What? [ Still a bit too distracted for conversation, though. There's a quick glance towards John before he looks back towards the retreating manticore, and it's obvious he has no idea. ]

Does it really matter? I don't plan on waiting to find out. Or following it. You don't want to follow it, do you? [ He's whispering, but he knows it's already aware of them. It can't not be, can it? ]

Sort of, [ he admits, just as quiet. It may be aware of them (and its ears twitch, listening, and it moves a bit faster -- but still away) but there's no point in shouting and pissing it off. ] But that'd be a bad idea.

[ Maybe one he'd do if he were alone, or with someone who wasn't quite as nervous as Josh, just to see where the thing was going -- but now, no, he's content to go in the other direction. Keeping his eyes on it until it disappears, Reaper just barely relaxes, lowering his assault rifle and clicking the safety back on. ]

Smart fuckers, [ he offers after a moment, scowling. ]

[ Josh is a bit more reluctant to put his gun down, but he does after a few seconds. He's still staring down the hallway, at the corner the creature disappeared around, and -

Now what? More wandering? This blows, and there's really no good plan here. But at least he's got company now, and that means distraction from the mind-numbing, endless silence of these halls, so- ]

So, Irene. That's a nice name. Not one you hear much these days, is it?

[ Small talk. That's pleasant and distracting, right? Though it's said as he's still watching the manticore's exit, attention not even fully on John. ]

[ It's a good thing Reaper's a soldier, because otherwise Josh's new line of conversation would have him turning his head to stare at him. What the hell? ]

She's not from "these days", yours or mine.

[ He takes another moment, deciding the manticore isn't going to double back and that he should be able to hear it if it does -- or if anything else comes to join them -- and turns, heading for another part of the halls. ]

[ Josh watches him turn and leave before glancing back after the manticore, then finally abandons the post to follow. If John's not worried anymore, he shouldn't be, right? ]

So what days is she from? She doesn't make you wear a cravat, does she?

[ Relevant questions. He rambles when he's nervous; hell, he rambles when he's not. Good luck, Reaper. ]

Victorian.

[ But then there's a pause. Wait, what? ]

Why would she make me wear a cravat?

[ Josh, that mouth of yours is going to get you into trouble. ]

[ Josh gives him a sidelong look, as if that should clear it up. ]

She order you to meet her in her room often?

[ Please, John, it's sooooo obvious. ]

We went on a walk once.

[ As soon as he says it, he's aware of exactly how lame it sounds. ]

... We're not... together or anything. Not even casually.

Right.

[ It sounds for a whole second like maybe he's done, he's letting it go, but not so lucky. ]

But a walk with a Victorian lady - that's a thing, right? That's like - that's first base.

No, first base is first base. Besides, she's been married three times. I think "walking" loses its edge somewhere in there.

[ John also doesn't know that much about Victorians -- his family of archaeologists focused on times far before that, and typically on Mars. ]

[ ... married three times, eh. ]

Really. [ Said in the "that's interesting" way that would probably be offensive if he was saying it directly to Irene. ]

Yeah, well - I'm no historian, but I think she might be interested in more than a walk.

That's what she tells me.

[ He won't include the other things she told him about her marriages. ]

I doubt it. And if she were, I'm not.

[ Not that he wouldn't if things were different -- Irene's very attractive, after all -- but things are what they are. ]

[ Oh, really. Tell him more. ]

Oh? Why's that? You have someone waiting for you back home, or... ?

[ That is the most open-ended "or" on the planet, and could pertain to: do you have someone here, do you like men, do you like nobody, is she actually ninety-five years old with a deceptively demure voice, not your type, etc. ]

You remember what you saw in the fog with me?

[ He doesn't mean the blood and the monsters. He means how fast he moved, how strong he was, how a claw could slice through his chest and he'd be healed almost instantly. ]

[ He's half following, buddy, but he might look slightly bemused. ]

Vividly, usually while I'm trying to sleep. Why?

That's why.

What? What's wh- [ Oh. Oooooh. It takes a second, but he catches on pretty quickly. He didn't date for a while for very vaguely similar reasons, so it's not a difficult leap to make. ]

Wow. Really? It's that much of a - what are we talking here, is this like a Clark Kent in Mallrats level situation, or- ?

[ Well, this is awkward. But Josh is... well, male. He can talk about Tyke to this, to an extent, but after that time he accidentally hit on her... maybe it'll work better, telling Josh. Getting it out. ]

Before I... all of that, I was strong enough to beat a man to death with the butt of a rifle. [ It's not a fun story. ] After...

I broke my door in my sleep. I threw a grown man, well-trained and more bulky than I am, not to mention starting to turn into one of the big ones, up onto a walkway like a frisbee.

[ Don't worry, not even a little bit awkward for Josh, he's used to talking feelings and dating with his boyfrands. Although maybe that just makes it more awkward?? Sorry buddy. ]

So I guess it is that much of a problem. And here I thought growling and the occasional claws were a deal-breaker.

You haven't though, have you? Hurt anyone?

[ Reaper is used to talking about... whores. ]

Growling and the occasional claws. [ Right. OKAY THEN JOSH. ]

Faith managed to get me to spar with her, after... the masks. [ There's a pause, like he's going to continue, but instead he shakes his head. It had been bad. Vampire blood needed to heal her bad. ]

[ Oh did he say that he'll just make an awkward face and pretend he didn't, thanks. This is about your problems, not his, ok.

He's clearly waiting for John to finish the thought, but the blanks are pretty easy to fill in when he doesn't. Well, he'd thought they were talking about something not-sparring, but clearly that's not what he's getting at here (probably), but- ]

You can't control it? I mean, I'm not saying I have friends with super-strength, but say I did have one - he can dial it down when he needs to, interact with others without... casualties. [ From his strength, anyway. Not so much his fangs, but different issue. ]

[ Don't think he's going to forget about that, Josh. ]

I'm still working on it. Kind of got it right before I showed up on the ship.

[ Because that's what everyone wants, a Marine with PTSD who suddenly has super abilities suddenly showing up on the spaceship from hell. ]

[ Whatever, he's over it. Werewolf shmerewolf. ]

What changed? Between then and now.

EVENT; LIFTS & CORRIDORS

tags without josh rambling make me feel nervous

josh with a gun makes me nervous

that's a sensible reaction

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next they'll paint their nails

with manticore blood- /shot

perfect

prettiest people on all the ship

that's them all the time lbr

when reaps remembers to shave anyway

nah he looks good scruffy

this is true

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i am so sorry reaper

no you're not

no i'm not

called it

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laughs cruelly at ic awkwardness due to my own lack of reading comprehension

LMAO A+

wow nice icon

c:

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